Cello. Music. Doctor Who. Rants. Video Games. Roommate problems. I'm not your average cellist, but I'm pretty awesome.
WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
In other news, hearing swoldiers-of-doomsday speak in real life is weird because I only know him through the internet. Oops.
That awkward moment when my piano teacher is more lenient than my cello teacher towards me not practicing because of everything going on in my life.
Phantom: SING FOR ME!!
Christine: *nails high e*
Me: *pterodactyl screech, coughs, faints*