Friday, September 29th 2009

Boy, it's been an enlightening day.
Aren't these boots awesome?! I have the great urge to rush out and buy them, but 1) probably can't afford it at the moment and 2) don't have the slightest clue where to buy Dr Martens boots.
I do know of a few small shops that sell some Dr Martens, but nobody really buys them in this country, so they're probably a little (or very) outdated. Plus, they cost a bomb.
These are the "Dr. Martens Velvet 13 Eye Boot (Deep Red Velvet) - Knee-High Casual Boots". I shall hunt for them after my exams. Everything will be done after my exams.

I suddenly got the inspiration and urge to wear boots while watching "Daria" today, after noticing (after watching 2 seasons) that they wear Dr Martens. It's stylish, and it also says "go to hell".
Shoes with attitude, baby!

Anyway, I finally found out how to take screenshots on the computer, and I'm using it to the fullest/greatest advantage. The greatest photos are in the videos. Youtube or wherever. I also spent my afternoon (after slaving away at the library studying for 5 hours) watching more Philippe Jaroussky on Youtube, and I stumbled upon some interviews.
He began as a really soft singer, and only built up his volume over many years of singing. When he started, he was just like anybody else. He first encountered the counter-tenor voice when he heard Fabrice di Falco in concert, and since PJ always sang high as a joke, he knew he could do it, too, so he went straight to Falco's teacher and asked her to teach him voice. Mmm, daring!

It's really comforting to know that my favourite singer was like me once. With all the bloody child-prodigies nowadays, it's becoming more difficult to be truly great, especially in the arts.
I've been practising my singing almost every day, and I sure hope it's going somewhere! My Vaccai "runs and scale-passages" are getting better and faster, but I seriously doubt I'm up to "a sharp Allegro" yet. First, I've gotta find out how fast "a sharp Allegro" is.
I know what my problem is. There's too much tension when I sing, so it doesn't come out the way I want it to. Damn it! I should really invest in regular massage sessions. How does a person relax?

On an entirely unrelated topic, what's the big deal about the whole F1-race thing? I mean, I guess it would appeal to the everyday perverted man who loves to drink and drool over cars and lust after girls in bikinis. The girls aren't even good-looking, but people don't care because they only look at their bodies.
I have to admit that Kimi Raikkonen is still quite cute, but other than that, nothing about F1-racing interests me at all. What's more, the whole "fast-cars and skimpily-dressed girls" is just too sleazy for me. Too much competitive spirit forms tension, too, and there's so much money involved, it's ridiculous that people are starving on the other side of the world, on this side, too.