AAAAAH! I had heard the Michael Buble version before this, but I ADORE this. I don't know what to say. I've listened to this countless times since I discovered it about half an hour ago. And I'm listening to it right now, but it's just ended.
*clicks replay*
Friday, 25 November 2011
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
'Kay. I think I officially won the title for the Worst Blogger, like, EVAR.
*wipes cobwebs off blog and blows dust off* Hello! Remember me? Yes, it's that Girl With All The Rants.
Well, it was. Now it's only that Girl With A Few Rants Now And Again.
And I'm sorry. I haven't blogged in aeons, I will admit that. However, the only thing really blog-worthy was my trip to London.
And I guess that's REALLY blog-worthy. The few people who read this (who aren't in my group of friends IRL) didn't even know about this trip until there now. So, for you guys, I went to London and it was awesome. That's all I'll say right now because I'm a lazy asshole. The others have seen pics. I would post but again, I'm a lazy asshole.
And I am also going to say that piano is overrated. It's freakin' pissing me off. NARGH! STUPID SCALES! I HATE YOU! Even the chromatic ones. I used to like you, but you can't cheer me up any more. I HATE YOU ALL.
Also on my list of Stuff To Put In This Post is that I auditioned for a solo part in the school choir's concert thingy. I hope I get one, but a good part. I don't want to be the Mayor because I'll have to wear a fat suit or something. That would be pretty cool, HOWEVER it's in front of people. And those people include my family who will, inevitably, torture me about it until I do something drastic. And then they'll keep doing it. It's like my eyebrows, but that's a long story. But back to the solos, I'll never hear the end of it if I have to wear a fat suit and sing about how I'm "horribly fat" in front of an audience. I think I would just die.
Yes, I care too much about what people think of me. It's one of my downfalls.
And you know what else I don't like? Ham sandwiches. I used to have them, like ALL THE TIME. Like, ALMOST EVERY DAY FOR SEVEN YEARS. So, naturally, when I came to secondary school I was put off ham sandwiches because of the previously stated reason. So when there is nothing else to put in my sandwiches except ham, I will be pissed off. And then I feel really bad because I refuse to eat ham sandwiches which starving people in various countries would do anything for. And then I feel like a horribly selfish and spoilt little brat. And that's not a good feeling.
I'm on a horse.
Well, it was. Now it's only that Girl With A Few Rants Now And Again.
And I'm sorry. I haven't blogged in aeons, I will admit that. However, the only thing really blog-worthy was my trip to London.
And I guess that's REALLY blog-worthy. The few people who read this (who aren't in my group of friends IRL) didn't even know about this trip until there now. So, for you guys, I went to London and it was awesome. That's all I'll say right now because I'm a lazy asshole. The others have seen pics. I would post but again, I'm a lazy asshole.
And I am also going to say that piano is overrated. It's freakin' pissing me off. NARGH! STUPID SCALES! I HATE YOU! Even the chromatic ones. I used to like you, but you can't cheer me up any more. I HATE YOU ALL.
Also on my list of Stuff To Put In This Post is that I auditioned for a solo part in the school choir's concert thingy. I hope I get one, but a good part. I don't want to be the Mayor because I'll have to wear a fat suit or something. That would be pretty cool, HOWEVER it's in front of people. And those people include my family who will, inevitably, torture me about it until I do something drastic. And then they'll keep doing it. It's like my eyebrows, but that's a long story. But back to the solos, I'll never hear the end of it if I have to wear a fat suit and sing about how I'm "horribly fat" in front of an audience. I think I would just die.
Yes, I care too much about what people think of me. It's one of my downfalls.
And you know what else I don't like? Ham sandwiches. I used to have them, like ALL THE TIME. Like, ALMOST EVERY DAY FOR SEVEN YEARS. So, naturally, when I came to secondary school I was put off ham sandwiches because of the previously stated reason. So when there is nothing else to put in my sandwiches except ham, I will be pissed off. And then I feel really bad because I refuse to eat ham sandwiches which starving people in various countries would do anything for. And then I feel like a horribly selfish and spoilt little brat. And that's not a good feeling.
I'm on a horse.
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