Well my parents have bugged me enough to the point that I think I'll just up and throw it in front of a semi.
I won't miss it much, and I'll actually be able to do stuff.
DIE, TROMBONE domokun
You know, it's amazing how much being forced to do something can change the way you feel about it. I loved the trombone, my parents forced me into it and took away a lot of my social time to make me practice, so now I hate the trombone. I think, though, that it's not just the fact that I hardly ever get to leave the house. It's also because, well, it's not MY choice, it's THEIRS, when it used to be mine, and that's what made it special. Now my stubborn human instincts are determined to make me to dig my heels in and throw the trombone out the window.
WOOOOOOOO, LOOKIT IT GOOOOOOOOO!
And, of course, I'm just pissed off right now, I'll make a worthy, non-emotional journal entry later.
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Also, Mom's computer. HONESTLY, WOMAN! It's not that difficult!