had keyboard lessons when I was very young but it seems that in those years did not interest me as much as now. Is not it a bit illogical? Start playing violin and suddenly I return to my little born Ludwig, who has finally been installed correctly in my room. I have been playing like almost three hours, with those of last night maybe something else. I have not gone to refine these Christian songs that the school gives and altering them to my liking, and there I found my score of "Yesterday" by the Beatles and was very relaxing. I could spend Sunday listening to and recalling Tiersen unnecessary things, I told you that Sundays are usually days boring, boring, horrible, ugly, monstrous as the math tests.
But anyway. I forget that today is Sunday, I will continue with my scores, see TV detective series to look for those that like both me and see what else I can do.
But beware, I clarify that I do not plan to be sad today. Yesterday was just a night of crisis, everything is a long process, I miss my Connie and rehabilitation sessions.
I have a poem about the word that I have to do tomorrow, I am happy to return to school.
think things, I think I'm holding a grudge on my vacation.
least a large part of them.
Hugs Bohemian
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PS When thinking of giving up, picture me with a chainsaw in their rooms at midnight. Conclusion: Never give up what they love, only the dead leave their loved ones without remorse or reason. Peace! :]
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