Musings of the day.

Since when has music work ever included essays?!?!

It should be kept to just playing and reading music, not writing 500 friggin' essays on the stylistic features of the piece that make it a typical romantic composition.
Who the fuck cares?
I certainly don't.

*sighs*

The life of a teenager is unexplicably hard. You wouldn't think it, but it is. All we want to do is laze about, or go out and party, but if we want to get anywhere in life we have to work.



I've thought about writing a long running blog story, maybe updating it every week.
Then it doesn't seem as daunting as writing a book. Which one day, I might will write.

But tune in next time for that folks ^___^



Ah, look at the sun. I want to go and bask in it's warmth.

Peace. No love today.
xxx

Everything and Nothing.

Right.
Here we go.
My first tenative steps into bloggingdom.

Apparantly I can just type bollocks until my fingers wear down into stubbs. Not that they aren't stubby enough already, mind you. A slight hinderance for a bassist, having short fingers, but hey ho. You get what you're given.

It's been a pretty uneventful day. Weeeell, I went to Pizza Hut, and managed not to spill my chicken-in-sauce into the pizza. Mostly because I didn't have any chicken-in-sauce with which I could spill. But at least it wasn't a repeat of my clumsy escapades in Red Hot Buffet. I'm pretty sure that RHB have me on a blacklist. Let's not go there again, eh folks?

Hah. I don't know how many of you like Harry Potter, but my little brother invented his answer to Hogwarts in my uncle's garage : Cornfields.
I think for a five year old, that's quite imaginative. Perhaps I'm being slightly biased. Well, what you gonna do? Nothing. That's what.
He practises the art of magic there and everything. And he has a sorting hat.

I think I have an idea where my trilby disappeared to.


Much peace and love
xxx