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Venting Out the Anger

The inability to acquiesce to the simplest of requests is mind-boggling. If the people at Manchester Music Exchange don't got their act together soon I'm destined to fail my Grade 4 Viola Exam. Twice - twice -have they sent me the wrong music. The first time, perhaps, it was my fault but the second was inexcusable. Expecially since they paid no heed to the emphasis of the request.

But now I have a reason to complain angrily down a phone - always a joy. And there were will be extra emphasis this time on the composer. And a refund, I'm sure of that. Regardless, my music teacher will be furious.

I'm calm again, even if the daunting prospect of a near-due English project lurks mere hours away. My tranqiul state of mind seems to have sprang from nowhere; I'm sure anyone else in my situation would be livid.

I believe this post has served its purpose of procrastination grandly. If only mother would hurry eating her dinner, doesn't she know I have things to do?

After-thought - What is the point of blogging? I am near certain that few people (if anyone) read this things. I suppose it is just a modern and more high-tech version of a diary, except boys and girls alike keep them. Or perhaps I am using my blog wrong? Should I be advertising?

Yours,
The Comma Whore

Something of a Diary-Entry

After Kimmy's (rather laughable) attempts to not disturb me while she slipped out to Church, I managed to read 100 pages or so of New Moon, gladly welcoming Alice and the Cullens back into my life. Thus, did this marvel of a book end happily (after reading another 200 at home) and I'm now itching to start the third. I actually have it sitting right beside me, but 300 pages of a book in one day is more than enough, no?

Aside from that, a welcome jaunt to the coast left me with only minor bruises and breathing constrictions. It was still wonderful though, and I decided upon my future car (truck)! It's nothing too snazzy, so I should get it for a reasonable price in four years.

My love for Edward has been renewed. Am I not sure what to feel.

I have not watched one second of TV. Fabulous.

Morbidity seems to be the theme to my life

After delving on this ever-so-touchy subject for uncountable months in bed, I've confronted death for the second time today. I feel guilty about writing this, but I'll persevere. Jared Griffis (AKA Duke of Clubs) has passed away, and I want as many people as possible to know of his greatness.

http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/battle-arena/73002-r-i-p-duke-clubs.html

Perhaps that count scratch the surface on what a fantastic person Jared was, and what an unbelieveble shame it that he is gone. I just can't get past using euphemisms to hide from the truth.

But that's all I have to say. You don't know what being speechless is until you're felt it.

First Post - Celebratory?

Yet another subscription that I doubt will stay alive for a week. But I'd may as well give it a go, right? My intention is to post her every week about anything and everything that catches my attention.

A new band? An awesome film? Catch-up on this week's Desperate Housewives? How madly in love I am with a fictional (vampiric) character? Yep, and more.

Every now and then I probably will give in to the raging sentimentality within me and blether on about my feelings of how the world is inadequate when pitted against my expectations, but hopefully that won't happen too often.