How The Idea Came

 I really need to stop avoiding looking at my books over the weekend. I also should open my clarinet case and at least clean it. I’ve been playing for four years, this is my fifth. Oh, that reminds me. I play a Cecilio wooden b-flat clarinet, which is a pretty low brand. I played it my first, third and fourth year. For my second year I played a Yamaha. Well anyway, it’s starting to malfunction. Which isn’t surprising, since it’s a Cecilio. Yesterday, I found a Selmer Intermediate Signet 100 on eBay. Beautiful clarinet. Granadilla wood, colour black, buffed keys, new pads, refurbished. It’s like, I was in clarinet heaven. Price? 265 dollars. Now I know this may seem like a lot to pay for a clarinet, but that’s if you don’t know how much a good new clarinet is. A new Selmer CL211, which is a beginner clarinet, is about a thousand dollars. A Buffet B12 beginner clarinet is around 500-600 dollars. Intermediate clarinets from Buffet and Yamaha can vary from 1,000 to 1,500 dollars. And professional clarinets can go up to 6 thousand something. Any good clarinetist will tell you that the brands you wanna buy are Buffet, Yamaha, Leblanc and Selmer.  So, in logic, a Selmer intermediate clarinet that has been refurbished and is selling for $265 is one hell of a deal. But my parents think it’s too much. KDFSLJALDKSJ SEE WHERE MY FRUSTRATION COMES FROM? Yeah, me too. Here’s another thing that just happened that really upset me. Dad works like hell’s gonna freeze over tomorrow. He’s a project manager, and also likes to come up with ideas for online jobs. So he’s been frustrated lately ‘cause he hasn’t had any new ideas in a few days. So he starts hammering at Mom and me to come up with ideas. And naturally, when someone pressures me to do something, I freak. I mean come on, ideas on WHAT? I’m a teenager! My biggest idea at the moment is inviting a guy I like to go skiing with my friends and I this winter. Jeesh, I’m not some mastermind. Although I probably could come up with ideas if I thought some…like, everybody likes to be heard, right? So why not make a website where people can come and type down what they hate about their parents, (which I would visit quite often, as you can see) or their bosses, or their houses, or their friends? I think that’d be a pretty nifty thing to make. I told Dad, but he didn’t seem to care much for it. That’s another thing. Every time I mention to him one of my ideas, he doesn’t even really seem to consider it. It’s more like he thinks about what’s wrong with it and then tosses it off. Okay. I think I’ve vented enough for the day. I mean, I’m just saying, don’t freak out on me for not having ideas, and then when I give you one just ignore it. If that’s the game you’re gonna play, then I’m alright with just saying ‘fuck it’ and ignoring YOU.

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Hey! My name is *...      ....* Actually, Dad said I couldn’t tell you my name. And I’m super paranoid, so I won’t. But I WILL tell you that when Dad told me about how I should blog, I really didn’t wanna. I’m sixteen, and a procrastinator. I have a life for half of the time, and the other half of the time I spend wasting online. So in the end I caved and decided to post a diary online. I’ve tried keeping diaries before, but I tend to get bored easily and give up after like, two entries. But this time, my diary is focused on the stuff I dislike and all the drama that I witness or take part on. And so far, it’s actually pretty fun. Soo, I hope you have fun reading what I write, and believe it or not (If you’re a teenager, or have ever been one, you probably will believe it) all that I write isn’t lies. HA, as if I’m creative enough to come up with lies this intense anyway. Also, tell me what you think. Write me back, tell me what you hate, why, and how you put up with it. (Or how you plot and then make sure no one ever sees “it” again.) Just kidding J I don’t endorse violence any more than I endorse going to the dentist. Which I really don’t endorse. So don’t you ninnies go around saying some chick on the internet told you to murder that blonde whore that stole your last boyfriend. Write me back, and happy hatin’!

--Some Chick Online

Today

Okay, so my parents, they’re pretty nice. Most of the time. But sometimes, I just want to scream at them and run away. You know the feeling. The feeling that you’re misunderstood, blah blah blah. So what, I’m sixteen. That doesn’t mean that I’m a drama queen. Although I do enjoy listening to drama….but no, I’m not always so shallow. I’m a sophomore, clarinetist, and my favourite sport is skiing. Most of the time I’m happy. But Mom and Dad? Yeah, we fight every now and then. Like last night. Okay, so Mom and I were talking about hairstyles for Homecoming, which is next weekend. We narrowed it down to two choices. So I walked up to dad, who was sitting at his computer, working, and asked him which one he liked best. Now, don’t misunderstand me. I already knew the style I was going to pick. I was just checking to see if Dad was on the same page as me. But he went ahead and picked the ugly hairstyle. I mean, seriously. I should have known he was gonna pick the shitty hairstyle that made me look like a retard. I mean come on Dad, I don’t even have bangs. And you know I hate putting my hair up. Okay, here’s another example of stupid things my parents do. I was upstairs this morning, doing laundry, when I realized I needed to pee. There are three bathrooms in our house. The downstairs bathroom, my parents’, and the big bathroom upstairs. Naturally, I like the big bathroom upstairs best. Also, it’s next to the laundry room, so I went and used it. Then I came out, to a very upset Mom. She started going on about how I should always use the downstairs bathroom, and how now she has to clean the one I just used. Okay, Mom. Wow. IT’S A BATHROOM. What else would it be used for?? No one’s eating off the toilet seat, although damn, I bet you could. Okay, can you see the pressure I live with?? It’s crazy, and a wonder I’m still sane. Today’s a Sunday. Which means its laundry day, and the day I avoid homework and everything. Oh…which reminds me, I have homework.