oh fuck. i was so engrossed in editing this dude's work (i swear.. i re-writing every bloody messed up sentence of his. the worst job in the world is to be the editor of said dude's work.) that i didnt know what was happening around me.
So here i am, listening to Frankie Valli's "Big Girls don't cry" and well singing to it.. For the benefit of those who haven heard this song, it's an oldie and they sing with helium voices in it. And i was singing to it
in my helium voice when i looked up and saw my sister's piano teacher in the same room. i am MORTIFIED. this is what happens if u plug in earphones and blast the volume.
on a side note: big balding bastard is going ireland for exchange. Here's hoping he fuckin
drowns in clovers.