I can remember when my dad took me to sing the first time it was November 6 2010. My dad took me to this bar called the reel inn told me to get on the stage and sing. There was no one in the room not even my dad.
I sang my favorite song here for the party by Gretchen Wilson I've been sing that song forever. My dad always tells me that when I was little in the car when we would listen to the song I would sing here for the potty instead. That's what I'm going to sing at finals.
I was told to dress my part that was the requirement so I'm dressing up like a cowgirl. I'm wearing blue jeans and a plaid tank top with a cowgirl hat. I'm searching for a plaid tank that's red to match my hat. I really hope the day of finals is at least under 85 degrees. You see it's summer here in wisconsin and mother nature has bipolar problems with wisconsin, so everything can change in one day. It sucks.
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Just One More Day
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