Saturday I went to All State practice at seven thrity and was increasingly convinced that it is a SIN to be awake and singing that early in the morning.
My voice is bruised and scabbed, still painful and oozing puss. Poor poor me.
Over to Shalee's the rest of the day. Then dad came and took me home. I walk into the kitchen and to my SURPRISE there was upwards of 40 people in my kitchen, shrieking "SURPRISE!!!"
They pulled one over on me. I got a surprise party for my birthday. And a pretty iPod (:
Then I treated myself to an $80 WalMart shopping trip on Sunday. I was so tired. I thought I was going to pass out.
Today wasnt anything special. Except for Heather was on this morning. That was good (:
I'm still tired and my voice is killing me. I have to be at school to sing at SEVEN THRITY IN THE AM tomarrow. I'm not enthrawled.
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