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Mike Williams (snaredude) wrote,
@ 2003-10-22 22:59:00
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    Current mood: indescribable
    Current music:Chase - Open up Wide

    Oh yeah...
    I got my drumset back. I am in a state of bliss that cannot be described in words. Oh wait. I believe the word may be "sweet."

    That's right, its back, and I feel like a long lost brother has returned to me. I never realized the attraction I had for it until I lost it. Things are like that I guess. I set it up in the oddest way yet, but its also my favorite way yet. The toms are all offset to the left instead of being centered and I wedged in my ride and splash in the empty space in the middle. It flows better I think, but hell, if you're reading this you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. I don't even know if people read this at all.

    Today went well, but only in the sense that nothing bad has happened. I think my father has picked up that I don't want to be a doctor, lawyer, scientist or any other mass-money-making profession. He acts suspicious. I wonder what he'll say when I tell him that I want music education. I can see it now...

    "Dad, I want to skip out on that whole MIT, Harvard, Yale or Duke thing"

    "So you want to go to Princeton?"

    "Not exactly... more like maybe... Wright State... or Ball State... or something"

    (Dad commits suicide by shoving a live cat in his throat.)

    But oh well. Children are not meant to live the lives their parents always wanted to live. Its my decision, if he thinks I'm making a mistake... well then I'll find that out by myself. So what if he may decide not to let me have that wonderfully huge college fund he has. Who needs over $10,000 anyways. Maybe he'll let you have it. Good luck getting into MIT though.

    So, if you're not absolutely convinced that I'm insane yet... then you can wait until I'm in a more slap-happy mood. I'm told I can write some pretty hilarious stuff when I'm slap-happy. I don't write the paper's humor column for nothing. Or perhaps I do. Whatever.

    If you're bored, this is now one of my favorite websites: Something Awful
    Good clean humor. By which I mean really, really dirty humor (sometimes)

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