So the ENT person (who was actually very very nice) said I had the ‘classic case’ of voice nodules. Then, he proceeded to describe them.
Something upon the lines of dots and redness around them. I picture it in my head and it completely grosses me out. It reminds me of some weird disease.
So I’m supposed to go to a speech therapist? …Hopefully he won’t tell me to not be DM…
ENT said that I should be okay by August. But he said for now, I have to give up any form of screaming.
So goodbye opera and goodbye calling commands… for now :T
1. Broccoli & Cheddar soup in a sourdough bread bowl from Panera
2. Getting my nails done
3. Going shopping
4. Getting more storage space in my room
5. Practicing mace
6. Tiffany items listed in the previous Tumblr post
7. Tickets to see Next to Normal or Promises, Promises
8. Sewing (with a machine, not by hand.)
on this chain
ES IST VIEL ZU TEUER!!
Aber sehr sehr schön *drool*
I haven’t quite mustered the motivation to do my homework again, considering I spent about and hour doing it already, even after SATs (that I completely winged, btw..hah.)
Right now, I really wish I had a sewing machine and some fabric… *sigh*
BUT I might end up playing Starcraft. Who knows.
I’m gonna eat my bad mood away. Yummmmmm :D
I need to vent. But I’ll try to make this venting short and simple, since I have to wake up extra early to attempt to curl my hair for tomorrow O_O
1.) Don’t psychoanalyze me, it’s annoying and you’re always wrong.
2.) Before you call me a phony friend, please recall every day that I walked around the track with you.
3.) DC was one of my first attempts at trying to be your friend. Yeah, I made a really big mistake. But fyi, that mistake meant nothing. It was just absolutely pathetically horrible judgment on my part. And for the nth time, I was not trying to get your attention to say hi, I was trying to get your attention to ask if my friend and I can sit to the seats next to you to get a better view during the concert. That is was it is, stop trying to make it seem like it was something else.
4.) I’ll never let you help me work out because I know you like me and it’s weird.
5.) If you’re over what happened, why do you still like me?
And lastly, thank you for ruining my night.
If I only had one real friend, I’d stop jeopardizing my friendship with them.
That I’m officially screwed for pit orchestra….
But everything’s still supposed to work out, right?