Prelude du Fornication

For those who read musics notes... (click on for bigger image / there are repeated on 3rd and 4th line but the fifth one... what's a Db key?)

Do you picture them differently now? Notice the last part...that's me when I saw it: o__O Seriously!!! Is it bad to post this on Easters days? *giggle* I wonder how it sounds when played, hee. Then, I showed this to a friend as I asked her to play this on violin one day. She replied with pride, "Un jour je jouerai tout ça!" So I asked her is she meant using the violin or... By 2009, Yen officially has a corrupted mind. *nods*

Hopefully, God will forgive me. I've secluded myself for the past 2 1/2 days going maybe 3 1/2 days for finals. It depends on if I decide to head off to a coffeeshop tomorrow instead of reading books at home...and I'm pretty sure to lose on travel time along with that...and time finding foods...and and...but I lose time with movies at home anyways, right? Meeeeuhhh.... Going back into my old entries, it seems that 2 1/2 days home is my limit before I go berserk.

Mom literally forgot to leave leftovers for me and I was too glued to my biochemistry thing that I only went to look for food by 21h00. Hence, I made Kraft Dinner alfredo pasta, but while waiting for pasta to boil, I cook proteins (1 egg) and ate it with 1 slice of bread and 1 slice of salami. School has too much content for my bird brain (means lil brain). My only pleasure was to draw and color kidneys. Mind you, not kidneys-beans-like...no-no... the microscopic form of kidneys!!! *sobs* Oh Oh...and putting colors on my already printed-out slides. I can't be writing notes over again knowing perfectly I lack the extra time, right? That won't make a very smarty bird.

All right, as I hit the send button of this entry, I think I need to breathe air that's not home, for I went into a argument with mom. She's unhappy that I made food so late and that I didn't put the leftovers to cool down nor did I do the dishes. The girl went to eat her instant food in front of her biochem notes, is that a crime? And you know what? It's not even 22h that my eyes are already burning but I'm not heading to bed yet 'cuz I really want to finish this part...still went up to do what she asked. And why is she unhappy that I made food for the brother (yes, 'cuz there's at least 3/4 of my leftover kraft dinner for him)....because Dad sleeps before 21h00, because brother and she sleeps before 23h00. God knows how I'd like to be on my own by now--not.

I can't help it that I eat four times per day: breakfast (1h post-wake-up, lunch: after 12h00, afternoon (16hish), how do you want me to be hungry for dinner by 19h00. Fine, she wants to do the dishes by 20h00 so she can go watch her series. Then just freaking do it! And I'll eat when I want to (20hish). Everytime Dad passes by the sink and see few dishes inside, he would wash them. What's that OCD thing about having NO dish in the sink? They're not even pilling up.

Guess what? I actually feel sorry for getting mad 'cuz I actually should be doing chores. Still, people better not looks out for me tomorrow or I'll bite.