Ode to the World (And so on, And so forth)

Completely disregarding my previous entry (I'm done with that freaky stuff for now), I am now going to proclaim the greatness of our world.

Isn't it great? Come on, you know you just want to jump the next rooftop so you can scream from it. The question is, are you screaming with joy, or from utter, indescribable (if it was describable, then there wouldn't be any need for shouting) frustration?

Some days, I'm not so sure.

I'll tell you a story... a story about a lovely girl named Kacie Renn. (Not to toot my own horn or anything.... but, psh.)

Anyway, in this story you will be introduced to two new characters: a self-proclaimed skankbox by the secret alias of Horny Temple-er, and an annoying, but tolerable talker called She's-a Barking. Have fun:

Once upon a time, about two hours ago, there was a group of flute players working on a trio for the most annoying class of the day, and possibly the existence of time (or at least the bassoon). Now they, as had the whole band, had been working on this particular piece of music for the past week, and as was to be expected, were sick of it. In fact, they didn't really play at all that day because Taffy, their band director, was not present. Anyway, amidst all of the random piano playing (the practice rooms are equipt with them, as every self-respecting practice room should be) and chatter.

But soon, Horny Temple-er had wrangled all of those occupying that particular practice room in an uncomfortable conversation that all (except her) were reluctant to have. It was as follows:

H.T.: I'm such a ho. Do you think I'm a ho? Go ahead, tell me. I just want your opinion; I promise I won't get mad. Huckluckhuckluck! (that was her deranged laughter)

She's-a Barking: I personally don't know what you are, but I've heard some stuff, I guess. And my one friend, well, like, she was talking to me one day about you, but I don't really believe her, because one time she told me this one story about how she adopted this puppy from the pound and then when it wouldn't obey she kicked it a little, and then tried to return it to the pound, but they wouldn't take it because it was damaged, so she dropped it off and ran away and well...she's not really my friend I guess.

Kacie Renn: Um.......

H.T.: So guys, have you ever kissed a boy?

S.B.: I don't want to answer that question.

H.T.: Aaaawwwww! How cute! Huckluckhuckjuck!

(after many minutes of badgering, S.B. finally recounted a tail of a kiss. Blahbluhblah.)

You can guess where Horny Temple-er turned her questions to next.

And the only thing going through my mind is, Naw-uh. NO. Way. You do not need to know ANY of my personal life.

I remained silent, and turned my back to her to play the piano. Of course she harrassed me and asked me more personal questions, which I would rather not share, blahbluhblah. Go stuff yourself Horny Temple-er.

THE END

Sorry about that. I had to get it off my chest. She's just so annoying, and it's just toxic.

Anyway, I will have more opinions to share coming up shortly. Here is a sneak peak at the topics under discussion:

• Teenagers
• Exercise Bikes
• Corporate America
• Purple as a general color
• And much, much MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks for reading.... Sorry about the negative energy.