What Do I Do with my Life?

No, really. What will I do?
Now that my after school program is over with, one that I have participated in for five years and took up 98 percent of my life, all I can do is sit outside the band room door and sob quietly as I wait fruitlessly for practice to begin.
I am lost and alone. I need a buddy. I need a room full of drums, going progressively deaf, with the occasional comment that goes something along the lines of, "so I went to this crazy dubstep concert and there was a wall of death..."
I am sad. Very, very sad.

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

Okay, so I have a mouth. But considering its a Day Of Silence here in support of the LGBT community, (though it is my day of silence, too, in honor of the victims of the Boston bombing. May the benevolent spirits be with them) I have not spoken today except for when I absolutely must; here's my little list of frustrations with being quiet (and it's only halfway over!):

Attempting to have Extended Conversations
And then you get angry when I can't respond! Seriously?! I showed you my pre-written paper explaining the situation!

Trying to Play a Game of Charades
I suck at Charades. Like, it's ridiculous, the level of suck I possess. And I try to communicate that way anyhow. I've already given several people the finger today out of frustration as I desperately try to tell them something only to have them laugh as I frantically wave my arms like a Wacky Waving Inflatable Floaty Arm Guy. Those guys are scary.

 

"WooooOOOOOoooOOO! DooOONN'TT COOMMMEEE HEEEERREEE!"

Taking my Silence as Consent to Bug the Shit out of Me

I'm not talking, and working on a very important assignment! Please! By all means! Get in my face and discuss to me in depth how important it is that you see a doctor about your strange belly button blisters or what not! ...okay, that didn't actually happen. But I digress.

 

No Words?! BLASPHEMY!

Why do you try so hard to make me talk? Really? Really? This isn't a game! This is a matter of silence out of respect! Though I am currently yelling digitally. Over a blog. 

As I will continue to do so as long as I am writing here.

Anyone Out There?

I continue to post here as a budding new blogger, yet the feed that comes back is as static and shallow as the signals of newborn stars. Or the barks of basenjis, of which they have none. No barking for them.
Is anyone out there, even?
Am I alone in this cold, cruel world of blogs?
Hello?

My April Fool's Day Plans!

Hehehehe. I'm just kidding. I ain't telling you my plans.

Here's a picture of Julie Andrews instead.

April Fools.

Questions- They Kill Me

As I trudge my way into Monday, many questions are running through my head.
Why didn't I have one more muffin for breakfast today?
Where the hell did I put my other car key?
When should I clean my car since I've been to lazy to do it before? (Eh, I can do it later)
Why did I try eating that Thai curry at lunch today, upsetting my stomach and giving me some awful oriental spice burps?
What should I do this afternoon, sit in a tree or go dunk my feet in a river?
Should I invest in reading The Pillars of Creation or a collection of the best of H.P Lovecraft?
What employees should I harass at the town's bakeries? Should I tell those employees I'm on a mission from God, at an attempt at free apple-cinnamon pies?
Should I sleep on the couch tonight?
Where did that dead bird that was outside our fence yesterday go, because it was gone this morning?
Questions like these are the bane of my Monday existence. It makes my life progressively more difficult to plan, enjoy and just generally pay attention to.
I hate Mondays.