So I'm going to start a new one, I might finish the old one at some point but I'm hating it right now so it won't be for a while.
The 30 Day Song Challenge
Day 01 – Your favorite song
Day 02 – Your least favorite song
Day 03 – A song that makes you happy
Day 04 – A song that makes you sad
Day 05 – A song that reminds you of someone
Day 06 – A song that reminds of you of somewhere
Day 07 – A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 08 – A song that you know all the words to
Day 09 – A song that you can dance to
Day 10 – A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 – A song from your favorite band
Day 12 – A song from a band you hate
Day 13 – A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14 – A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15 – A song that describes you
Day 16 – A song that you used to love but now hate
Day 17 – A song that you hear often on the radio
Day 18 – A song that you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19 – A song from your favorite album
Day 20 – A song that you listen to when you’re angry
Day 21 – A song that you listen to when you’re happy
Day 22 – A song that you listen to when you’re sad
Day 23 – A song that you want to play at your wedding
Day 24 – A song that you want to play at your funeral
Day 25 – A song that makes you laugh
Day 26 – A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27 – A song that you wish you could play
Day 28 – A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29 – A song from your childhood
Day 30 – Your favorite song at this time last year
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Day 5-Your siblings
One official blood related sibling, younger, female, loud. However I have multiple siblings that have been adopted in along the way. I think it's just a natural thing to have family who aren't actually related to you. Family is love not just blood.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Day 3-Your first love
Ah now this is a nice story:
I was 15 and in transition year, and my all girls school was doing a play with the local all boys school. Through some crazy turn of events I was playing the female lead (having only gone in to an audition to read my friends lines for her). Being a dramatic teenager I was keen to scope out my male lead, instead of focusing on the staging of this production like a good theater junkie should.
So I scoped. And he seemed to be doing the same. He was a quiet sweet normal guitar playing boy who was checking me out, probably the first time I had ever had that kind of attention. So I went with it, we flirted around actually saying much or doing much aside from walking round the school grounds together and sitting in the jam room, him playing guitar for me.
And eventually we kissed. And got a round of applause for it (No it wasn't part of the play, we'd just been so dang obvious about liking each other that people were relieved).
Being a dramatic teenager what follows isn't awfully romantic or nice. We broke up, got back together and broke up again. There was a year of not speaking, avoidance and general teenage dramatics. But now we're mates again.
Fin.
I was 15 and in transition year, and my all girls school was doing a play with the local all boys school. Through some crazy turn of events I was playing the female lead (having only gone in to an audition to read my friends lines for her). Being a dramatic teenager I was keen to scope out my male lead, instead of focusing on the staging of this production like a good theater junkie should.
So I scoped. And he seemed to be doing the same. He was a quiet sweet normal guitar playing boy who was checking me out, probably the first time I had ever had that kind of attention. So I went with it, we flirted around actually saying much or doing much aside from walking round the school grounds together and sitting in the jam room, him playing guitar for me.
And eventually we kissed. And got a round of applause for it (No it wasn't part of the play, we'd just been so dang obvious about liking each other that people were relieved).
Being a dramatic teenager what follows isn't awfully romantic or nice. We broke up, got back together and broke up again. There was a year of not speaking, avoidance and general teenage dramatics. But now we're mates again.
Fin.
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