Its my first week of school and life can never get more mind fucked than that. I had one of the worst days ever. My 4 day headache has mutated to a fever. I feel like a miserable bed ridden fag because I am downright sick. I still went for band practice today even though I ditched lessons just so that I can sing Danish a Happy Birthday song, only to find myself ruining his big day by fighting with my butterfly shinobi… Which involves a lot of cold war, cursing, screaming, crying, throwing of the drumsticks in rage and nearly having an empty eye socket. I need to get my justified justice.

Edit: Oh well. I guess all in honesty, nothing can break the shinobi-driven percussion section apart. Thank you baby.