November 2

Music Midterm was a 'wha the heckie?' Dude, you can't ask us questions about topics that YOU HAVE NEVER DISCUSSED BEFORE! Goodness, piano sonatas aren't even in the book. Maybe somewhere, but not in the chapters that you assigned us to read. You're funny, Mr. Dee. REAL FUNNY. I hope you walk into a the big, blue, press-the-button-for-police-help pole. Just kidding, sigh, God loves you.

A prize. Who's the prize? What is the prize? What is YOUR prize? What do you do when you get your prize? Do you have the potentials to get your prize? What if it goes to the wrong person? Will you have the ability to fight for the prize to return to your beloved hands?

Charge, win, then what's next? What happens after? Does it get sealed with a kiss? Then sent to Seattle?

Sigh. Jibberish makes my days go round. Smucker up. It's a somewhat bittersweet day.