Talk is Cheap

Welllll I missed a day. But I just didn't feel much like blogging. I don't either tonight, honestly, but I've got this whole picture challenge, so I should probably stick with it.

I was awoken at 8:00 this morning by the freaking snow plow things scraping the sidewalks ever so loudly for like, 20 straight minutes. I hate those things. I swear they hit the building sometimes. I wish they would invest in a quieter snow removal method for those of us that actually like sleeping past 7:30 A.M. They greatly make me miss my room on the south side. On the south side of Delta, there are no sidewalks, and therefore no beeping, scraping, indelicate machinery. I was able to fall back asleep, but when my alarm went off for Interviewing today, I got up and realized that my throat hurt, my nose was stuffed, I had a cough, I was dizzy, and nauseous. This seemed like enough reasons to go back to sleep. So I did.

I woke up around 1 and did my day of silence for Interviewing today. It was pretty rough and at times awkward, but overall, bearable. I kind of felt a lot like Abby from Dorm Life. Volleyball was the worst part for sure. I feel like I'm somewhat of a vocal leader when it comes to sports, and I couldn't yell "Mine!" or "Yours!" or "Out!" or any encouragement or any "Alright let's pick it up,"s or anything at all. B suggested grunting, but by time my mind had decided it wanted to say something and then realized that it couldn't but then realized I could try and make some sort of grunt, the ball had already come down. It was terrible. I'm not sure I learned much about listening better, but who knows. I did have fun playing charades with E. I think there were a few people who didn't even notice that I wasn't talking today. I'm not sure which is worse... taking a vow of silence, or people not realizing it. Maybe that just means I'm already just a really good listener = P

Soo.... To the Photo Challenge

Day 04 - A picture of your night



I ate pancakes tonight at the Open Mic Night for the Panama Beach Missions trip fundraiser. And I totally played. I FINALLY PLAYED IN MY FIRST OPEN MIC NIGHT TONIGHT!!!! By myself anyway. I played with Wes once. But I decided supporting a Mission's Trip and a slightly lacking open mic night was a worthy cause to break the silence. Just to sing though. B and I sang Only One by Yellowcard and I mixed up the words a lot (sorry B). I sang The River by Manchester Orchestra. I think it went well. I still need Livia to feel right about Open Mic nights. It's just not the same without my harmonizing buddy. And to think that we didn't really know that we could sing til like, 10th grade.

Well I'm gonna watch something online, and then call it a day. Y si negro no se duerme, viene diablo blanco, y ¡ZAS! le come la patita chica bu.

We sing the creepiest songs in Choir...