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YO, PIRATE.
My blog, like yours, is on the INTERNET, which is free for all. I can't control your actions, but it'll be on your conscience, if you do stupid stuff.
Friday, January 18, 2008
/9:18 PMHello world!
Long day, today was. School was till 12.30. My head was s***ting, f***ing, urgh, basically, my head was very heavy throughout all lessons today. Then, like magic, the weight disappeared when the dismissal bell rang. Got to the band table, ate lunch. Talked, talked, and talked some more... And all the while, I was waiting for Estee to pass me an excuse sheet, but the assistant band major didn't turn up. So poor me had to climb up 3 floors to the band room to tell Mr Poh I had to go for chinese B. He nodded his head. Oh, CLB isn't as bad as I had initially thought.
I was dismissed from CLB at 3, so I took a stroll to the band room. 3 floors up, again. Put my bag in the cupboard, and walked to the usual trombone sectional music area(I've gotta find a shorter, easier name for that), and found that my trombone wasn't there. So it was another 1 minute walk back to the band room. Got there, assembled the trombone and SHIT! My mouth piece was missing! Immediately suspected 1 and only 1 person, Malik. Only that thick-skinned, bucked teeth, mutherfcuking son of a ball would have done it.(I do mean what I say in that description) When I got back to the music area, true enough, he took it. Who the hell does he think he is?! That mouthpiece belonged to that particular trombone, with serial number 903347, with was assigned to me. I'm already very pissed with you living on this planet call Earth. You waste oxygen and every other precious resource here, and what's that? You wanna take my MOUTHPIECE without my permission? You've surpassed the limit you ass! It is depriving me of the change to learn to play some music. Do me, yourself, and every other person on this planet who is better than you(which happens to be EVERYONE!) a favour. GET LOST! The world would be a far more complete place without you!
Anyways, after sectional music, we did formations:) There was a new work song gimmick and fight club(?). At the end of band, almost everyone had a bruised knee. Really lives up to the pain is temporary, glory is forever motto.
Well, got home at 10 minutes to 8. Sat on the sofa and stonned. Got up, ate dinner while using the comp.
Till here:)
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