mb is moving to dc so the ladies (mb, jenny and i) went to galaxy diner. that's my dinner from tonight. an omelette with hashbrowns and a biscuit and a chocolate malt. it was the absolute best way to wrap up the evening after comedy sportz practice. hanging with the ladies, eating delicious rva classics and beatboxing.that's right, beatboxing. while i was at tournament i decided that it was my new goal to learn to beatbox. i've been asking around for help and it turns out that mb is a really good beatboxer. i was super impressed.
i've been practicing for a couple hours and right now i can mostly just spit on everything and get light headed and start dry heaving. i'm not sure people can rap to that, but hey it's a start.
it's hard to be a lady beatboxer. i don't know what it is, but it seems like us ladies aren't really taught how to make weird noises as children. and we really aren't taught how to make weird noises loudly. but i don't care. i don't care about any of it. i'm going to be the best lady beatboxer there ever was or ever will be. when i die my tombstone will say 'here lies elaina, lady beatboxer extraordinaire, boooobooooo keeer cheeer boooboooo keeer cheeeer.'
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Now I really want homemade biscuits!
If you had grown up in the era of Yo Gabba Gabba the TV would have taught you to beat box. Some kids have all the luck, amirite?
Aw, thanks Elaina!
I practiced all the way home and now my face just hurts a little more than usual.
Surely we'll become the best lady beat boxers ever!
You are fun. :)
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