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This weekend marks an epic moment in history. My alma mater show choir will be competing for the title of  national show choir champions and let's face it: they're gonna win In choosing to upload like a thousand pictures to my blog, I wanted to emphasize the point that show choir WAS my life. I am an alumni of the Wheaton-Warrenville South "Classics," a nationally-ranked show choir and so proud of it! I made the group my sophomore year of high school and my love for performing has come from it. So what exactly is "show choir"? Let's define it by describing a week in my life while I was a member of the group. Typical Show Choir Hell Week Monday and Thursday School from 7:20-2:15 3-4 Possible choreography review session or vocal review session 4-5 Homework (who are we kidding?) 5-5:30 Dinner...but not too big because you'll puke at rehearsal if you do 6-9 Rehearsal, consisting of the following: dancing til you pass out, singing til your t

Happy Hump Day! S o in order to procrastinate on the two wonderful papers I have due tomorrow in my English and Adolescent Development classes respectively, I decided to share with my blogging world about a hilarious website I found yesterday while I was using Stumble Upon (ironically, I was procrastinating then too). Betches Love This Site No really, its true! I have never found a website that has spoken more true to me. In college, there's a whole new sets of social cliques that one can fit into. It's not like high school where you're a popular kid, jock, nerd, band geek or theatre freak. It's a fucking lifestyle that more that includes more than one of those cliques. It's very non-exclusive. In college, everyone knows about  bro lifestyle (obviously comprised of frat daddys, lax players and guidos), Sorority girls (which can honestly follow under any clique), people who party (again..you can party and be in a sorority), smart kids (who can party) and burn

Being the music buff that I am, I have complied my concert list for this upcoming summer. I'm not a fan of going to a ton of shitty shows for a cheap price, rather seeing a few great concerts (that are regrettably more expensive) and getting my bang for my buck. June 8th, 2011: Panic! At the Disco, Riviera Theatre I am not the hugest fan of emo/alternative rock, but my boyfriend, Brian, loves all those So/Cal Punk bands (a former somewhat emo kid himself) plus, Panic brings me back to my youngin days of middle school when I used to blare "Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" in the darkness of my basement, before I was allowed to have my own computer on Rhapsody. I really hope they play the entire "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out" album so I can shamelessly sing away at every lyric. July 8-10th, 2011: DMB CARAVAN, Grant Park God. I cannot even put into words how sick this lineup is. Obviously, Dave is the highligh

Good morning to all! I am currently sitting on, what I to believe, is the shittiest 'L' car in the entire world. My friend Natalie and I take the red line from Loyola every Tuesday and Thursday for our two education classes downtown. I have decided to put together a smattering of anecdotes about our worst and hilarious experiences on the 'L' to date. I think I'll have Nat help me on this one. 1.Schizophrenia guy-So one morning, Nat and I get on the 'L' to go to class as always. It seems like a pretty normal day until a man, clearly insane, steps on at Belmont with a cigarette, fully lit and clambaking the passengers. As stated multiple times by the overhead voice of God on the 'L,' "smoking is prohibited on CTA vehicles" and its a huge taboo in public places in Chicago. Even well seasoned smokers know they must smoke 15 feet away from any establishment. So this guy gets on, and some brave yuppie has the nerve to please ask him to put ou

To my, and most of the heterosexual female population of the world's demise, this fine specimen of a man will be taken off the market this Friday at 11 am UK time (no fear, the bar may still be open at 3 am in Chicago for those who wish to drown their sorrows). As many of you may not know, I love England. I visited there when I was 16 years old with my family and fell in love with it. London is like a laid back, more hip New York that still manages to be luxurious and posh, without being too pretentious. If you think about it, everything that is British is better: 1. UK Skins: The characters are so much more attractive, use fabulous slang, do whatever the fuck they want and look utterly badass. The soundtrack is great too, with music that is so underground, we can't even find it on iTunes. Plus, Tony Stonem is pretty much the epiphany of what every girl denies that want, but really crave most in a guy. I guess Sid's pretty sweet too. And god, these kids can party

hello world. After much debate for quite some time now, I have decided to start blogging, simply because I have a lot to say and really no mode of communication to express my thoughts and emotions or  to share the topsy turvy tales of my life. Before I begin, you should probably know some basics: Name: Anna Kathryn Perrotti Location: Chicago, IL aka the greatest city on earth (more to come later...) Current Occupation: Cashier at Whole Foods Market, a position granting me the titles of "hippy" by conservatives and "agent of big business" by liberals Planned Occupation: English/Music Educator Dream Occupation: Food Critic and/or Actress Favorite Food: Peanut Noodles and TRUE ITALIAN COOKING Nationality: 50 Irish, 50 Italian Favorite Colors : Coral and Periwinkle Blue (or whatever color my wall in my room is) Activities in Spare Time:  eating more than my body wants, loving little baby penguins, watching any movie I can get my hands on, shopping till I drop,