When do the trumpets cheer?

Today should not be as fucking good as it is.

Seriously.

First of all, on time to school, up and awake and stuff in time... good way to start.

Then, in physics, most useless day and I sat and reread stuff I'd written the whole time.  And then slept through most of the second half.

History, I played a game the whole time.

English, I played a game the whole time.

Beginning of lunch, I rambled for fifteen minutes at my English teacher (the one from last year, my idol) about building fantasy worlds, the problem of having likable nobility and how to use them to undermine the feudal system.  More importantly? I told her the Kearon-Vearin plot, and just from what I told her she thought it was an excellent story.

Seriously.

Do you understand now why I love this woman with my life?

Also! THERE IS A ONCE MORE WITH FEELING SCRIPT BOOK! AND THE CD CALLED MUSIC FOR ELEVATORS IS PUT OUT BY HE WHO IS THE JOINT WINNER OF SEXIEST VOICE EVER. (The other being, of course, Tim.)

*BEAMS* Today is far too good.

EDIT: Well...  *Shrug* math class and the propect of having to be in Drama and Jazz has made the day take a downturn.  But... when I get home I'm going on iTunes and seeing about finding Dog Eared by Michael Cerveris and Music for Elevators, and maybe some King's Singers stuff. Cheaper than buying the CDs, and faster, after all...

Oh, and Gaelic music. Gaelic music is a requirement.

...Oh, also? I love how my iPod somehow like... minorly recharges itself and has unending battery.  Seriously.  iRiver, nothing can stop you. ...Except being dropped on your head.