Not Boring Yet

I hate music, especially when it's played.
-Jimmy Durante (1893 - 1980)

I can only partly agree with that. My sibling is forcing me to listen to Hawk Nelson, which in the past 5 minutes I have developed a strong aversion to.

So, as I sit here, watching the snow fall, through the cracks in the curtains that no one was kind enough to open, I am not thinking of how peaceful it is, I am not hearing the soft sound that it makes as it hits the ground. Instead I am having an irregular heartbeat because it (my heart) can't decide whether the beat in the music is correct, or my bodies' beat is correct. Sigh. If I die you will all be witnesses, and can testify against my sibling in court.

I have great news though! In the mail this morning I got the Jill Parr c.d.! (Unfortunately, it came in the same package as the Hawk Nelson c.d., in fact it was virtually touching it, so I had to decontaminate it.) From the few songs that I have been so blessed to listen to, before my sibling kicked me out, I love it!

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This is a note to the friend from the sibling (but you may read it if you wish.)

Dear "The Friend"
No, you may not borrow the Hawk Nelson c.d.
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I don't see why anyone would want to borrow it, but like I have mentioned before, the friend and I have extremely different musical tastes.

Have a happy and carefree day!
-Me