I've taken to a Playstation game called "sing star". I founded my inner rockstar while playing "rock band" with our friends the other week. I was addicted to singing into the mic. I got a 100% (score is based mostly on pitch) on 3 songs including the yeah yeah yeahs, garbage, and the killers. I was high off of singing, I'm telling you. So my hubby bought me an early birthday gift the other day, "sing star". It comes with a mic, a smaller, less expensive version of rock band in a way. Thing is, the game comes with about only 30-35 songs. I got "Amped" version thinking it was the coolest, which it is pretty damn cool. Then I sung all of those songs and wanted more, more, more. So I've become my husband, addicted to a video game. He caved last night at Toys R' Us and got me the "Pop" version so I'd have more songs. He's got a soft spot in his heart for any love I have for video games in general, he eats it up. So I sung my lungs out last night. I jammed to Pearl Jam's "alive", Cyndi Lauper, some of The Fray, even fucking Britney Spears. HA! It's been fun for me, a new hobby if you will. Just you wait, by next week you'll hear me googling about instrumental tracks and a real live amp and mic. This love is evolving rampantly.
I'm off work today and skipping my weekly kick boxing class due to sore throat and lack of rest. For some ungodly reason, my son woke me up at 2am to watch cartoons. Oh.. my.. God. Talk about an interruption in sleep. So I woke up feeling unrested and achy. I think I'll go to the gym later today during downtime after I've gotten food and vitamins in my system and hopefully have some get-up-and-go in my blood.
Something insane I thought I'd mention, is that the temperature here in central Georgia has been hovering around the very high 70s for 3 days now. It is two weeks until Christmas, and I'm wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops to Target. It's just wrong
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