I actually managed to start my homework, but then I got sidetracked and wanted to know if my conducting baton could actually stab someone because musical murder is
Oh my goodness you guys, I’m going to be famous. May I introduce you to “The Baton.” Hip enough for prom, conservative enough for Bible study!
I’m seriously going to email Claire’s.
Here is my email to Claire. I let you know if she responds:
And this is why I most certainly will be failing my midterm tomorrow.
Now I’m wearing sweatpants which is my most favorite thing besides all food, and I am eating my “lean” chicken alfredo lunch that came in an unopenable (spellcheck says that’s not a real word) box, and it is tasting a lot like someone shredded cardboard and dunked it in non-fat mayonnaise. I’m realizing now that no one is forcing me to eat this, so I think I’ll stop and tell you about when I
This story may be slightly exaggerated, but it actually stays pretty close to what happened. If you don’t believe me, then you can take the time to hunt down my sister and ask her about the time that she almost made me leave a football game early because I was making a scene since the lady in front of us had hair that was SO big that I couldn’t see any of the game. Run-on sentence. Also I think she was hiding cocaine in there.
I was frantically playing piano the other morning because I am supposed to practice for 10 hours each week which I
Old ladies: Hi.
Old ladies: We’d like to discuss prayer with you.
My brain: No.
My mouth: Sure, but I pray like all the time, so I think I got it down.
They never actually talked to me about prayer. Instead, they asked where I went to school and I was all like, “Calvin.” I think that going to a Christian college to them is like being taught by Satan while being bottled up in hell. I didn’t want them to think that I had learned anything from Satan so I tacked on an, “It’s cool there” which was totally also a pun about the temperature so that they knew it was cold at Calvin, and whether a Jehovah’s Witness or not, everyone knows that Satan doesn’t like the cold so obviously he isn’t at Calvin.
They asked me what I was studying.
Me: “Music theory.”
Old Ladies: “Ohhhh! What instruments do you play?”
Me: “The alpenhorn and the oboe.”
Old Ladies: “Ohhh! Lovely!”
They must have no idea what an alpenhorn is because it is not lovely at all. Here’s a picture of an alpenhorn just in case you haven’t been carefully cataloging your German instruments for the past 5,000 years:
They smiled, but I knew that they were probably judging me. I automatically assume that all door-to-door religious types agree that all women should do nothing, but cook and stuff so I said, “...but I know I shouldn’t go to college because I’m a woman and I shouldn’t do anything I like, and I should probably go put a steak on my husband’s TV tray because he likes to eat while he watches anime.”
They were all like, *stare.*
So I kept talking which I probably should not have done. “...but I guess it’s okay because now I can serenade him on the alpenhorn while he sits on his fat, but well respected, butt and does his daily Biblical crossword puzzle.”
No, I didn’t say that last part.
Ryan is not fat at all, and I love him dearly. In my Jehovah’s Witness fantasy, he is very fat. And I’ve also never seen him to a crossword puzzle, but he should because it exercises the mind.
Eventually the ladies left, and I
I left the pamphlets for my mother in case she felt like converting to crazy, but when I got home and inquired if she had read them, she was all like “I threw those straight in the garbage. I’m not even recycling them.” So you should all be thankful that my mother has kept you from, somewhere in the future, purchasing animal bedding made from our Jehovah’s Witness pamphlets. Then I thought about how many people probably do recycle those pamphlets and that probably almost all animal bedding is made from Jehovah’s Witness material.
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