twelve-jammy-badgers:

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thegirlthatcounted:

fuzzybagels:

I SCREECHED IRL NOW MY CHINCHILLAS ARE LIKE ‘WHAT THE FUCK’

JESUS

WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

ITS LIKE THE PAVEMENT JOKE 

nereid-urania:

caw-cawmotherfuckers:

delicious-mud:

reaill:

babestuck:

i WANT AN OTAMATONE THEYRE SO ANNOYING

HOHLY SHIT

jesus shit

Oh my gods, we sang that in chorus! :D Those are adorable and I want one.

aishaneko:

tastefullyoffensive:

[arsenicc]

reblogging because look at that alligator omg it’s so cute.

nereid-urania:

Chorus and Band and Orchestra all in one hall, death matches all hours of the day.

nereid-urania:

elaroh:

thatoneprince:

musicproblems:

submitted by: diannaslist

When I was in Junior High/High School I used to like this a lot. Mostly because Altos were filled with cool girls and the sopranos were usually really stuck up girls. C’: Justice.

While I don’t quite agree that it’s “Justice”, I do see where you’re coming from. Personally, this was an issue for me for three years in high school. I was trained by my choral teacher to be a First Soprano, so I couldn’t really sing any lower than like… middle C? Maybe. I had a fantastic upper range then, but my lower range was super shitty, so it was very difficult for me to sing the Alto parts. Of course, that’s all different now, since I’ve been training my voice to go in the opposite direction again, like it was in middle school. :’D

I’m a Soprano 1 and I can hit Alto without failing horribly and sounding like a dying walrus. I’m pretty proud of that, I think it’s funny when we’re doing the exercises and we go up to a high C and everyone turns squeaky. -w- Is funny, I squeak a ton if I go up to far past my comfort level so I drop down to Soprano 2 in those cases. :) 

striderprovider:

littlepuddle:

GUYS

IT HAS A MUSTACHE

LITTLE GENTLEMAN ; A ;

By: Erin

“Shakos…ponytails underneath

I’ve got the breath of a last pizza slice on my teeth

She’s a bando…but she ain’t got no reed

She’s got a head joint with a body and a foot all silvery

t-t-t-tongue’s always tapping your teeth

while my tongue is on the inside of a moldy old reed

tell the director, if he gives you flute 3

that I’m a bari saxophone and I can send him crying home

she hears me tunin’ woahh

she thinnks it’s groovy woahh

loves listenin’ to me woahhh woahh oh ohhh

don’t trust a sax, never trust a sax, don’t trust a sax don’t trust me

drill sets…on the back of your hands

scribbled in the bathroom cause it’s marching band

the music…you stole off the stage has note names and fingerings all over the page

b-b-b-black clothes, cover you up

but you’ll be shakin’ in your shako till you almost throw up

and the best is…there’s no scarves on the feild

Can’t feel my feet I guess that means the blisters have healed

she hears me tunin’ woahh

she thinnks it’s groovy woahh

loves listenin’ to me woahhh woahh oh ohhh

don’t trust a sax, never trust a sax, don’t trust a sax don’t trust me

shush girl

attention stance

think through all your drill sets

it’s your last chance

she hears me tunin’ woahh

she thinnks it’s groovy woahh

loves listenin’ to me woahhh woahh oh ohhh

don’t trust a sax, never trust a sax, don’t trust a sax don’t trust me”

Maybe later we can record our horrible lovely singing, and you can sing along!