mental block, and all that shit.

 So, it's the holidays, and I've done f-u-c-k all. Sitting at home, devouring fic after fic, mostly. I've gone out of the house approximately twice. Right now I'm doing a Glee camp with my one true love, fearlessforlife and we are both pissed about the solos, as usual. Whazzz new.
I'm doing the 'rap' in Born This Way, she's doing a piece in Don't Stop Believing. Needless to say neither of us are pleased. In other notes, I can't sing, I can't dance and all I can do is karate. My voice cracks during it because, yenno, I need to breath sometime and I'm jerking like a robot and trying to pronounce complicated words, eugh. Also there are some annoying children, don't know when to shut up, feel the need to inform us that their hand has a pattern from the carpet, etc.

 

( let me die )