Here lives... well... who knows really. Mostly it's a complete mishmash of all-sorts (not liquorice ones though, not a big fan myself) and the rest it gubbins - combined with the ramblings of a teenage brit, who's interests and wardrobe are about as eclectic as her insanity is vast.
I wish you all the luck, intrepid traveler of the void that is the internets.
|me:||*walks into a restaurant wearing all black and smudged eyeliner*|
|me:||*says "please" 800 times and smiles at small children*|
being an alto kind of sucks sometimes because a lot of the time choir directors will put the girls that are tone-deaf regardless of their range in the alto section because ‘low tones are not as easy to hear so if they’re pitchy you cant tell’
but fuck is it hard to sing when you’re surrounded by a good third of a section singing in a completely different key like please kill me