Have been doing lots of Christmas shopping lately and as always, ended up buying lots of stuff for myself- not good! I went shopping in Brixton on Friday (not as scary as everyone makes out- I think people just say its rough so that when they go there they can make out that they're really hard) and I ended up buying myself a pair of shoes. I went shopping on Saturday and ended up buying myself a new coat. The coat I can justify though- there were only 2 left both in my size. And here's the best bit- the coat was originally £99. I bought it for £20! Bargain if ever I saw one.
After spending much of the weekend shopping I resigned myself to getting lots of work done before leaving at half 2 for a rehearsal at church. That went completely out the window as I seem to have the need to fulfill the student stereotype by sleeping in until 20 to 1! After waking, dazed in a state of semi-consciousness I heard someone bang on our front door. I debated ignoring it but an attack of conscious made me drag myself out of bad at that embarrassingly late hour to answer the door. It was big Dave. 45 minutes and 1 cup of of tea later he left, leaving me an hour to have a bath, eat lunch and get done all the work I'd proposed to do that morning. Something had to be sacrificed and ofcourse- it was my college work!
Having spent the next hour and 15 minutes faffing about, I finally left for church and was late for my rehearsal- why break a habit of a life time. I'm sure I must be getting a reputation for this by now. The subsequent rehearsal was quite entertaining due to the amount of sight singing I had to do-with out music! And just to add the icing on the cake Calvin asked me to sing an Acapella solo verse of be thou my vision. Which I sang- aren't I wonderful! The beginning of the service, Calvin says I'm going to sing this solo verse so there was no backing out, gives me a start note and I start singing. Half way through the first line, I realize that what I'm singing is far too low for me to the point it's right at the bottom of my vocal range. The result- something hideously out of tune, although what makes me giggle is that no-one noticed! I had 11 people after the service tell me how wonderful I sang and what a lovely voice I have. Quite embarrassing really. I don't know what it is about me but I don't seem to handle praise too well. I don't like being in the limelight, its just not me. I want to just sing and forget all about it, not have a conversation with a group of people about random stuff and then for someone to walk past on the way out and say 'nice singing, you sang well' and then for the conversation to turn to what a lovely voice I have. The thought of crawling under arose to hide at that very moment crossed my mind but the absence of any rock for me to crawl under made that a little problematic. Maybe in the future I should stand at the front and sing with a brown paper bag on my head. Hey- it would match my new shoes!
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