The Way it Is

Singing Alone

I just finished an hour and a half of guitar playing. My fingers are calloused white and my thumb is black. I’m really improving, I can tell. I got bored over playing the same old couple of songs and no one was home so I picked up my dumpster-guitar and started playing freely. I ended up writing my own song. I should have been studying, but instead I was writing a song. The song is incredibly stupid but it made me feel so great. I love the guitar. It is a thousand times better than the piano. I think I’m going to spend the rest of my life playing the guitar and writing songs. Oh, and don’t worry, you’ll never get to hear any of my songs, that would just be a disaster!

This weekend has been fairly unproductive. I got a best time in nearly all my events at the past two swim meets, which is promising for districts. But other than that, I have done much in the way of school. I don’t even care anymore, although I know this attitude will change tomorrow. Studying is pointless and boring. However, there’s no better time to do it than when it’s raining.