#1. A Pound of Flesh and a hoarse voice to accompany it.
#2. That moment when my headphones are in and I think someone's calling my name but they're not.
#3. The Fairie Queen followed by loud rants at Sir Clueless and his inability to do anything.
#4. Somebody else's perfect application of lyrics:
#2. That moment when my headphones are in and I think someone's calling my name but they're not.
#3. The Fairie Queen followed by loud rants at Sir Clueless and his inability to do anything.
#4. Somebody else's perfect application of lyrics:
#5. The scent of ink and feel of watercolor paper beneath my fingers.
#6. "Courage, child."
#7. Attempting to sing as high as Michael Jackson can while not damaging my throat.
#8. Proving to all those people who think I'm intelligent...that I'm not:
#9. Trying to pronounce kvinnene and kjoler and vegetarianer, and making it sound stupid.
#10. Attempting the bottle dance from Fiddler on the Roof and dropping the bottle of Mountain Dew, then forgetting about it and opening it in the middle of a friend's living room. Yes. I did that today. Splooooooosh.
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