Now I've swung back down again, it's worse than it was before. If I hadn't seen such riches, I could live with being poor.
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4.6.07
I can't keep this up every day. Just so you know, I'm not the diary kind of person. I don't have deep and meaningful thoughts, unless I'm really bored. In fact, I'm only doing this because I want to write something, but I never quite know what. So here I am. Oh, and the quotes don't have anything to do with anything. It just happens to be what I can hear (either my music or my dad's) at the moment.
We're a musical family. Not properly, my dad has no idea about playing an instrument, and his idea of singing is loud. Not any tune, just loud. But we have a lot of music in our house. Usually more than one lot at once. You've always got someone's iPod or MP3 on, radio, and one of my guitars.
So anyway, we have lots of music. I end up listening to all sorts. And last time I got my guitar report, my teacher said I needed to listen to a wider variety of music. That really (and I do mean really) annoyed my mum. You see, in Year 4 (I know! How does she remember that long ago?) my teacher said the same thing, I should listen to a wider variety of music.
This is like a running joke now. We have lots of them, like the big light for the burglar. That probably meant nothing to you, but I'll come back to that. So, we're in the car up to the Lake District last week, and one of my dad's CDs is playing. I'm kind of half listening, but I keep picking what songs are off the intros. I've got about 6 in a row right, and I'm starting to freak my parents out. So, they kept trying to catch me out. I don't know how I was doing it, but I managed to guess Aztec Camera, Lindisfarne, Bob Dylan and Led Zeppelin, straight after each other. I don't even like the songs. So, do I need to listen to a wider variety of music?
Back to the big light. You know when you go out in the evening, and you leave a light on, in your main hall or something, so that you aren't groping around in the dark looking for the switch, and knocking everything over in the process? (If this has totally confused you, and your family don't do this, then never mind. Just assume we're a bit odd and move on. Speedily.) Well, one night, we're going out, and my mum suddenly says, "Who are we leaving the light on for?" So I say, "The burglar, obviously." So, that's the big light (because we have one of them weird lights that is three lights), and it's left on for the burglar.
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Drawn by the undertow, my life is out of control. I believe this wave will bear my weight, so let it flow.
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4.6.07
I can't keep this up every day. Just so you know, I'm not the diary kind of person. I don't have deep and meaningful thoughts, unless I'm really bored. In fact, I'm only doing this because I want to write something, but I never quite know what. So here I am. Oh, and the quotes don't have anything to do with anything. It just happens to be what I can hear (either my music or my dad's) at the moment.
We're a musical family. Not properly, my dad has no idea about playing an instrument, and his idea of singing is loud. Not any tune, just loud. But we have a lot of music in our house. Usually more than one lot at once. You've always got someone's iPod or MP3 on, radio, and one of my guitars.
So anyway, we have lots of music. I end up listening to all sorts. And last time I got my guitar report, my teacher said I needed to listen to a wider variety of music. That really (and I do mean really) annoyed my mum. You see, in Year 4 (I know! How does she remember that long ago?) my teacher said the same thing, I should listen to a wider variety of music.
This is like a running joke now. We have lots of them, like the big light for the burglar. That probably meant nothing to you, but I'll come back to that. So, we're in the car up to the Lake District last week, and one of my dad's CDs is playing. I'm kind of half listening, but I keep picking what songs are off the intros. I've got about 6 in a row right, and I'm starting to freak my parents out. So, they kept trying to catch me out. I don't know how I was doing it, but I managed to guess Aztec Camera, Lindisfarne, Bob Dylan and Led Zeppelin, straight after each other. I don't even like the songs. So, do I need to listen to a wider variety of music?
Back to the big light. You know when you go out in the evening, and you leave a light on, in your main hall or something, so that you aren't groping around in the dark looking for the switch, and knocking everything over in the process? (If this has totally confused you, and your family don't do this, then never mind. Just assume we're a bit odd and move on. Speedily.) Well, one night, we're going out, and my mum suddenly says, "Who are we leaving the light on for?" So I say, "The burglar, obviously." So, that's the big light (because we have one of them weird lights that is three lights), and it's left on for the burglar.
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Drawn by the undertow, my life is out of control. I believe this wave will bear my weight, so let it flow.
