First of all, let's take a moment to appreciate that delicious little pun in the title. Momma Froc would be so proud.

(My favourite roommate and my favourite adopted roomate.)

The fruit we started out with...

...And the fruit all gone. Except the grapes. They got no love. Poor, poor grapes...

Then someone pulled out the marshmallows and the party REALLY got started. (I only had one, I swear.)

This is Indie's doing. Doesn't that look yummy? Nope, that dark part isn't chocolate. It's just burnt. She lit the pretzel on fire. No big deal.

What Chantelle is doing instead: Writing a blog post.

Monday means two things to me. 1) The beginning of the week, and 2) Women's Chorus.

Today's rehearsal was hard. It was really, really hard.

I think I was just having an off day for singing anyway, plus I'm still really phlegm-y from last week's cold, but I had such a hard time today. I kept losing track of where I was. I couldn't remember what we had done in sectionals the week before. I couldn't concentrate on my section's part in the music... I couldn't get the tempo and the beat right, and it got to the point where others had to tap it out so I could get it. It made me feel so dumb.

I feel so inadequate there. I have to work twice as hard as everyone else sometimes because I'm not in the music program. I'm not surrounded by that all day. I haven't had any formal training. I don't know what a minor fifth is or how to find a C sharp from an A or how to trill. I'm ashamed that I have to rely on the others so much. I feel stupid a lot of the time. I don't really think I fit in with them, or even if I should be in choir. I just wanted to sing...

The other problem with Women's Chorus is that I have a hard time with practicing. I don't have access to a piano, and when I do, our music is so challenging that most of the time I have no idea how to play it anyway. So then I'll go online to see if I can find a recording of it, and there will be nothing. And I'm not nearly talented enough to sight read everything. It frustrates me, and I know it frustrates the other girls in my section. I don't know what do to. I don't know how to ask for help. I don't want to look stupid.

Today I got really, really frustrated. I was frustrated that we had to do the same lines over and over. I was frustrated that the girls in our section who complained the most were the ones who didn't go to the sectionals. I was frustrated with the song in general. But most of all, I was frustrated with myself. I was frustrated that I couldn't do it right.

That's all. Rant finished.

Tomorrow will be better.

Tonight I had an itch to write, but no clue on what to write about. I was on facebook and I had the chance to talk to my three closest friends from highschool. I asked each of them in turn for ideas, but just ended up just chatting with them about life and things. And it inspired me! I shall profile one of my friends from highschool.

Shelby was my first friend when I moved from the city to Melfort. We were in the same grade nine homeroom. At first I thought someone like her could never be my friend. Shelby is very charismatic, and is liked by pretty much everyone she meets. She was very outgoing and that helped pull me out of my shell. We were often thrown together for projects that first year, and that helped me get to know her better.

Although we are definitely VERY different people, we're both similar in that both of us are horribly stubborn. We've had fights. We've had periods of time where we didn't speak to each other. Most of the time, it was my fault. I was so jealous of her. Thankfully, we've always managed to work things out.

Shelby is one of my very best friends. She's one of the first people I want to talk to when I have news. In highschool, as we went through the years and became closer, we became partners in crime. (Usually in conjunction with Leah- but more on that tomorrow!) I mean, who else could I carve a watermelon with and make it into a jack-o-lantern in the middle of June? Who else would talk to me in trucker lingo for days at the expense of sounding like a total freak? Or make suggestive faces at me across the Choral room? Who else could I convince to make lost signs for a grilled cheese sandwich and post them around the school? I've made this girl breakfast in bed (sorry about the fork), we've seen Phantom of the Opera and gone on four band tours together. We've had bonfires, and played chubby bunny, and talked till almost four in the morning. Together we started the infamous Quotebook, and caused mischief and mayhem in Mr. Rogers class, not to mention the entire school. She's the only other person who knows the movie Hercules as well as I do, and the only person I would entrust to help me with extreme gingerbread decorating just to win a contest. I've travelled across an ocean with this girl, and explored new countries with her.

I can't even express how much I love and admire Shelby. She can read me like a book. Granted, it's not that hard, but I was always so thankful that when I said I was fine she would say, "No you're not. What's wrong?". Shelby is quirky, and loud, and spunky. She's got a good head on her, and she knows what's right and wrong to her. She's not afraid to work hard or say what she feels and I love that she can face the world so confidently. Shelby is beautiful. Even though she'll deny it and argue you until you're blue in the face, she is. Inside AND out. I'm so glad that we've remained close even after I moved so far away from home. I would go insane without her and I'm so grateful that I can call her my friend.

I will be forever addicted to playlists. I feel that this weekend will be comprised of a LOT of this song...

...and this...

...and a lot of this...

...and probably some of this...

Time to clean and work on a very special project! Happy weekend!

Today is this guy's 107th birthday! (Well... it would be if he was still alive...) Not only is he my favourite doctor AND my favourite children's author, but he also singlehandedly inspired the poetic stupidity of my highschool years. :) How could I not celebrate him?!

And so, today's Adventure Wednesday was dubbed Seuss-a-Palooza.

Here was the outfit:

The plan was to head over to Markin and lounge on the comfy couches on the second level. Apparently there was some kind of tour or assembly going on, because the place was PACKED. The couches were quickly forgotten. I had the bright idea to escape the building by some other means as opposed to the main staircase. Ben and I ventured into a different staircase that led directly outside. We first went up, to check if the upper levels had couches too, but those doors were locked. Then we went all the way down to the main level to go outside. Bad idea. I may have set off an alarm... We ran BACK up to the second level where we had originally come from. The door was locked. We were locked in the stairwell. This stairwell:

Weeeeeell. For being the shortest month of the year, this February was sure eventful!

As you get older though, the world kind of squishes a lot of the fun out of life. Like when you're trying to get the last of the icing out of those annoying little plastic tubes. Yeah. It's like that. I used to have such big dreams and now I feel like sometimes those dreams you had growing up just don't feel like they'll ever happen. Well... they might. Someday... Growing up sucks.

I don't like feeling like I can't do something. So when I was twelve, I started a list. (My family has a big thing with lists.) On this list I wrote down all the things I wanted to do in my life. The list started out as a scrap of looseleaf. The next time I recopied it, it spanned two pieces of looseleaf. Then I lost my list. So I started over. Now my Bucket List is in a houndstooth printed notebook where the pages won't get ripped out. I add to it CONSTANTLY. Seriously. I like to put in things that are easily accomplishable as well as the big things. That way I don't get discouraged as easily. :) This past weekend I checked off learning how to tie a tie!

There's no better feeling than checking something off of that list. Legit.

Want to read my whole list? You can find either by clicking the link here or in my pages above.

Have a radtastic Tuesday!