I botched my voice final. I deserve a little inebriation.
And all it took was six shots of vodka and a couple of Grain Belts. Consumed in the space of an hour.
And I finally manage to get my boots off. This should be interesting.
For the record, I am drunk.
Click it, you know you want to. I cannot BELIEVE they managed it. Crazy Aussies in Canada.
Well, I've never had much regard for either Kerrang! or Blender, and the reason I don't like MCR is because they're just another pop-punk band...
Pain Will you return it I'll say it again Pain Pain Will you return it I won't say it again I think my chest has gotten flatter.
Psh. Go to hell. Ah, thanks. Hope the flying's enjoyable. To bed, to bed, tomorrow's going to be a big day! G'night you crazy kids.
Recognition for Muse is higher than you think. I, personally, play Muse every time I hit the radio station--I just love them that much. Even my...
Tomorrow will contain ten minutes of juried solfege hell. HELL. And then they'll tell me whether I made master ensemble or not.
Ugh. It's still finals week.
Apparently for the Socialist Alternative discussion meetings next semester, I'm supposed to prepare a lead-off on capitalism's effect on music....
It's so boring.
*headdesk*
:lol: He's here, they're "napping", and it's disgusting. It's the Sunday before finals, do I not get a break?
Me: So I should go out and create some drama to be considered part of the collective? Ben: You don't need to. You're a single female, some will...
Whatever.
No tequila. Rum, but no tequila.
Mmm, cake. And vodka!
I will, someday.
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