You Know You're Crazy When...

So I woke up this morning at eight, even though I didn't really want to, but there was no point in me laying around pretending to sleep anymore. My roommate Aliena was already gone, and I was like, aaaahhhhh, good morning world.

And the nice thing about the floor I live on is that there really aren't very many of us, and we all have different schedules, so usually you have the bathroom to yourself when you go to shower. The stories I heard about dorm bathrooms were usually 'you have to wake up at six if you want to shower'. Clearly whoever told me that didn't live in Sullivan Hall. I LOVE this place.

You guys all know how into music I am. Well, Anne and Emily and Aliena might not know, because I'm not doing music here. I HATE THAT. I'm already taking too many credit hours, and my scholarship won't cover any more, so I can't participate in a music group. HATE. So, being the choir-deprived diva I am, I started singing in the shower this morning.

No, I'm not lying. I thought I had the bathroom to myself, and I haven't been able to sing much this year, so I started singing 'Shoot the Moon' by Norah Jones. If you don't know it go look it up, it's pretty cool.

And then I hear footsteps, and someone goes, 'Oh, I love Norah Jones.'

I was SOOOOO embarrassed. I mean, who sings in the shower? Really? Besides me, but we already knew I was insane...