The infirmary man may count me dead, when I've gone to find my ain true love

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity. Choir tour was splendid even though twas short. The four days of sea world, austin and the children's home were great and carried off mostly without a hitch. Seeing the orcas, dolphins, belugas etc. in san antonio was somewhat entertaining, until I thought about life in a cage, with multiple performances daily, for loud and obnoxious tourists and realized that these captive animals weren't meant to live that way. Call me a hippie, but that doesn't sit too comfortably with me. The funny thing about the park was that the last show on the tuesday that we were there was interrupted by the orcas refusing to perform for nearly ten minutes and swimming around in a different tank. I laughed at the trainers' plight and then stared open mouthed as they paraded the whales around with american flags (???). Other than the aquatic madness, I had much fun hanging out, singing, touring and playing hold 'em. The two nights of poker proved to be some of the best I've ever taken part in. I won on the first night, beating nine people soundly and came in a close second the next night to jordan whitney, who always has amazing luck. However, in two days, I got aces down FIVE (5)times. It hardly seems possible, but it happened.  NOTE: Godspell will be performed for the final time on sunday at 10:00 am at the ufc auditorium. Everyone should come for a free performance of this high energy version of matthew, which is corny at times (hey, it was written in the 70's.) And that is the end of my shameless plug.
 
I've gotten all my bedding for my dorm and am quite pleased with everything. My roommate and I aren't matching in the least, with her teal comforter and lime throw pillows and my dark reddish comforter. Well, with martha stewart in jail for five months, we might as well throw fashion sense out the window. Still seeking odds and ends for the room and attempting to prepare myself for august 18th a.k.a. move in day.   

Just finished 'cold mountain' which was really a good film. My mom pulled the morality card once again, so I watched more than half of it on my computer. Also at video village, two copies of 'the triplets of belleville' caught my eye, but it will have to wait until a more opportune time.
 
Recently been listening to much folksy bluegrass and cold mountain brought allison krauss to my mind again:
 
When I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate
Or take myself far from this place
I thought I heard a black bell toll
A little bird did sing
Man has no choice
When he wants every thing

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

Man goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught up in the mechanism
Of swindlers who act like kings
And brokers who break everything
The dark of night was swiftly fading
Close to the dawn of day
Why would I want him just to lose him again

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride