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You oughta hear the mirror in my house You oughta fear her pretty, pretty mouth Says I’m imperfect in every way: “Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”/...But I’m gonna burn, I’m gonna shine and multiply I’m gonna fill up the great divide You’ll never break me with all the things you say “Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway”

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Russian Runaway

So last night I dreamed that I was really born in Russia, but I ran away to America at the age of three. My parents were really upset. My mom had the brilliant idea that I went to America, so she did, too, and we found each other because we were both singing at the same time and we invented a new chord, which was the start of American Idol.
I think this calls for a:
where the crap did that come from!?!?
There was more, but I don't remember it well enough to explain it. I know it involved some fellow music majors taking a trip to a different country and trying to buy music/take piano class for an upcoming school musical.
But still.
Russia??
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