I told you I ran into Britt Duke on the road heading home on Thanksgiving. What I didn't tell you was that I think he caught me singing out loud to some country song on the radio. I know I was bobbing my head to the rhythm when he pulled alongside me, but hopefully I was between vocal phrases at the moment he came up.
I do this. I sing out loud.
There is a question on a friend of mine's Myspace that asks "What makes you laugh out loud?" Her answer was listening to me sing the theme song to Diff'rent Strokes. Back when I lived in Hewitt with Tracey and Kris, Wesley stayed for a few days in Tracey's room. I'm not quite sure I knew this, though, so I went about my morning on a day off as I did most days when I knew my roommates weren't around-- I sat in front of the television and found old shows I watched as a kid and, if I knew the words, sang along to the theme song.
And so there I was, believing I was alone, belting out "NOW THE WORLD DON'T MOVE, TO THE BEAT OF JUST ONE DRUM..." Imagine my embarrassment when I found out she heard.
But most of the time I don't care. Most conversations remind me of some song and I am free with my musical ability (and lack, thereof.)
So there's something about me.