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Violin

i wish i knew how to p l a y the v i o l i n .

any i n s t r u m e n t really. but i really like the v i o l i n .

it is very e l e g a n t and p o w e r f u l.

a v i o l i n can be very i n t i m i d a t i n g.

i n t i m i d a t i n g with it’s p o w e r ; it’s r i ch and d i v e r s e music.

the v i o l i n cannot be thouroughly explored.

it can be p l a y e d by one of mediocre t a l e n t and musical i n t e l l i g e n c e ;

it can become a l i v e if a w a k e n e d by an e x p e r t hand.

the r e a l m of the s t r i n g s is a g a l a x y in itself.

one can n e v e r reach the other side ;

one can never co n q u e r all it’s s t a r s and p l a n e t s , nor travel all its m i l e s.

the expert hand r e v i v i n g this musical f o r c e is just as i n t i m i d a t i n g as the v i o l i n itself.

it is a m a s t e r who wakes the l i o n s and evokes unamountable p a s s i o n and e m o t i o n within the b e a s t s that minimal contact with the r o a r i n g creatures, their w r a t h s u r g e s out like an o m i n o u s l y erupting v o l c a n o .

i wished i p l a y e d the v i o l i n.

for i would be the m a s t e r.

i was so upset yesterday! i thought i raped the great trials fact and fiction quiz. i thouhgt i would at least get oh, a hundred. i got an 82! a flippin 82! what type of bull crap is that! i was so mad! And i have to write a 4-6 page paper for that class. i used to be able to do that, no problem. but then my A.P. U.S. History teacher drilled us into getting everything into ywp pages. maybe two and a half, but not much more. he taught us to get to the point;get our ideas out quick, but coherently. at first, it was hard, but now it comes naturally. now i have to go back to my old drawn out writig style. that will be a diffucult transaction. the topic isn’t even 4 pages worth. i could write a one page paper with that topic. oh well.i’ll live i guess.

my best friend, we’ll call her liz for safety’s sake, called me yesterday and was like ” i think i broke my arm.” so i went over and there’s a nice buldge in her arm where the bone’s about to come out. yeah, i think she broke it. so on the way to the hospital i asked her how she broke it. she was banging on a door for like fifteen minutes. she says that soeone was banging on her boyfriends door, supposedly the girl she thinks is trying to get with her man, and she decided to bang back. i almost hit her when she told me. i could have broken my arm a better way than that.

keep those pancakes flippin.