Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Russel Crow sings sweetly.

Today in my teenage angst, Russel Crow sang in chapel.
Just kidding. Apparently Corey Doak used to go to my school and made a visit back to bless us with his troubadour-esque nature.  

From my seat at the back** all I could see was Russell Crow singing sweet songs to me about growing up in the nineties.
He also taught us that the many faucets of life can be beautiful.

Not bad for a Monday morning, I'd say. 

** My seat at the back was specifically chosen in anticipation of deeming the affair too ridiculous to stick around for . . . 

1 comment:

Mich said...

actually faucets? please let that be a typo.

and may i guess that the term troubadour has been acquired from GG? :)