choir makes me giddy. giddygiddygiddy. as giddy as an infatuated middle school girl. or tim palmer. :)
tonight i went to choir rehearsal. i can't even remember the name of it, something oregon. but the director is a lovely lady and i felt a little thrill when she said, "pick up to measure 41." oh choir-speak! how i've missed thee! and there was jordan in the back row, flip flopping back and forth between first and second tenor and an elderly lady attempting in vain to sing a high A. dear woman, i don't think you were able to hit that even long ago when you had a young voice. give up the dream and move down to second soprano territory. we have fun here! but she wouldn't.
i have other things to write about. but not right now. tonight is a my giddy night. HIMYM premiered its fifth season and Neil Patrick Harris is as wonderful and unattainable as ever. dear goodness i love him. and that show. how is it possible to be so happy over the lives of fictional characters? it's an unanswerable mystery in my life.
choir choir choir choir choir choir.
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like i said: giddy.
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