Rosy Barb

I have come to a conclusion. I am like a Rosy Barb. Allow me to explain. A Rosy Barb is a type of fish. Why refer to myself as a fish? Because, my dear readers, Rosy Barbs get their coloration from their mood. If Rosy Barbs are happy, their hormones grow (or multiply or whatever), therefore making them prettier. Still don't know how this relates to me? Well, let's put it this way. I am not very happy. Therefore, I am not very pretty. Way back when I had friends, I would radiate beauty and people would compliment me all the time. Well, okay, only my grandma and mom. But that counts, doesn't it?

Goodness gracious, is it almost May? I can't wait! June is going to be so fun! So will July. August will go by fast and sooner or later summer break will be over. Wow, I really know how to bum myself out. I wonder what my friends are doing for their summer.

Moving on... My new Guitar sounds wonderful. I still need a lot more practice, but Raymond is doing a great job. I like to play Jack Johnson and Colbie Caillat. What do you guys suggest? I'm taking requests so I can make Youtube videos. Warning: I'm not that good. I know. Why do I call myself a musician? Because honestly, I can make music easier than I can make a goal in soccer.

I'm going to sleep well tonight! Night, guys.