The All-Encompassing and Uber-Enlightening Truth About Nothing 2002-09-09 - 1:36 p.m.
Internet (screaming, like Luke Skywalker when Darth Vader tells him he's his father): Noooooooooooooo!!! Nooooooo!!!
Al Gore: Would someone please tell that girl to shut up? My poor, beautiful internet! My wonderful invention! Cluttered with nonsense!
Computer chair: *creeeeeak!!!* Please, please, there are so many other chairs around here. Go sit in them for once. *creeeeeeakkk*!!!
Oh well, what can you do? Here I am again. I am summoning the power of self-motivation right now..... ommmmmm ommmmmmmm. Why is it that when I'm trying to motivate myself to go look for a job I just get thirsty? Mmmm vanilla Coke.
Argh. Time to be useful now. Blah. I really need to find a way to be paid for sitting on my ass for four months that will also cause me to get some kind of major graduate assistantship in January.
I should write a music history textbook! But I will write the truth. The definitive story of why every piece I write (I took a semester of composition lessons) is about mangoes and the definitive story of why I hate basketball. Not that that has anything to do with music, but it is a good story.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure the Beatles visited Bach in a time machine and told him that they were bigger than he was and that made him really mad so he threw some bratwurst at them and wrote the Toccata and Fugue in d minor (what they play at the beginning of the original "Fantasia" movie) about the incident. They call that piece absolute music (music for music's sake- not about anything) but I don't agree. I'm also pretty sure that Madonna was a Beethoven groupie in a previous life.
Well, um, ok maybe I should go look for an actual job or another vanilla Coke or something now.