mood: sleepy
music: dishwasher
CPCetc: my belly hurts...
mmm... Alan Cumming... Breakfast of champions.
I have a concert this afternoon. The music department Holiday concert. Three choirs, two vocal ensembles, two jazz bands, fifth step, orchestra and band. If you never see me again, you know where I am.
I've decided that the source of my problems is Jesus. Everytime I have prolonged exposure to Jesus, life seems to slide gradually downhill. Now, it didn't today, because I had the company of Rachel and we were discussing non-Jesusy things which balance out the Jesus tripe. Hence why, today, I find myself in a reasonably respectable mood. I was not forced to pray or practise cannabilism, I simply sat in the back, discussing screechy-girly-talk things which were much more pleasant than Jesus ever is.
...Yeah, there's no substance here. If you were expecting greatness, I apologise. You should know better by now.
Kiri! >^.^<
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