I can never sing in the house. You think that my family would understand that me being a music major I feel the need to sing almost all the time. I have the odd compulsion to sing along to commercial jingles. I listen to songs on the radio and try to analyze chords, cadences, and non-chordal tones. I do often listen to my iPod and try to belt songs like a big black woman. I watch Disney movies and sing/dance/act along with them. If I want to sing Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me and then segue straight into Who’s that Chick?, I should not be subjugated to them all coming to my door and telling me to stop singing. So what if they’re going to bed? I’m singing them precious lullabies. If I ever become a famous singer/performer, I’m not going to give them free tickets. They’ll ask why and I’ll just say “I tried to give you free concerts before I made it big and you told me to shut up.”
Wearing a poncho, booty shorts, tank top, hemp bracelets (and anklet to match), moccasins, a crocheted pop can holder that you can wear on your shoulder like a purse and oh yeah and that one braid in your greasy hair does not make you look cool. It’s gross. Burn that whole outfit and take a shower. Also the look on your face made me want to punch you in the face. I know a lot of people at college don’t care about what they wear but come on. Let’s try to look less like a hippie.
I saw another poncho today. Different girl, different poncho. It was terrible. I hope I don’t see a poncho everyday this week. That would be too much to handle. Who honestly wears ponchos? No one. It’s not stylish.