O me! O life!

So I'm beginning to wonder if inspiration only strikes me after midnight...it seems to be so, doesn't it? It's 1:13 AM on a Saturday night (or, technically, a Sunday morning) and I get the urge to blog. I don't need sleep, it's all good :)
Anywho! So much has happened since my last post, guys! So much, in fact, that I feel the need to numerically list...

1. I SAW LADY GAGA IN CONCERT. I DIED. Okay, I am now calm once more. In reality, that first sentence is all I really need to say about this. I love her, I was in the same room as her, I cried (for real). It was the best night of my life. Here are some pictures! 

2. I had my first show with Twisted Measure! And when I say "show," I mean that we sang three songs for a group of older people that probably didn't know any of them...but it's okay, I still had such a good time singing and really just having fun with the music, which is something I haven't done in a long long time!

3. Okay so that's really it, not that much has happened...I just feel like, with Gaga and everything, a lot has been going down :) Today was the Fall Festival back in my hometown of Duluth, and I experienced legitimate homesickness for the first time in a long time. It was one of those bittersweet things, where I went back and forth between knowing that I'm so lucky to be here and doing things and living my own life, and then wanting to be home with my friends and family and the familiar. It was weird, but. I sat here, turned off the lights, watched The Dead Poet's Society, and cried a lot. Which really helped, and it reminded my why I love that movie as much as I do!!

In fact, I do believe I shall end this post with a quote from the movie (well, actually it's a quote from Whitman, but it's in the film...anyway, just read, and I'll update whenever I can!)

"O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;	5
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer. That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse."