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Yeah, this entry... I don't know what to say. You don't have to read it, I just kind of felt like I needed to say it, but to whom or why I have no idea. In fact, I'd rather not share it (don't know quite why about that either), but I am just the same.
In other news, I clipped a groundhog coming back from Domer's tonight. =( But I checked and I think I may have only hurt him or just knocked him off the road, but not killed him. =)
Anyway... There really is no reason for what I have to say. I have just decided that the only guys I'm ever going to like have rich musical voices. Yes, I know, this is totally random, and I can't quite explain it all. But I have found out that I am addicted to Michael Crawford's voice (which explains me listening to Phantom non-stop for over 2 months, only to stop for Woman in White, which he also sings in), and am, in fact, jealous that I can't sing that way. I'm working on singing that low, but it's probably never going to sound that good, unfortunately. So the closest thing to having a voice like that, I suppose, is marrying one. Maybe. I'm not really sure where all of this is going. At any rate... music is definitely one of the most important things in my life and that's why everything. That's why I can listen to it forever, that's why I decided it's the most beautiful stuff ever. (Not just Michael Crawford's voice [a couple others are included], but any music I love.) So, like I said. There really is no point to this, I suppose, just that I have decided that and needed to write it down for some reason. At any rate, I suppose it no provides fodder for the ever-more-popular conversation:
Person: OK, so I'll stop teasing you about it, but one more question.
Me: ...Yeah?
Person: Do you even like guys?
Me: Yes...?
Person: Are you sure?
Me: Definitely.
Person: OK, then, name the last guy you liked.
Me: *silent* *thinking: Um...awkward. Not that I don't like guys it's just that I'm not all over every guy I see [in fact v. much the opposite] and who I do like is not only a v. personal subject but a completely irrelevant one.*
And yes, it's bugging me that I seem to be having this conversation at least once a month now. Does the fact that I generally hang out with guys and am not girly (esp. in the sense that I am not desperate to be in a relationship) somehow make me a lesbian or something? Seriously, I'm just wondering.
No wait. I don't want any comments or answers. I'm not going to disable commenting but just... ignore all of this. There's a good chance it won't make any sense in the morning, anyway. (Yes, Mr. Domer, Root Beer. OK, I lied, 2 cans of Mountain Dew and an extremely stressful week.)
I hope tomorrow goes better, because every time I think the week is going to get better it manages to smack me in the face again. To quickly enumerate why this week sucked: 1) some musicianship claims made against me that have yet to be spoken for, 2) getting another $90 stolen and nothing to do about it, 3)being bothered by several folks to marry Ty, 3) not having plans work out repeatedly, 4) injuring/killing an innocent woodland creature, 5) essentially hitting the very lowest notes of my range and finding out I pretty much can't sing all the parts I want to.
Sigh. On a lighter note, the moon is really pretty, and I can't wait to go hiking tomorrow. Also, singing alto parts down an octave was much more shocking than I expected. =^n.n^=
In other news, I clipped a groundhog coming back from Domer's tonight. =( But I checked and I think I may have only hurt him or just knocked him off the road, but not killed him. =)
Anyway... There really is no reason for what I have to say. I have just decided that the only guys I'm ever going to like have rich musical voices. Yes, I know, this is totally random, and I can't quite explain it all. But I have found out that I am addicted to Michael Crawford's voice (which explains me listening to Phantom non-stop for over 2 months, only to stop for Woman in White, which he also sings in), and am, in fact, jealous that I can't sing that way. I'm working on singing that low, but it's probably never going to sound that good, unfortunately. So the closest thing to having a voice like that, I suppose, is marrying one. Maybe. I'm not really sure where all of this is going. At any rate... music is definitely one of the most important things in my life and that's why everything. That's why I can listen to it forever, that's why I decided it's the most beautiful stuff ever. (Not just Michael Crawford's voice [a couple others are included], but any music I love.) So, like I said. There really is no point to this, I suppose, just that I have decided that and needed to write it down for some reason. At any rate, I suppose it no provides fodder for the ever-more-popular conversation:
Person: OK, so I'll stop teasing you about it, but one more question.
Me: ...Yeah?
Person: Do you even like guys?
Me: Yes...?
Person: Are you sure?
Me: Definitely.
Person: OK, then, name the last guy you liked.
Me: *silent* *thinking: Um...awkward. Not that I don't like guys it's just that I'm not all over every guy I see [in fact v. much the opposite] and who I do like is not only a v. personal subject but a completely irrelevant one.*
And yes, it's bugging me that I seem to be having this conversation at least once a month now. Does the fact that I generally hang out with guys and am not girly (esp. in the sense that I am not desperate to be in a relationship) somehow make me a lesbian or something? Seriously, I'm just wondering.
No wait. I don't want any comments or answers. I'm not going to disable commenting but just... ignore all of this. There's a good chance it won't make any sense in the morning, anyway. (Yes, Mr. Domer, Root Beer. OK, I lied, 2 cans of Mountain Dew and an extremely stressful week.)
I hope tomorrow goes better, because every time I think the week is going to get better it manages to smack me in the face again. To quickly enumerate why this week sucked: 1) some musicianship claims made against me that have yet to be spoken for, 2) getting another $90 stolen and nothing to do about it, 3)being bothered by several folks to marry Ty, 3) not having plans work out repeatedly, 4) injuring/killing an innocent woodland creature, 5) essentially hitting the very lowest notes of my range and finding out I pretty much can't sing all the parts I want to.
Sigh. On a lighter note, the moon is really pretty, and I can't wait to go hiking tomorrow. Also, singing alto parts down an octave was much more shocking than I expected. =^n.n^=
