You should probably just blame someone else for the situation
Right, so these last two days have been extremely busy, especially given my relatively easy schedule this semester. That being said, I will also be heading to Oklahoma City this weekend (yes, on purpose) to see my brother in his first major musical theater role, so don't be expecting too many updates this week.
But I'm here now, so I might as well talk about something.
How about singing in the shower? (Tough, that's what I picked and you're going to have to deal with it. If you can't, you can take it up with my lawyer. Opening up a can of 100% Litigation ass-whopping on your sorry complaints, biatch.)
I was walking down our hall and heard a sound coming out of the bathroom. It was singing. Now, everyone for one reason or another probably has at some point in their life sang in the shower. The acoustics are nice and no one is around to ridicule you...because of your singing, yeah, that's, um, what we're talking about.
But when was the last time you were singing Handel's Messiah, on the first day of fall, and loudly enough to be heard in the hallway? He wasn't even singing the Hallelujah chorus as one would expect, rather he was singing, "For unto us a child is born, unto us a child is given."
So what did I do? Well, naturally, I quietly entered the restroom to hear this performance emanating from the showers. As I listened it took a great deal of self restraint to sing the next line, as apparently the above quote was the only section he knew. Imagine that. There you are in the shower, singing a random song about an event to be celebrated three months from now quite loudly, when someone else suddenly joins in. No, I'm not talking about in the shower. Ick. I'm talking about singing. Ew.
Ew ew ew ew ew. Pervert.
In lieu of that embarrassment, though, I opted to simply turn on the water so that it was obvious that someone was within earshot. The singing, needless to say, ceased at that very moment.
Frankly, I really wish I knew who it was, if for no other reason than to be able to chuckle whenever I see him for the next week or so. But alas, he will have to remain anonymous. But that doesn't mean that I can't name him. Hmm...what to go with...Goltar, that's sounds good.
Thought for the Day
Once a friend came over to visit and was telling me that everything could be related back to sex. I then proceeded to play the Hallelujah Chorus from Beethoven's Christ on the Mount of Olives. (click on the preview for the first track of this CD.)
She was right.
Leave a comment