"Did you find what you were looking for?"
"No, my reflection was in the way."
-------conversation between my friend and I.
Today I woke up at around 6:40-ish and did my morning routine before laying back down 'till 7:20 and getting up to leave for the bus stop. I finally found my iPod the other day so I was mainly listening to Rage Against the Machine since I had one of their songs stuck in my head this morning. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who always has music playing in his head all day, iPod or not. Music is probably my second most personal favorite thing, next to sleeping. I'm known for bursting out into song a lot more often than usual. But I grew up listening to old school music, not so much into Crunk or Techno all too much, I'm more of a Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, and Aerosmith kind of person. I do love Linkin Park though, as I have already explained. Which leaves me to my first question of the day; What is music to you? Is it an escape? An opening? Tell me your thoughts, I don't do this for myself. I want the opinions of others. Not that I care too much of what people think of me, but I do find it interesting what people think in general.
Anyway, I went to school and sat down at breakfast and talked to my friends until the bell rang. I've been doing that same routine since the 7th grade, and none of my friends from then are the ones I sit with now. My mother always said that my old friends will eventually leave except for a certain few, and I will get new ones. I used to hate hearing that, thinking that having friends is pointless if that's what is really going to happen. But now I realized it;s not because friends come and go, but true friends stay. I have only 3 friends that I still talk to on a regular basis, and known since 5th grade or earlier. I guess my mom was right.
First period, I caught up with a day and a half worth of work in 45 minutes, and turned it in just as everyone else was. Then played games for the rest of the period. Second period was the peak of my day, as far an interesting goes. I was told that there was a big pile of trash in the tool room, and I had to put it in a trash can and take it out to the dumpster by the back of the building. I was happy to do this, it was a free 10 minutes of doing something simple without sitting in a classroom. I go to the tool room and find the pile of trash my teacher was talking about. it was mainly old cardboard and things he had pulled out of all the lockers that students in past years had forgotten. I look down and I see that in the pile there is a perfectly good pair of mahogany Chuck Taylors Converses, with skulls on the lip. I couldn't believe someone was going to throw them away, they were awesome. I mainly say this because for about 4 to 5 years of my life I wore Chucks every single day, so they feel great on my feet. It was only this year I started to wear tennis shoes again, which is why I was so happy to find a free pair of perfectly good Chucks that looked pretty nice. I kept them and wore them around school, putting my other converses in my book bag. They were a perfect fit, so I was happy about that.
In third period I did my work as usual, nothing too special. Lunch was fun, I got to sit with some good friends and gave someone another back massage. Like last time, she loved it. Fourth period I sat there and played games for half the time, and got most of my work done, just like everyone else. When I got home I told my mom about the shoes I had received and then went to a friends house. I came back at 7:30-ish and ate dinner and a little bit of Jello afterward. I went to my room and popped in my Linkin Park CD like I have been since I got it last week. I can safely say I've listened to this album about 15-20 times, and it still hasn't gotten old. Thats the sign of a great album. Eventually I got around to writing this and talking to friends via Facebook. So I guess that's it for today, as always, leave your comments below and answer the question of the day: What is music to you? I would love to hear what other people have to say.
Until tomorrow, Isaac
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