As of yesterday at about 4 or 4:30, I am done with my finals and paper and all those other things that were making me want to pull my hair out. (I know, I said I’d try and keep it in perspective. I don’t think it worked very well). To celebrate completing my finals, I went over to my boyfriend’s apartment. He and his roommate decided they wanted to play rockband. I agreed to do a guitar part.

Let me take a step back here. First, if you don’t know what rockband is, its a video game that lets you play instruments and sing along with downloaded songs and they tell you how you did. Neat system, very entertaining, and so on.

Second, if you don’t know me, you may be unaware of my issue with singing. And my issue is this: I DO NOT SING. Pretty straight forward, really. I did when I was a kid. And then I realized I sounded like someone was trying to drown a cat. And so I have stopped.

Back to the story line we go. So I agreed to play the guitar part. Nick was singing, and his roommate was playing bass. We played 5 or 6 songs like this. And then I mentioned that my hand was tired. WRONG THING TO SAY. Quicker than I knew, the microphone was in my hand and Nick had selected “You oughta know” by Alanis Morissette. As he explained, “I know you know this. All girls know this.” I would have argued that point, but he was right.

(Not mine, GIS)

And so I sang. It wasn’t all that bad. Except for one thing. “You oughta know” has one VERY clearly sung curse word. And rockband is censored. And I did not know that. So mid song, I was going along, and sang the line (I am so sorry to those of you who damage easily. Its the lyrics, simple as that): “Are you thinking of me when you f******ck her” with a nice long emphasis on the f-bomb there. Problem being, as I sang that particular word, rockband got all quiet and didn’t sing with me. Goooody. So my first singing experience in however long a time involved me shouting the f-word, unprovoked.