"You're the one who's eating a twinkie in class!"

So yeah, I know I haven't blogged in about 2 weeks.

I'm a busy girl- play, studying, finals, being sick (blergh.)

Not to mention having to draw on clothes for my blog brings me down.

So my parents were gone on Tuesday, I believe my Mom was giving blood.

I had a choir concert and I wanted to practice to make sure I could hear myself hitting all of the right notes.

While I was doing my hair I knew I was home alone.

So naturally, I started to belt out the songs as loud as I could.

I thought I sounded pretty dang good.

I was getting ready slowly just so I could sing some more.

I was dancing with my unfortunately hot curling iron as my microphone.
(Don't judge.)

Then suddenly I'm finished and I walked out of the bathroom not realizing my parents have been home.

For quite some time.

I think nothing of it until after the concert.

Apparently, my Mom heard EVERYTHING.

I sort of forgot that these walls in the house are very thin, so you could hear me from every room in the house.

How's that for embarrassment?

I wouldn't be surprised if my neighbors could hear me... the louder you sing, the higher you can hit.

Well, at least my Mom said I sounded 'fine'.