I thought what I was about to read would hurt but it actually didn't. Those words were very simple and somewhat cliche, but I felt they were still very encouraging. It's nice to hear from someone who seems to possess the ability to appreciate life for what it is. Well, we all have the ability, but it's about what you do with it. I will still rant about all that annoys me. I mean, I'm kind of prone to that now. But I have to say, I do take the time to look at the positive. But I guess my words can seem "heavy" and I can ramble on about what I don't have, and not get to a point.
Buttttt then again it is my blog. My online diary that is open to everyone. I have no problem with that but I should be able to complain about whatever, right? I mean come on now. Complaining is entertainment for oneself. It's kind of my hobby, sad to say. That's like half the time... haha. Or even more. Yikes? Okay so I'll try to balance things out. I feel when I ramble about both the good and bad aspects of life, they can become dull and repetitive. I guess it's my way of remembering what I actually care about and what I want to fix. Things that matter to me. That's what I'm trying to say. Anyway, it's a bit strange.
Walk, don't roll! Otherwise you might slip and fall face down.
Anyway, time to rant about my mean sister. She never tells me who calls. Like today our mother called and I thought it was our dad. She tells me to look up stores. And I was going to do that. I called my dad and told him to check out Lashof's Violin, and she flips out about me calling my dad. I DIDN'T EFFING KNOW WHO THE EFF SHE WAS CALLING. I swear, it's out of nowhere she just flips out. She probably has anger issues. I remember when she was like a junior or senior in high school, and I was in 6th grade or whatever, we were driving to church one day and she was all angry. She poured water out from a water bottle on my dad while he was drying. We stopped the car and they fought for an hour. SO MUCH FKING YELLING. IT'S SO ANNOYING AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE CAN SHUT THE EFF UP. If I don't know something she flips out at me! WHY THE HELL DOES SHE GET ANGRY AT ME WHEN I DON'T KNOW THINGS. SHE DRIVES ME UP THE EFFING WALL. SERIOUSLY, I DO NOT WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH HER OVERREACTING. Like that time she rampaged through my room and took all my stuff out of my drawers and closet. She even took the drawers itself, out of their slots. She's psycho.
Oh and I wasn't able to play violin, and I respected her pet peeves or whatever you would like to call them, for a whole year. I wasn't allowed to play violin anywhere but the basement. But then once school and PVYO ended, I had it up to there. I stopped playing. Well no, not exactly. I just saw a spider in the basement so I stopped playing. I would gladly, willingly play upstairs in my room but oh! I'M NOT ALLOWED...! Oh and I know the average house has about 30,000 spiders. But once I see a spider and its web with my own two eyes, I won't step foot into that place. So I just recently started playing because my mom was yelling at me to play, so I told her the ridiculous yet true reason why I couldn't play. So my sister comes up to me today and says, "Okay so you can practice violin for an hour. And at the end of the week I'll tell you how you're doing." I took it. I mean why wouldn't I? Auditions are in less than a month and I haven't practiced at all before today. It's a bunch of b.s. you know. I have an extreme fear of spiders. She should have known that. So now she's angry not only because of the phone call situation, but because I sound rusty. I'm assuming it's more than the phone call, though I also think she wants me to get better at violin. I mean I really do sound rusty crusty. HER FAULT! It's her fault that she has to suffer from the rusty sound that unleashes through these old, crusty strings. Speaking of crusty strings, I should change my strings. I need to. I've had them for over a year now. I should change them before auditions start. Oh and when I would have to play in the basement, I would also have to close the door that led to the basement. Insanity.
Long-Sigh. I am thrilled to get that off my chest.
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