All of my friends are out, having fun, and I'm stuck here at home, with nowhere to go, and nothing to do.
Yuck. If anyone feels like coming to my house and swooping me up and taking me out to dinner or something, that'd be cool, you know.
Dude 1: Ohai there derpface...
Me: Who are youuu ?
Dude 1: Just Dude 1..I'm often mentioned in your blogs..I follow you...Not like a stalker or anything...Pssssh.
-winks-
Me: Oh..hey. Why are you here???
Dude 1: You sounded desperate, so I came to help.. Wanna go out to a movie?
Me: c: Oh hellz yeah. Even though you're a creep...
-awkward turtle-
Bleh. I can't even type awesomely anymore..
Anywho, I wrote some sheet music to this song, Dance With My Father, (which is really close to my heart and makes me cry everytime I hear it,) about 5 months ago, and have been playing it the past month, but I only realized today that it's my copy, (I have two copies. One, I found on the Internet, the other, I wrote myself. But I thought it was the first one. Comprendo?)
And I was playing it a few minutes ago, and realized that there's one measure which has a whole note for treble clef, that's notes are 15 keys apart from each other. Then, of course, I go on Facebook and make a status about how whoever wrote it did a lousy job...
It's not hilarious.
-Zoe
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