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.