I'm so stupid! I coudn't even find out how to do a new weblog entry! Like I said before, the world has gone INSANE! HAVE YOU HEARD ME, INSANE!

I hope you did hear me, my recital seems like it happened years ago! And i'm not sure if i enjoyed it to much. I mean, what's the use of getting scared if you're going in a contest that you have to play 10 pieces! And if you're going to go in a recital in March.

I have a few questions, Why am i writing this? why am i not doing something else, why is the world round instead of flat? what am i? why am i not wearing any socks when it's freezing cold? why don't i just read a book? why am i on the internet? why am i writing stupid questions? why did i join xanga? why am i staring at a smily face? why am i not scratching an itch? why am i thinking of what question to type? why is my sister annoying me? why am i writing stupid questions? what is the point of writing question with a bell wringing in my ears? why am i writing questions?

enough questions. Now let's get down to the point. But what is the point? i don't know.........................

AHHHHHHH! I'm going to totally mess up in my recital! Aren't you ever scared during the recital, I am. And if your not you must totally like to be on the stage, or your so scared that you go totally blank and the next thing you know,Poof! your done and your about to sit down, or your love the feeling of being watched by a bunch of people. But my explanation is I'm scared, nervous, and know I'm going to be humiliated.

anyways back to the point, but what is the point? I don't know, do you know? nobody knows because I haven't even started. The point is not about my recital but about.......Hmmm.... I don't know. I'm starting this conversation all over again. I'm bored. Anyone want to play Monopoly. Money! all mine. Did you know that once my brother had all the five hundreds, I gave up. I mean who wants to know about some filthy rich guy when your poor and doesn't have any money. Yep, that's me all right, the vending machine that doesn't having anything inside it.

I'm not making any sense am I, Oh Well!, who cares, me! I'm going crazy, out of my mind. I'm still not making any sense, who cares about my grammer and spelling, itwerjawel;jr is aeijjbperooweaj fadjfkadfjjkjnermofaldithwpflodjgfljspgtoengswmepg. See, I'm going crazy, this planet is full of crazy people that are screaming like a chicken! BAWK! BAWK!

I'm still not making any sense,AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Currently Reading Outcast of Redwall (Redwall, Book 8) By Brian Jacques see related

 Oh my Gosh, can't believe it was that long, well who cares! I'm here now ! My sister just came home( she's the one in college, in case my brother is reading this and can't even get it through his mind.) 

Guess what! My brother is selling cards for a dollar each, isn't that exciting!(Sarcasticly)

Well it is exciting if your a person that loves to build houses out of cards, even if I did want to build one, I wouldn't be able to.

My sister Kristy, plays the piano so loud that you have to yell to be heard, I'm not sure if that is a good thing, but it's up to you to decide if you want to.

I'm going to check my brothers xanga to see if he pasted my stories on his whatever! If he did I'm going to try to pumble him, even thou he's ten times BIGGER then me. When I try to pumble him, guess what? he pumbles me instead, though he's not aloud to beat anyone up he still hurts me.

I have a recital in two weeks and I am so scared, last time I messed up about 4 or 5 times, it was humiliating, and I played it too fast and had to start a measure again because of one messup! Sheesh!

Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I've been kinda busy. Happy labour day every one! What is labour day for anyway? What does labour even mean? Oh well, Haven't got that much time to update and don't complain about my grammer please.