You are the marshmallows of my hot cocoa. Mmmmm.....marshmallows. I haven't hand any in my hot cocoa in a long time. In fact, I believe that as soon as I'm finished with my blog, I'll go and make myself a good hot cocoa with marshmallows.
So my weekend, unexpectedly extended, but the extension is always welcome, was actually quite busy. I spent the whole time wracking my brain over the essays and projects I have to do for all my college things. I think I'm almost finished. Yay! Congratulate me!
Ay, but another gripe decided to unexpectedly, in an unwelcome way, descend upon me. And boy, does this remind me so much of myself when I started off my blog. Just a note to anyone, if the person knows where your blog is, and you don't feel like confronting them, please don't put your gripes about them on the blog. It causes des tas de trouble (for all you non-French speakers, that's "heaps of"). And I just read a particular blog that definitely made my day just fall into a nice dull gloom.
But for this person's information, the talent show group has six people, and only six people. I picked who I picked, invited who I invited, for numerous reasons. Some of which were obvious enthusiasm, skill at instruments which not many others can play, seniority and they're easy to work with. Why I didn't pick more? Because this piece was originally supposed to be for only four people. As you can see, I'm already horrendously over the limit. I'm sorry that I couldn't include you. This group being only six people in no way reflects upon my opinion on your skills or the skills of your friend.
And another thing. Am I really stuck up? Do I exude some sort of offensive aura that says, "I'm a better musician that thou art! Bow down and grovel!" I certainly hope not. Please tell me if I do. The idea of my being so arrogant is absolutely terrifying.