note: I know that it's "c'est la vie" and not "selah vee". it was intentional... we're not mainstream here.
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Well, Batman scared me out of at least an octave's worth of vocal puberty development. This is okay though. I've been working on my falsetto singing voice anyway, in anticipation of my new up and coming band, The Falsetto Freakouts: bringing you the very best of Freddie Mercury and a few tastes of The Cranberries, and now there'll be less distinction between that and my normal voice. I'll be able to charm a whole legion of woodland animals to come dance the hokie pokie at will. It really is too bad Heath pulled a James Dean (and I say this because he did not kill him self) and died young. But then again, third movies in a trilogy have a way of dissapointing. ex Spiderman 3, Pirattes of the Caribbean 3, Land Before Time 3, so perhaps there is some silver lining. My advice is if you go and see it, take with you a childhood stuffed animal or blanket, or even a small puppie, to help you find your happy place when you find your self in a fetal position, sucking your thumb because Gotham City has sucked all the hope out of you. Just remember it is pretend.
in other news:
Today I reaped the unforeseen benefits of having a soon to be married sister at home. I was at work, as I still currently am, and was feeling rather famished. I called Anna to let her know I'd be working late, as the rest of the fam was out of town, and she asked if I wanted her to bring me something to eat. "sure maybe some pb&j or a bagel. You could toast the bread if your feeling gourmet."... A half hour later I'm handed a bag with a large dish of broccoli fettucini alfredo, two pieces of garlic bread, and a house salad. Beverages included a bottle of water and a cup of coffee for a revitalizing night cap. I could practically hear the wedding bells. The whole meal was energized with the presence of impending wifeness. Right place at the right time...yeah, this guy. Thank you Anna.
I must be going now. I just noticed a bunch of ants crawling around on the floor by my feet and now I keep feeling fake itches on my legs and arms. They keep turning out to be false alarms but I know the little buggers are planning something.
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Well, Batman scared me out of at least an octave's worth of vocal puberty development. This is okay though. I've been working on my falsetto singing voice anyway, in anticipation of my new up and coming band, The Falsetto Freakouts: bringing you the very best of Freddie Mercury and a few tastes of The Cranberries, and now there'll be less distinction between that and my normal voice. I'll be able to charm a whole legion of woodland animals to come dance the hokie pokie at will. It really is too bad Heath pulled a James Dean (and I say this because he did not kill him self) and died young. But then again, third movies in a trilogy have a way of dissapointing. ex Spiderman 3, Pirattes of the Caribbean 3, Land Before Time 3, so perhaps there is some silver lining. My advice is if you go and see it, take with you a childhood stuffed animal or blanket, or even a small puppie, to help you find your happy place when you find your self in a fetal position, sucking your thumb because Gotham City has sucked all the hope out of you. Just remember it is pretend.
in other news:
Today I reaped the unforeseen benefits of having a soon to be married sister at home. I was at work, as I still currently am, and was feeling rather famished. I called Anna to let her know I'd be working late, as the rest of the fam was out of town, and she asked if I wanted her to bring me something to eat. "sure maybe some pb&j or a bagel. You could toast the bread if your feeling gourmet."... A half hour later I'm handed a bag with a large dish of broccoli fettucini alfredo, two pieces of garlic bread, and a house salad. Beverages included a bottle of water and a cup of coffee for a revitalizing night cap. I could practically hear the wedding bells. The whole meal was energized with the presence of impending wifeness. Right place at the right time...yeah, this guy. Thank you Anna.
I must be going now. I just noticed a bunch of ants crawling around on the floor by my feet and now I keep feeling fake itches on my legs and arms. They keep turning out to be false alarms but I know the little buggers are planning something.
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