Mercury

I'm pretty sure the parents are mad at me. Don't know why. Yay for the ability to retreat to my room.

What an interest series of events in the last few days. I'm happy that's winding down.

I love Holst.

Mr. P frustrates me. First, he tells me that I'm going into grade 5 piano. Then I say I'd rather finish my dues in grade 4. That does not mean assign me more than the number of pieces needed to pass. Also, if you are telling me that "I figure out the songs quickly, but don't practice enough" that means I'm bored, not that in grade 5 we will narrow down to maximum of 2 songs a week. Like that's going to happen.

The new bassoon book I got has "Cool" from West Side Story in it (with piano accompaniment), and in that song, I have like 4 glissandos! Yay!

Yep, parents are mad lmfao.

UGH I'M JUST SO CONFUSED ALL THE TIME!

First they tell me they are all mad at Megan and not to bring her up, or things around her up and that I can't talk to her.
Via a facebook status, I find out that she came home early from France because she couldn't handle being so far from family for so long.
Now they are mad I didn't tell them, but even when I do bring things up about Megan they are mad.
Mom barges into room: nuh nuh nuh, you really hurt Peter you didn't tell him bla bla bah,
kwtfbitchgtfo.

Now to go onto my stumbler account and find a pretty picture. Let's hope this link doesn't die in the next few days like a lot others have.

To the girl i wrote a poem to:

i love you.

I heard that...

It's Sunday afternoon,
I've finished all my homework,
I've practiced my heart out,
and am extremely bored.

I'm contemplating meddling in other peoples business.
I mean, they owe me for what happened to them in a sense.
I'm getting the ball rolling for this guy,
which brings me to this guy.

Why do I spontaneously like him? I remember when I used to hate him.
But I also remember a thick rimmed pair of glasses sitting square on a teacher's nose, and I remember that teacher once saying,
"the only reason you hate someone is because they reflect things that you hate about yourself,"
So what does this guy and I have in common? and how I can I break it?

I think you and I have the same thoughts here.

It's never too late to be the person you want to be I suppose.

But why should I change myself for others? Like I'll care.

IDENTITY CRISIS AHH! This is what French religion does to me.

I should make amends with that smelly girl there.
Maybe a barrier will be pierced when she returns my books.
I was surprised to hear what I did on Friday.

This post is much too long.

In the words of Beethoven:
Rest - Eb - Eb - Eb - C

King of Swing

I know, I know, I got a MacBook Pro.
And iLove it.

In all honesty, I'm so satisfied with this bad boy, I am sure that it won't crash and destroy all my files like what happened to my PC. I'm tired of microsoft, but the still got me, seeing as ALL my computer things that worked with my HP won't work with my mac. Yes, that includes the mouse and keyboard.
FFFFFFUUUUU-

Now if you will excuse me, I need to write my resumé so I can get a job to pay for this thing.

There will be no picture attached sadly, my iTunes requires my full attention at the moment.

The Victor of Battle

Exams are done.
Thank God.
I want second semester now.