Uh, thanks for all the comments last time. It made me feel much better. ^-^
(Though, then came the respiratory system and I crashed back into the mid-ground.)
I was going to reward everyone with a small video of me from the bistro show (if you're lucky, you would hear me sing) or a small thing from our culture fest that has my voice in it so people could finally hear my voice.
Unfortunately, I have no idea how to do either.
Tomorrow is our culture fest. Originally, I was going to be a Emperor (CROSS-DRESSING FTW!), but the heads were frightened of the idea and decide no cross-dressers. Even if we don't have enough guys. D<
Instead I'm going to be a Vietnam Empress, dressed in a pretty white dress(?) with some ribbons on my hair. I'm also going to be wearing make-up for the first time on a none-halloween occasion. I barely even know what is going to be put on me.
As fun as that is, I'm terrified of tomorrow.
And not because of stage fright.
The dress is a little small, so besides me barely fitting in, if I so much as try to breath I will die. I can only take small breaths (is that what a pregnant woman feels like?) and I can't move my arms at all. It actually physically pains me to bend my wrist. My arms fall asleep and all blood is cut off from my hands. That's how bad it is.
Luckily, I just have to wear it for two hours straight.
So, if I mysteriously die, you know why now.
Current Location: In the strawberry-lined halls of candy world
Current Mood: 
aggravated
aggravatedCurrent Music: No one can press the rewind button now, so breathe, just breathe
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