(diaryland) September 20, 2001 - 6:11 p.m.

At my birthday party, I decided to give everyone a sneak preview of my piano pieces. I was only planning on doing one, actually. But I did such a shit job of it, I decided to give my Mozart piece a burl. I thought, if I can pull this one off, I�ll be able to do anything. Include being a flying elephant. So I played it. And it fucking kicked arse. I did all the stupid crazy shit that sounds easy but is really hard, and I played all the hard shit that sounds hard too. My Grandma said, �Wow. You sound like a concert pianist.�

And I did. It doesn�t mean we can be friends now though, Mozart. No fucking way.