I'm random, thanks for asking.

So Saturday...bunch of people showed up for karaoke. Awesome - I love that they all came. BUT! Half of them refused to sing. More than half even. Said people also kept repeating that *I* had to sing since it was my birthday. I hemmed and hawed and twiddled my thumbs, trying to get out of singing. Finally, the guy in charge, who had been told it was by birthday, came and asked what I wanted to sing. I chose "American Honky Tonk Bar Association" by Garth Brooks. It was something that I felt I could sort of sing, was fun, and people might join in. Sooooooo, my turn comes around. No one is singing with me. Well, Au-dwg sort of was. Sonia was recording me on her phone. I was trying to not be mortified. After the first chorus, I said to myself, screw it! I belted it out, not caring how I sounded, good, bad or otherwise. In the end, I really enjoyed myself.

The roommie was even heard telling people I do Garth Brooks better than Garth Brooks, and did well on the low notes. :) A true compliment from her, as she is an actual singer, whereas I have 2 years of middle school chorus as training.

The whiteboard on the fridge is currently collecting karaoke songs. I am on YouTube listening to different songs to see if they are in my range. Next time I go (and yes, there will be a next time), I may try "Landslide" (Fleetwood Mac), "Your Song" (Elton John or Moulin Rouge) or "Ring of Fire" (Johnny Cash).

This is me.
This is me 30 years and 365 days old (it's a leap year).
This is me not doing things I should be doing.
This is me full of chicken that I ate for dinner.
This is me listening to Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.
This is me thinking about ironing a shirt or two.
This is me changing a 2 to the word two in the line above.
(That was me being an English teacher again)
This is me wearing a long sweater with leggings. Really old leggings that I keep for the occasional need to layer clothing. The sweater just happens to be long.
This is me wanting to go to Lake Tahoe when I am in California.
This is me procrastinating.
This is me thinking about how procrastination never pays off in the end.


This is me going back to being productive.

It is no longer my birthday. Today was a good day. Friday was also a good day. I shall explain more and post pictures...eventually.

I am 30.

I am taking a day off. I'm a little disappointed about ending my streak of no days off since starting at my school, but I really need this. Today, I felt like crap, getting progressively worse as the day went on. Friday, I have to be observed and I hope to recuperate some before that. Also, I hope I have a voice, but even if I didn't, I'd still have to be observed. For some reason, all of us requiring second observations were told Tuesday they have to be done by Friday. Ok then, not even halfway through the year.

If it were not my friend subbing for me I may have forced myself to go in tomorrow. SHe can handle anything, and she can call me if absolutely necessary.

SO, I need to take some medicine and go to bed. I'm going to be so confused after a day off in the middle of the week.

Oh yeah, I hope I'm better so I can do dinner on my birthday Saturday.