Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. I was planning to draw our favourite mopey Valentine for the occasion but, well, hands. So just pretend you have a set of smouldering red eyes, or whatever it is Vincent's eyes do aside from apathetically cataloguing his surroundings out of habit, and go from there.

Wherever that might be. :| That sentence got long.

Still haven't decided what to sing for the audition. James is still asleep so I can't actually warm up at all. Scream. Yes, I know there are six hours before I even have to leave, but whatever, who asked you, djfh.

I have forgotten when and how to breathe and my posture is hideous and I vaguely recall Alison Rogers as a terrifying figure, although this could be because Ursula Hurworth fainted and split her lip the last time we worked with her.

If I admitted to doing this on the off chance they have nice uniforms, would I be shot?

[EDIT] Proof I should talk to Tom more often: The Real Folk Blues, you idiot. It is the perfect demonstration of my comfortable range and my singing strengths, even if it is all more or less in the one rhythm.

[EDIT] For tainted4life (and hypothetically leviathanmirror: Alanis Morissette's "Hand In My Pocket", which is SO MUCH A YUFFIE SONG I cannot believe Katie hadn't heard in much, dhfjhd, American Radio Fail.

ULQUIORRA'S TRUE FORM WOULD BE A LOT MORE ALARMING IF HIS HAIR DIDN'T LOOK LIKE KUUKAKU'S

JUST SAYIN

So, uh, the audition was about two minutes long and consisted of singing about thirty seconds of scales and thirty seconds of "Shine" from Hellsing. I have a lot of power and she wants to put me in soprano, to which I say djfhsdjfs NO D: and also ALL THE BETTER TO DEAFEN YOU WITH MY DEAR. (I love that this is everyone's first comment, lololol. Human Foghorn FTW.)

In other news, OH MY GOD X'DDDD

And now I am off to dad's to babysit my siblings. XD

I'm so tiiiiiired.

The kids were no trouble! What's the deal! Bedtime is not half eight for twenty-one year olds!

Okay, it totally is. =_=