Your voice is void Squeeze 'til your bones break

Hey, wanna hear a secret?

Come closer.

No, closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Good.

(I think I like country music)

Tell anyone, and your children will die, your house will be consumed in fire, your cat will eat your fish, your dog will eat your cat, and you'll never fit into a size less than XXXXL again.

Tell anyone, and your hair will fall out, your eyeballs will pop, your nose will become huge, and your entire body will be covered in red pus-acne.

You'll never catch me listening to it on  my own, or tolerating it. As soon as it comes on, I'll do the regular "EW, country!" and make them change it. And therefore will this abnormality be crushed. I won't have this uncultured crap poisoning me.

But besides that. I stayed up 'til 1:30 last night (I intended to stay up longer, but I fell asleep on the floor watching Hercules with Mum and Aorta, then in a sleepy stupor stumbled over to the couch and slept there) and woke up all of a sudden at 5:30. I was just like, "okay" and chilled on the comp. Then I had breakfast, then practised piano, then drove Aorta to cross, stayed there and looked at the waves and the sand and the sky and played the keyboard (I took it in the car) (Side Note- There are few things as awesome and beautiful as coming over a hill and seeing the ocean, big, blue, stretching on until it meets the horizon). Then we went home (we wanted to stay and play on the beach so bad, but it was FREEZING and windy). 

At home I made breakfast for Smells, Schink, and Mum. Then I did stuff, then I INVENTED MY OWN RECIPE!

I'm still working on it. Today was trial 1. I'll have to wait 'til 50 million years in the future 'til trial 2. But I think I know what to do now, and how it'll turn out. Ying!

Then I ran some errands with mum, and did other stuff, and now I'm playing piano and messing around with "Nearer, My God, to Thee". You know how people play hymns and just make them beautiful all impromptu-like? Yeah, I can't do that. But I can add in an extra note or two and stuff. Nothing worth mentioning. It's just fun, and good practise, I'd imagine. I love piano.

Right now, I'm wearing two shirts (one backwards) and two bras (one backwards) and my necklaces backwards. Yes, I am cool.

Okay. Check this place out if you ever feel like making music:

noteflight.com

It's cool. I just wish I could compose music...ah, that would be awesome.

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