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after being broken for way over a year (i'm thinking maybe 2?), i am getting my guitar fixed this week. i have a bunch of songs i want to teach myself to play, and i think it's time to start torturing my neighbor becky with something other than my angelic singing.
i think i need to address this singing thing. it may cost me this apartment. it starts at 7am, when i wake, and ends anywhere from 11pm-5am (depends on when my insomnia, which has decided to rear its ugly head again, calms down for the night). granted, my neighbors aren't exactly quiet, but i fear that my repertoire may be too much for even the dogs that howl along with me to handle.
usually when i wake, i stumble out of bed, head to the bathroom, then immediately approach the ipod dock, and decide what mood i will be in today. if i'm upset, it's jeff buckley. if i want to sing along and be angry/envious of beauty, it's cat power or fiona. if i want to slit my wrists it's cat power or memory-filled mixes. if i want to cry, it's robi rosa. if i want to rap (yes, i said rap) and complete get down, it's my reggeaton playlist (currently 150-something songs). please do not forget that i sing along to ALL OF THIS. if i want to be embarrassed, but want to REALLY sing, it's kelly clarkson. if i just want to get dressed and get along with my day, it's jenny lewis. and if i want a combo of crying/dancing/singing hardcore while envying beauty, it's goldfrapp.
this routine is repeated when i get home, then again after i am done trolling the net/applying for school/talking on the phone/watching tv.
all at the top of my lungs.
i probably need to start considering moving to a barn in the country, where my nearest neighbor is 50 miles away.
i think i need to address this singing thing. it may cost me this apartment. it starts at 7am, when i wake, and ends anywhere from 11pm-5am (depends on when my insomnia, which has decided to rear its ugly head again, calms down for the night). granted, my neighbors aren't exactly quiet, but i fear that my repertoire may be too much for even the dogs that howl along with me to handle.
usually when i wake, i stumble out of bed, head to the bathroom, then immediately approach the ipod dock, and decide what mood i will be in today. if i'm upset, it's jeff buckley. if i want to sing along and be angry/envious of beauty, it's cat power or fiona. if i want to slit my wrists it's cat power or memory-filled mixes. if i want to cry, it's robi rosa. if i want to rap (yes, i said rap) and complete get down, it's my reggeaton playlist (currently 150-something songs). please do not forget that i sing along to ALL OF THIS. if i want to be embarrassed, but want to REALLY sing, it's kelly clarkson. if i just want to get dressed and get along with my day, it's jenny lewis. and if i want a combo of crying/dancing/singing hardcore while envying beauty, it's goldfrapp.
this routine is repeated when i get home, then again after i am done trolling the net/applying for school/talking on the phone/watching tv.
all at the top of my lungs.
i probably need to start considering moving to a barn in the country, where my nearest neighbor is 50 miles away.
posted by Cristina at 11:26 PM
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