*brain about to explode from excessive literature analysis* dang (yes DANG is back ;) mental block and writer's block have both paid me a visit. and as far as my literature holiday assignment is concerned, they are still around, lounging in the faux-furs and sipping coffees. as a matter of fact, they are enjoying themselves, gambolling around laughing at my inability to write anything vaguely cohesive. =/

SUCCCCCKkkkkkyyyyyy.

i really wish to just kick them out of the door and plaster a huge 'NO ENTRY' sign out there so they can go out there and disturb someone else.. anyone. maybe that kid playing the scales rite now... he is in the perfect situation for mental and writer's block, cuz they wouldn't affect him just yet. You kno, i really hate the scales. ugh. just thinking about it gives me a headache. i wonder if he feels the same way too hmm.

where was i? ah yes. the 2 blocks are just like old, long-lost, distant relatives... who come and pay you a visit and stick around until they miss their flight to Zurich, Albuquerque, or whatever balmy place that is their next destination. Which, conveniently puts them in a situation whereby they can stay for another 5 weeks! yay. how perfectly Excccciiiiting!!!! *takes out party poppers*

ok i should go... guess what? i hereby declare that that kid (i'll name him Jimmy after a certain Bryson character... and pray that it isn't patented) loathes, abhors, detests scales as much as i do! why? because he just slammed his piano in frustration.. 5 times in 2 minutes.. and counting hehehe (for your information, he is doing appreggios rite now heheh oh dear.. good luck to him)

and i really hate scales. it should really take a long holiday to Milwaukee along with the blasted blocks.