I’m relieved now really. She’s kind of a bitch usually, very selfish. I’m just too nice to let it get to me, but most everyone gets annoyed. I just didn’t want to make her feel like everyone just gives up, but oh well I guess.
That’s the problem with people- you can’t help them all.
Over the past year or two it’s gotten increasingly hard to hit those super high Rob Halford and Geddy Lee notes in my falsetto. My range has totally shrunk. If only I were 16 again… I could sing classic rock.
I can hit two high range notes, and a bunch of baritone. Nothing in between. My range has sucked for a long time (and I sing like a drunken southern moose, so there is no up side to this story).
Well, I sing just for personal pleasure (when I’m alone) I don’t sing openly. I play drums and bass though, so I’m not really crying over my “lost talent”
Try vocal exercises. I’ve also heard about something concerning olive oil…I don’t know anything further.
as for my rage of earlier:
It’s over. She officially hates my guts. As much as I feel like shit bout it, I’m semi-relieved. For now.
Maybe I’ll give it a shot. If only to be able to hit those early 70’s rock vocalist ridiculous high notes.
But I mean, at least you can’t make her any madder, right?
Short of personally insulting her to her face with vulgarity, no. No I can’t. But my rage is done haha
I used to sing first soprano but have now dipped into the serious alto ranges. No matter. I don’t sing publicly anymore and the shower wall doesn’t care if it isn’t as snow white pristine as it used to be.
Uhhh… singing… Both my parents are in a choir, but my singing voice is reeeeally ugly. Guess I didn’t inherit their talent.
On another note: NEVER, I repeat NEVER eat a burger without a plate while sitting in front of your TV/Desktop/Laptop/whatevs… I guess it all happend to you once in your lifetime: When biting off, the sauce squeezes out of the side… and falls upon your pants if you have no plate or something similar… You don’t notice because you look on your screen, so it keeps on dropping until your pants are fucked up… FUUUUUUUU
Fail level: Genius.
At least it didn’t fall into an expensive piece of electronics.
Plot twist: His pants are a new type of wearable technology and now they’re fubar.
That’d have put it into the epic fail category…
I thought clothing in general is already wearable tech. O_o
new type of wearable technology.
They have nanochips all over.
It means his pants are dead D:
Fuckin’ zombie goasts.
You want to know the best way to save a friendship? Kick your pride in the balls and stop to think if anything they are saying has merit before you reply. Then you reply calmly and accordingly, whether they are being reasonable or unreasonable.
You may want to give us the whole story too, there is obviously more to this.
EDIT: Well that was a delayed reply to the last page.
Again, all this sounds like to me is you might benefit from scratching your pride testicles with a boot.
The best way to make someone feel like not everyone just gives up, is to not give up. Don’t compromise on important issues, but don’t be nasty just because your temper flares up. Give yourself time to think stuff through, and chill out before you reply. If you are in a one on one situation, take time to think and don’t hesitate to hesitate and leave some empty space in the conversation. Leaving a space of silence while you collect yourself will get the message across much better than spewing a barrage of whatever is sitting on the forefront of your mind as soon as there is a breath open. Most importantly, understand that people will not offer you the same courtesy of a calm and collected discussion. The best way to win an argument is to not let yourself be rash and angry.
Truth ^
The Tea Party here in America is made up of terrorists.
The terrorists are winning.
Why is everyone letting the terrorists win?
Vote against the Tea Party every chance you get.