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I was going through my songs I have on my computer. I noticed a lot of them were called "The Day That I Die" or "Anthem of Our Dying Day" or something along those lines. I was severely creeped out for one, but then I decided I'd write something along those lines. It's called "Singing at My Grave." It's about, well, I died. Then, somehow, I was at my own funeral. My ghost started to say, "Don't cry for me/ I'm just a long gone strife/ There's much more you can do/ You can't save an expired life." It's pretty sad stuff. The tempo and key changes a lot because I a- suffer from depression and b- couldn't decide. I played several scales on the piano, and I like where it's headed. It's pretty sad though. Oh, and Steph? You and Jaimie become enemies. You're sad because I'm dead, and Jaimie is isolated. You get in a fight after the funeral. She is drunk [alcohol kills pain, after all] and you are trying to keep her from killing herself. She accidentally kills you.
I timed what I have so far. It's a 4 minute 36 second song and I'm not done. I had to figure out how to change the keys, so it had quite a bit of piano in it. It took me an hour to get the right sound. Even now, I'm synchronizing it a bit. The guitar was hard to figure out, seeing as I can't play. I changed the mode on the keyboard to get it right. It's taking me a while. I'm gonna see if I can have Jaimie over to help. She's a freaking musical prodigy, I swear. She can play the guitar pretty decently, and her piano skills are better than mine sevenfold.
So, yeah. That's a lot on one song. Maybe I should talk about something else. Maybe. I really dunno what else I care about enough to type it.
Oh, I know! I'm getting a black CRAZR soon. I can't wait! My dad ordered it tonight. It'll be here in the next few days.
Oh, and I've decided to restart drawing random avatars. If I like your avatar, I'll draw it and send it to you. DO NOT ASK ME TO DRAW YOU. It will get you on the "Do not draw" list forever. And it is a random act. I will not change it. If you do not like it, too bad. It's free.
That's it, I'm pretty sure. Oh, and my SAT score is 1440. Keep in mind that I'm 13. No comments like, "Lois, you're stupid." They also get you added to my "I hate you" list. And ask Steph. You do NOT want to be on my "I hate you" list.
I've been having strange dreams lately. Like, last night, I had a dream where I went to school. Everything was normal, but Jaimie and Laura were absent. I went through my normal day until lunch. Vice Principal Lady [who actually knows her name?] asked Tyson to cover up the girl in the cover. I looked over at her. Or, rather, IT. It was Jaimie's body! One hand in waving position. She was ******** SMILING. She was half laying down on the table, waving, smiling. It was sickening. Her eyes were wide open. Her smile was huge. Her hair was swaying, like there was wind around her, but no where else. I was so freaked out. I ran out of the cafeteria in tears. The Choir room seemed like the only place to go. I sprinted inside. I saw Laura sitting on one of the chairs. Her head was tilted right, and she too was waving. Her smile was lopsided and un-toothy. There was a trickle of blood running down her chin.
Again, I ran for it. I leaped down to the weight room. I hid under one of the weight holders. Cue Stephanie. She walks in to ask me what's wrong. I say, "They're all dead...." and rant for a while. Stephanie says, "I'm sorry you feel that way." I go insane. Furiously, I start to cuss her out. As I'm turning away, she says, "I'm sorry you feel that way." I turn around to see a rusty metal pipe swinging violently towards my head, blood trickling down-
Then, thank God, I woke up. I'm scared. I haven't had a dead dream in 3 months. Now I have to go to school.
Your Lord and Master,
Lois
 LongWayHome · Thu Mar 01, 2007 @ 03:10am · 2 Comments |
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