Singing

I went to choir at church Sunday night. I technically joined back in the fall, but then I only went twice. And after going on Sunday, I remember why I kept preferring to stay home. I ended up sitting next to my mother, who turned to me about halfway through and said, "I'm glad you're sitting next to Jennie too. She can help keep you on track." I just am not the most talented person in my family, which is why I stopped performing when I was 14 and started going behind the scenes. When I joined choir, Benny made a big deal out of the fact that I was a Benz without having ever actually heard me sing. So, he told people who I was and then I felt like people expected things from me. I love to sing, but I rarely do it in front of people. Mark and I used to sing together a lot, but he didn't say rude things to me that made me feel inferior. Thanks, Mark! I'm not saying he isn't a turd (terd for Dave and his wacky spellings) sometimes (he is, after all, my little brother), but at least he doesn't do that. Actually, one of my other problems with choirs was that they kept trying to make me do stupid exercises, or worse, dance terrible dances. And that is why halfway through rehearsals for our eighth grade musical, I became a tech person. I am just terribly uncoordinated and I have always been extremely self-conscious, so it's best that I do nothing to attract attention to myself. I realize this all extremely negative, but apparently that's the kind of mood I'm in today. My jaw hurts quite a bit, as does my head. Also, weird that I used parentheses twice in the same sentence. I somehow think you shouldn't do that. Oh well.