Hmm. Not much exciting happening. Rolo puked on my floor, so it really smells bad. Yes, I know you're glad I told you. You're welcome.
Wrote a song last night. I felt like writing a song about a person, but I don't really want to write about a real person, y'know? So I looked around my room and saw this old book I used to love, about this girl called Violet Pickles. Except, I made my parents white out everywhere that said "Violet" and change it to my name. Heh heh. And she has these glasses exactly like mine. It's pretty freaky. So yeah, I wrote a song about her. But I didn't finish it. I never finish my songs.
I've written about 20 songs. None with music though. Or some, like my rock opera, with music but no lyrics. And none really completely finished, polished, y'know?