Song: {Rehab by: Rihanna} GASP! I usually HATE her.
Moods: Anxious, bad
Anxious:
Jazz concert next Friday. Then Saturday, vocal recital with my vocal teacher. Damn. I hate the "jazz" song I'm singing! Ahh! Come Sail Away? Really? I've been singing it everyday since August. I look bored as crap up there. And my band teacher is like "LOOK EXCITED SAMANTHA! COME SAIL AWAY!" So I'm just standing there at the mic "Uh okay. Come sail away. Come sail away. Come sail away with me...?" So I have to be excited during the concert to get the audience to sing along. Gladly, my lovely peeps, rather you than me. Haha and I do NOT want to sing at the recital. Why? Just don't wanna. I am so DONE with that opera song.
Bad:
Ohoho, I have done it again. Rejected three guys today. Guy number one: Crush on me since 3rd grade. Guy number two: Became my friend because he was apparently wayyy too physically attracted to me when we first met. Guy number three: He's the best one out of them all! He pulled me aside today and said "I want you, now." and I just said "Uh. No, you dumbass. Get off of me." Then I kneed him when he refused to! Ohhh yay, broken hearts AND broken nuts!
Kay, you have just raised my expectations of like, everybody now. Thanks a lot!
I'm kidding.
I love you!
