I'm Back, Sorry for the Delays

Hello, dear readers. I know. I'm sorry. I have no good excuse for being gone for so long. Apologies all around.

Soooooorrrrryyyyyy

Moving on from my delinquency, we have a problem. A very big problem. A problem that looms over us all. It has a little something to do with the fact that the company that makes my phone also makes solar panels and printers. I am going to show you two images. I wish for you to honestly think about what the two have in common.

A phone.

A very high-tech looking printer. I wonder what the drawers are for.

This is explains so much to me. Can I just complain to you about how much my phone sucks? I know, I know, first world problems and everything, but when I stub my toe it still hurts and my phone still sucks.

Ouch.

It's slow. If I update an app, I literally can't get on anything else. The internet connectivity sucks, and I know so because my brother's tablet in the exact spot at the exact time is two times faster. The only problem with that is because I don't always have time to write from a computer, and I thought the blogger app would help with that, but no. It did not. It was awful. So in the future, just know I tried. I really did.

More Stuff, Specifically Music

Hello again, dear readers. Did you know my birthday has already happened? I'm 14!

It would've helped if you told us

Regardless of that small prelude, I really want to dig into today's subject: music. Just so you know, as a teenager, my music tastes may be very different (i.e. awful/hipstery) from your tastes. 

I actually wear beanies. In public.

I am not the biggest fan of pop music. I was for the longest time, the I had a super goth phase in 6th grade (I sucked at being goth, just so you know) and it was like a switch had been flipped: I could not stand pop music, and I still can't to this day. Being as hipstery as I am, I figured it was because I started finding more meaning in the lyrics of a song, and had less appreciation for the very repetitive drone of pop drivel. Anyway, I wanted to compose a list of music that I enjoy. Because why not.
(Warning-ponies ahead)


Anthropology-Lyra's Song

Danger - 22h39-1

Ghosts N Stuff (Radio Edit)

Game Launch Rock

Uprising

Moonlight Sonata

Regardless of what Mr. Grumpyface up there thinks, I hope you have a nice day. Bye!

Spring Is What

Hello, dear readers! Not much has happened since we last talked, as you can probably extrapolate on your own

Wait, I can actually use my brain?!

I like varying the text sizes. It intrigues me. Back to whatever we were talking about before.

Mia is having a mid-life crisis

I guess I should be serious. This level of cat photos is reserved for very serious occasions, to lighten the tone.

WHHHAAATTTT ISSS LIIIFFFFEEE

My parents and little brother are out on a walk and I get the computer all to myself.

Yay cat gifs. This must be really bad for all this cute-priming.

I kinda wanna do a big photo post in a couple of days, a slice-of-life type thing maybe. While I take visually pleasing photographs, you look at some cats.

I Made A Schedule And Immediately Disobeyed It

Hello dear readers. It is Lauren again, back from the dead! My birthday was kind of a busy time, and I apologize for not getting back to you sooner.

That's just.... 

Anyway, I write to you with a (possibly) life changing event! Okay, so I'm in band class, and we're playing this real jazzy tune-

-and class is boring like usual. I don't want to get scolded for reading this surprisingly good sci-fi book I'm into-

We'll get into that later

- and so I'm stuck sitting there, kind of dismissively staring at random spots in the band room.

Our band room has tiers, of sorts. It's like the room has a semi-circle ground area (on level with the rest of the building), and then a two-inch-ish raised step radiating out from that semi-circle, and all around there are like 5 of these "steps".

I'm trying my best, everybody. #haters. Psh.

So the highest level is instrument lockers and percussion instruments. I'm looking at them when a new instrument catches my eye:

Hey, I play those!
*ba dum tss*

The caption pretty accurately conveys my surprise, and my delight. I am, after all, a know-it-all, and as a know-it-all, I express this by showing off. The class is "dismissed" a little early, our band teacher needs to talk with some kids. We wait around in the band room for the bell to ring. I, of course, make a bee-line for that drum set with a friend of mine because I'd have probably peed myself otherwise.

"Can we get ice cream afterward?"
"If you behave....."

I get up there and borrow some sticks from the boyfriend of an art friend of mine.

I have connections.

I can hear the air escaping from my lungs. The friendly chatter seems so cacophonous, like a bass drum being thrown down the stairs. My heart beats like the hooves of a horse, as melodic as the drum fills running through my brain. I'm nervous, so I remember all of 3 fills. I bet it felt a lot longer than it actually was, because it felt like I sat on that stupid seat, coating this random dude's sticks in my sweat, almost but not quite hiding, crying, or dying for hours. 

Selfie!

Yeah, so I guess I played alright. Once that first stick struck the cymbal and the waves of sweet noise cascade in grand swells over me and I feel so small yet so big, so inspired, so influential that I could bend this background object into a beauty of cacophony, it was all kind of an adrenaline rush after that.

Get it? Rush? It's based on a song by Rush?
... this book is actually good you know...