Shamrocks

I am thinking about writing a song. I’ve got a great melody, but I need something to write it about. I’m not going to do just another cheesey love song. I need to think of a story to tell. Does anyone have any ideas?

Today was fairly easy. We got purgolder time, which meant that we got an hour of freetime. My giant poster of Homer Simpson appeared on public television, which was pretty awesome. Not much really happened. Anna has decided to go with dredlocks as her hairstyle of the month. It’s a bit of a turn-off, personally, but whatever floats your boat. Let’s see… my friend David has decided that study hall is for imbiciles, and is genetically superior, so must therefore skip. I don’t mind. He brings in the Onion every now and again, so it balances out. I’m thinking about grabbing some food to bring to school tomorrow. Maybe even start up a little candy business. People are desperate. People are stupid. People give me money, when they are desperate and stupid. In English today, we got new seats, and would you guess who I’m seated by? That’s right, none other than my (sort of, almost) ex, Sabrina. We never officially dated, but we went on a date, and things didn’t work out, and ever since then, it’s been super awkward. At least I’m also seated next to James and Katrina. Both potheads, but competent people. They aren’t that hard to associate with. It’s not like their constantly stoned. That’s another point I’d like to bring up.

Why do I get along so good with potheads? Am I just so spaced out all the time, that my brain can only be seen by those who kill their brain? I don’t have a clue, but they are just friendlier people than those who are clean. I’m not saying that pot is a good thing, but it’s so easy to get along with those herb-addicts. Not like the alcoholics. Drinkers at my school, are such annoying human beings. It’s like, everyone is a mean drunk. Ugh, I’m making my school sound like some kind of alternative reform school. It’s not that bad. But when you’re unpopular, you can take a step back, and actually listen to the conversations. I don’t think people even know how much I know. My mom has a lot of clients that have kids that go to my school. I get a lot of dirt that way too. Some girl, Jessica, fat, ugly, treats everyone like dirt, I think I’m the only one that knows that her mom tried to have a candle party, stole all the money, and is now homeless. I know too much.

If someone could give me any ideas on that song, that would be great. I am so stuck. I can’t think of anything to write about, it’s all been done before. And I don’t want to do a stupid “I can’t think of a song” bits, because those are old too. Some kind of concept album.

-Kyle

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