May 03, 2009 08:11
Okok, so my drummer can beatbox. Makes sense. I mean, I can whistle good because I play a wind instrument. He can beatbox good because he plays drums. Reason is amazing.
So, I asked him how one might go about learning how to beatbox, and he said something like "Make a 'puh' sound. Ok, now say 'ch'. Ok, now do that alot until you get good." So I tried it for ~ ten seconds and said, "This is hard, screw it." And never tried again.
Then today (which is weeks later), I was avoiding doing my paper(s) and started makin funny noises cuz I was tired of singing. Then out of nowhere BOOM I was beatboxing. Sick. I am so advanced at beatboxing right now. I am a prodigy, biotches.
Gifts just rain inexplicably from the heavens for some people--people like me. I have a gift: a gift from GOD. I shall tame wild beasts with my skillz, appease the capricious humours of man, and spread peace throughout the land.
Don't be jealous that I have been chosen instead of you. Rejoice, children. A new age is upon us.