tigerpig

i brought a violin.

my parents had a huge fight about it. my dad said he would stop loving me if i got one. he said that there are 2 people in the world who can play the violin well and that the rest are hacks and that i will never be once of those two people.

i told him that i can been a secret violin admire for 24 years and i cant lie to myself anymore.

my mom then asked me about my guitar, which is stupid because i never had any guitar lessons (thanks mom).

so, with great zeal and passion i purchased my new violin, and named it Karamazov, to match my guitar and i now have the brothers karamazov to amuse me.

anyway, by the time i got home and fooled around with the thing, i was begining think that maybe i made a mistake. it was out of tune, and i dont know how to tune it, and i dont know how to hold it, or play it.

so i traded it with my uncle for some apple pie and ice cream.

he had it for a while and then traded it back for a cup or tea.

which makes me the winner. i had apple pie, ice cream and a violin. I RULE!

of course, no one is talking to me, but i care not.