Once Upon A Time there was a girl named Kristina. This girl got a cold. This cold proceeded to ruin her life. She lost her voice for a while, got it back, then got congested and gross, and then was all runny nose-y AND kept coughing. It was terrible. The End
Moral of the Story: Colds are the worst. They should all go die. They're ruining my life! For example, I just got a call asking me to sing the national anthem at the football game tomorrow, but I can't. I'd probably break out coughing or something in the middle of the song if I tried. Or, more likely, I just wouldn't be able to hit the high notes and would sound hideous. The reason they called is because in chorale they sent around some sign-up list for people who would be willing to sing it at games and stuff, because they figured if we're good enough to be in chorale we're good enough to sing at a game.
In other news of exciting stuff I got asked today, I also got asked on my first date! And I shall keep tantalizingly quiet about the rest, mwahaha! Call me if you want to hear the details. Actually, they wouldn't be very specific details, considering that I'm still not sure what we're doing, and we haven't quite figured out when it is. It's a group date, and no one can seem to agree on a time. But still, you could hear the details of how I got asked! Which actually really isn't all that exciting, but whatever. So yeah, that's my life!
Hurray! Consider this my call to you. I want details, but you're in school right now. So, email me (or call me later today).
ReplyDeleteBah! I want a date-edition on your blog. It'd be epic...
ReplyDeleteI suppose I could do a date edition on my blog after it happens. and Rachel, I guess I'll call you, and I totally would call you Camilla, but alas, I do not have your number :(
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