Not Quite Feeling It

Hmm.....seems as though life is falling as we know it.
A colossal black hole disintegrating what we believe to be true.

Today was just a............day. Just another day in the life of a quack. Pure madness brewed in with the bitter taste of mellowness and a tablespoon of sleep-deprivation, chopped with four cups of pure boredom. Please heat until driven completely insane.

There's my life. In a recipe.

If you want to be just like me (Though I can't imagine why) that recipe is there for you to become just like ME!! YAY!! Although, you may not get positive or desired results. So I don't necessarily recommend this so-called "recipe" to anyone.

Tomorrow is Wednesday. Dear God, I hate Wednesdays. Please spare me from that day of the week!!! I PLEAD! First of all, I have piano at frickin' 6:30 in the morning. 6:30 IN THE MORNING!!! (I don't know why I'm still taking piano anyways. :P ) Then I have to go to school, which always just is.....sickening. Yeah, that's it. And then I have cello lessons, which are suppose are okay, but it's just rather irritating and difficult having two musical lessons where you are critiqued rather harshly on why everything you're doing is wrong and why you are stupid for thinking that. It's just like being raped with criticism. That's it. And then after that, I have mutual, which is basically like, die. (Ha! I sounded like Emily Juchau there! I'm so proud of myself!)

Yeah, Wednesdays.

Are going to be.

The death.

Of me.

Darg.

Taylor Warner, if you don't know her, get to know her. She's the coolest person on this planet. She gave me original Deadpool comics to read while wearing a space jacket that glimmered with artificial glitter. She's basically a babe. And she's awesome. Completely. That was the highlight of my day.

So I don't quite know what to do with my life. I feel as though I'm forced to become just what my parents want me to be, but not quite what I want to be. I want to play piano and compose music, and yet I'm still here taking stupid piano lessons that I don't need merely because of my parent's tyrannical wishes that I cannot escape from. I'm as good enough as I want to be. And I know more about music theory than my piano teacher does. I DON'T want piano lessons anymore. Oh well, I suppose that's life. You live by what your parent's want you to be and then you escape sometime. I just am hating it as of now.

So right now, I'm listening to a song called "Fire Coming Out of the Monkey's Head"? It's weird. Yet very entrancing and mystic. It's by the Gorillaz. They're pretty neat.

I must go, so I hope you enjoy your day or night or whatever time period you may be existing within, but where ever you are, just know that I'll be here. Doing nothing. Nothing at all. Just a nowhere man living in his nowhere land. (Beatle's reference there)

Well, see you all at a later date.