Someon save me from Barry now, PLEEEASEE!!!!

Today = 9Am-3PM singing.

Cool, right?

Only for a moment...a few moments.

moment 1.

I get out of Sociology class with the (insert sarcasm HERE) ever-charismatic Mr. Shirilla.

moment 2.

I still get to have my voice lessons with Janeane, and my German improves.

moment 3.

I get to re-transpose a quiz that I did last week and prove how something that was supposedly written in 4/4 is actually written in 6/8.

The bad part is...

The rest of the time, I will be singing...

BARRY EFFING MANILOW!!!!!AAAAAHHHH!!!!!


"Just one voiiiiiccccccceeee!!!"



help me
please??

silly silly silly

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fruity ramblings

A few years back I met a few people in some chat rooms and we discussed what kinds of fruits we'd be if we were, well, fruits.

Now, this wasn't a new subject for me. Being the Dawn that I am, I ask silly questions, and this particular one I think started when I was about 16. I had the idea that this question, the "If you were a fruit, what would you be and why" one, would tell me something essential about a person.

Needless to say, most guys were bananas (seriously!). A few people were witty, answering with "Rupaul," or "A Rotten Apple - no explanation is required, thank you."

Somewhere in my stored shtuff, there's a notebook with several hundred answers from over the years. Yeah, I know - I have always been easily entertained. Not such a bad quality, if you ask me!

But these guys on-line and I, we were discussing this, and I told them I would be a plum because most people see it as a *dark* thing, but when they bite into it, they often find an assortment of deep, luscious, sometimes even vibrant array of colors and flavors within. The flavor can range from sweet to bitter, it just depends on when they decide to eat it. And then inside, there is a pit that, when worked at long enough, will split in half and reward a person with a soft, sweet meaty substance unlike any other.

Of course, this prompted favorite fruit conversations, and the one fellow, whose name I believe was Danny, said his happened to be a plum. I told him he was messing with me, but he assured me that he spoke the truth, and we both agreed that the best time to eat a plum is when it is all but black on the outside, and deep violet inside. Sweet, juicy...blissful!

Why am I talking about this, you ask?

*un-sticks plum-juice covered fingers from the keyboard*


So, if YOU *wigglz fingers* were a fruit, what would you be and why?

ahem!

HaPpEeE bIrFeNdAyEeE digitylgoddess!!!

I hope your day gets bettah with further caffiene intoxication!

See you at the Commons!~;)

(((HUGZ!)))