Joyful Noise
Aug. 11th, 2006 07:58 pmGood Gravy.
Those of you who have followed this journal know that the choir at the church I sometimes attend is, in my opinion, laughably bad. I can hardly restrain the giggles when they sing. I try, though. I have found that if I look at my feet and concentrate on them I don't snort out loud. Hopefully, people will think I'm being pious instead of mean.
(It's not like *I* can sing worth anything either...) Well, they were on the radio just now. They sang two or three songs. I don't know which is worse... the singing or the fact that the radio played them! Small towns are so weird.
In other news, I've been kicked out of the living room because there's a grown-up conversation going on. I don't mind except that Friday night is *MY* tv night! Haunted Travels! Fosters! And I'm stuck downstairs listening to the grown-ups cackle to some grown-up joke. Ohhhhh, it doesn't matter. I've just got the Friday blahs. Crappy music, crappy lasagna, no tv, nobody to talk to.
Those of you who have followed this journal know that the choir at the church I sometimes attend is, in my opinion, laughably bad. I can hardly restrain the giggles when they sing. I try, though. I have found that if I look at my feet and concentrate on them I don't snort out loud. Hopefully, people will think I'm being pious instead of mean.
(It's not like *I* can sing worth anything either...) Well, they were on the radio just now. They sang two or three songs. I don't know which is worse... the singing or the fact that the radio played them! Small towns are so weird.
In other news, I've been kicked out of the living room because there's a grown-up conversation going on. I don't mind except that Friday night is *MY* tv night! Haunted Travels! Fosters! And I'm stuck downstairs listening to the grown-ups cackle to some grown-up joke. Ohhhhh, it doesn't matter. I've just got the Friday blahs. Crappy music, crappy lasagna, no tv, nobody to talk to.