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This week all we did in school was pretty much just concert practice. We did this very long recording session today for the play, and so there was this bit where Yum-Yum was supposed to "cry", and I failed at it, of course. Because frankly, I don't even remember the last time I cried. And after trying loads of times and bursting into laughter every time, I got someone else to cry for me. XD
My friends were very helpful of course. "Imagine that your internet crashed, livejournal closed down, slash banned in every part of the world, no more fail, no more lolcats, your gay lawyers turned straight, and all the slash you saved in your computer got deleted! :D " It sounded rather sad really, much more than the sound of a dead puppy. Speaking of which, my goldfish died today when I was in school. R.I.P Fish 2, on the bright side, you don't get poked in the butt by the other fish, and your other swim bladder will never burst. Ha, ha, ha :(
Fish's lives are so short, which is why I never name them. (Unlike someone I know who names and keeps a hard boiled egg for months and still hasn't gotten rid of it, which was supposed to be her friend's breakfast.) Said person grew attached to a hard boiled egg with a face drawn on with marker. I never grow attached to fish. :D
I finally got the pictures from my violin teacher's wedding, and I looked like I was unbathed with very greasy hair for the performance thing, so here's one picture, and a small one.
My friends were very helpful of course. "Imagine that your internet crashed, livejournal closed down, slash banned in every part of the world, no more fail, no more lolcats, your gay lawyers turned straight, and all the slash you saved in your computer got deleted! :D " It sounded rather sad really, much more than the sound of a dead puppy. Speaking of which, my goldfish died today when I was in school. R.I.P Fish 2, on the bright side, you don't get poked in the butt by the other fish, and your other swim bladder will never burst. Ha, ha, ha :(
Fish's lives are so short, which is why I never name them. (Unlike someone I know who names and keeps a hard boiled egg for months and still hasn't gotten rid of it, which was supposed to be her friend's breakfast.) Said person grew attached to a hard boiled egg with a face drawn on with marker. I never grow attached to fish. :D
I finally got the pictures from my violin teacher's wedding, and I looked like I was unbathed with very greasy hair for the performance thing, so here's one picture, and a small one.