Psychological Issues

So I just got home from John's house, where Stef, John and I (along with the advice and musical ear of the lovely Breanne) were trying to record a few songs that we had been working on before Stef leaves us. I must say that I am CRAZY. There is something wrong with me. For some reason, as hard as I try, I can only sing for a certain length of time in front of people before I go all crazy and can't do it anymore. I must have leprosy. When in doubt, blame leprosy. The sound of my own voice on a recording still freaks me / creeps me out, but I HAVE to get used to it because I LOOOOOVE singing and I basically don't think that I'm going to stop. And darnit, my parents have spent QUITE enough money on all my years of choir and voice lessons. I should give something back to the community that is the Macdonald house. The crazy Macdonald house. My family is crazy. Must be where I get the crazy from. I miss Stef already. Hopefully her guitar tracks worked out well enough that I can fix my vocals when I get the guts again. And I will. I hope.