The Lovesong Writer

That bloody *****! GOD. She hid my calculator then denied it. And my parents obviously believed her. And I got a big scolding from my Dad. He seems to think that I don't have a mind of my own to do my own calculations. He acts as if I'm going to fail just because I didn't use a calculator. That ass.

On to more serious matters anyway. She thinks that I don't know, that I'm naive and dumb. But she doesn't get it. She's the one who's naive, she's the one who's dumb enough to bring HER in. So she wanted to start a *****fiest? I'll ***** with her all I want. It's just dumb and childish.

So, we had the black box rehearsal yesterday. And we learnt this really nice song. It's called 'We Can Build A Bridge (Of Peace And Harmony)'. A really nice four-part song. And what made it nicer was that we sang it in a small group; not the whole messy choir mess(: I find those settings more intimate and special. It gives a cozy sense of accomplishment when you finish such a beautiful song like that. It gave me the buzz for the rest of the night to get through the naggings. Wouldn't it be so nice if we had more of these type of song?

Beautiful melodies.

6:26 pm;
Still waiting for you-