Now whether or not this post actually makes any sense, is up to you to figure out. While some of this might sound like mind-numbing garbage, I assure you that there's a reason behind it all. There is a higher purpose, I promise. The first thing I'd like to talk about, is me of course. Some might call that "self-involved", I call it story time. Don't be alarmed, I'll skip my birth and, say the past 19 years, because if I went through all that again I might bring upon myself some deep regressed emotional issues. I'd say this is more about how I spent last year, give or take a few months. In fact, I think I'll just narrow it down to how my weekend was. That'll be a sure way of avoiding any and all issues... My weekend was superb! I mean, what's not to love about weekends? Take Fridays for example, life could not be sweeter! Fun! Fun! Fun! Oh, and receiving a long-awaited letter telling you you've got a place to study after the summer isn't half bad either! After the first few lines of the letter I flipped out! Finally, I'd be able to pursue my dream of entering the music industry! That night I turned and tossed in my bed with anticipation. I managed to giggle myself to sleep, only to awaken upside down on the floor the next morning. No amount of contusions/fractures would keep me down now! The only thing I could care about was "August 22th". That's the date I'd start school, and the day I hoped to be the beginning of something great! I'd never have thought that my life would become so centered around making music. For that, I'd like to express my deepest gratitude to the universe. Bravo! I would also like to ask you please not to stop existing. With all these doomsday prophets saying that the end of the world is going to take place soon, it wouldn't be that surprising if one of the prophesies actually came true. Taking a bath when this happens would be your best choice, others might consider spending their last minute on earth fornicating or trimming their bushes. Don't be fooled by them! Just take it easy, and go with the flow. Sit back and enjoy the spectacle. Right when you think you'll draw your final breath, start shouting profanities, and finally There will be a guy in the afterlife constantly chanting: I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-air.