School's out (again) for summer.

Yup. It's about time.

After going to countless graduation parties, I've realized something important: THEY'RE COMPLETELY USELESS.

In fact, the point of them is confined to family matters and some form of sentimental reason. There's nothing that is in particular interest for me. With that, I'll mindlessly go to the rest of them planned for this year. After that, consider me a hermit.

Today's went pretty well, however. Unfortunately, nothing I planned came out of it. I didn't spend most of the evening enjoying the crisp sunset from across the lake with my dream girl. I didn't jump into the lake to cool off. Instead, I sat there - dead across the fireplace watching the few stars come out, hearing about druglords and dubstep.

Five minutes after and I was already half way home.

For those of you who've been following me for a while, yes, theoretically I DO have a girlfriend. Does she talk to me on a weekly basis or even bother to see me once a month? NO. Can she go out of her way to hang out with me regardless of what her dad (who won't even let her off the premises of her own house without 5 people of her same sex following her) says? NO. I'd say it's a break, but I put it better as a doomed relationship. I'd say something, but she's too busy with her "life".

My stupid, sappy, doomed 17 year-old self has finally gained a head-start.

Here's to a summer full of positive development, stressless endeavors and hopefully, a distribution contract deal for my music. Something has to take off if it's THAT good..

Suburbanization (In Amaj7)

New song/symphony I'm writing.

Here's the lyrical draft:

Let the lights fall from the sky to where I came from
Lightyears from civilization walking by giants through their bloodlines
...fuu. That's all I got

I'll add onto it as time progresses.

Suburbanization!!!

RING RING RING RING RING RING RING

I don't complain too much. At least, I try no to. However, when it's such a minuscule thing such as ringing ears for almost a day straight, it starts to worry me.

Yes, the concert last night was perhaps the best I've ever went to. I most definitely should have worn the ear plugs I brought for both no ringing ears after and better sound quality (because as an audiophile, loud, distorted noise comes straight from amplitude, but with noise reduction, the sound's better and the bass is the same.)

I'm sorry I'm concerned about my physical tool for the future of my career (Audio Engineering). I'm not sorry I sound like some wimpy, pathetic loser carefully examining his problems in real-time.

But hey, at least I didn't knock up a chick (from what I know) or lose an arm. That's what counts. I'd be working on music too, if it weren't for this godawful ringing.

P.S. Relationship problems don't seem to be worth my effort, anymore. Stupid 17 year old me...

inb4 white kid blogging about his problems

It seems to be the small things

It's been a month. Time to plug my brain into the internet:

So the election results are back. Yes, I did run for student council president.

I won. I got twice the amount of votes the opponent did.

I hate to boast - I really do. I promise...

Interesting trivia, too:

- I didn't promote myself as much as my opponent

- My posters were 1/5th the size of my opponent

- I didn't vote for anyone

- I was a rather unattractive candidate (she's an 8-9).

- It was borderline gag-campaign.

...again, not boasting. I swear.

...and I still won? GO AMERICA!

Four more pages on my 20 page essay and I'm done! All will be fantastic tomorrow after it's finished.

So my girlfriend's starting to feel more separate than ever before. It's way beyond my comfort level, and now I feel like I'm living a lie.

(Wow, is that 17 year old Mac talking?)

Anyways, as she drifts outwards, my brain starts compensating with sudo-subconscious flirting. I must say, however, that I cannot flirt normally (at all). Instead, I have meaningful conversations. I usually play the "introspective" card, too.

Just saying...capitalizing my name, understanding and expanding on my ideas from your viewpoint, and actually starting conversations with me - those are the small things that make my whole week.

T.T I feel like a complicated man, and nobody understands me but my mother.

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WAAAAIT.