Milk is my Comfort Food. Shut up, it so is.
FIRST ORDER OF BEESWAX (>.O Um): stoled from deirdre_c
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Part Deux:
I just got back from CHOIR PRACTICE. STFU, choir is THE SHIT, MAN. Fuck, i forgot how much i LOVE IT. *happy shivers*
I've been in choirs since i was five years old, and from 5 until 17 my choir was professional as all fuck, even (especially) for a children's choir. In fact, going from that to even the top level of highschool choir i was leagues above the rest. And i'm not, nor have i ever wanted to be, a music major, so everything i know about music theory is not something i sat down and studied.
I can sight read. Can you sight read? I CAN.
*runs around in circles*
*flops down* WOO.
Okay, so basically i forgot how much i loved this. And i realized--i don't sing a FRACTION as much as i'm used to, because of the paper thin walls of my room/shower/life. And i MISS IT. I am seriously treading this really thin line between elated and bawling my eyes out, and I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHY.
AND. And i already know people in the choir, and this one Boy talked to me, and i know we've met before but he apologized for not remembering my name and then we TALKED, and i NEVER CAN TALK TO BOYS, and i wish he'd stayed after so we could talk more but oh well! BOY. BBBOY. Slightly-older-than-me-by-probably-eight-years but BOY. BOY.
*headdesk* the only thing i am worried about: he is irish, and we started singing one of the songs without reading the words first, and it goes something like "tralalala, and then they bashed his brains in," and so i snickered, because what? But it turned out to be about Ireland fighting for independence and whatnot.
So i hope he doesn't hold that against me.
Now i want to write choir J2 au. *bliss*
PS. But no, really, milk is my comfort food. *Tony Face*