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Jul 29, 2005 22:09

So my Mom decided that I can't go to Josh's house on Weds. for band practice. She doesn't have a reason why I can't, but I have a feeling it's because band practice is something that makes me happy, so she has to kill it. Just like everything else. I get a good bass finally, one that I actually own, and then she tries to tell me that I can't take it anywhere. It was a "birthday present" that I paid half of the price, and it's the only thing I've gotten for 2 years. It's not like it was that expensive. For a used Music Man, $400 is a bargain you can't pass up. And when she realizes that it brings me some shred of joy, where I can just forget about everything else and feel the music, she has to try and take it away. Well, I've decided that if she won't let me go to practice, I'm bringing practice here. We're setting up in the kitchen, and we're going to have the amps on the countertops. If she doesn't like it, she'll have to deal with it. Yea, so I sound like the whiny kid that can't get his way, but I finally found something I'm good at, and something I love and have a passion for, and I'm not going to let her lazy ass get in the way of it. It's war now.
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