diary of a rocker's kid

(Original Post Date: April 16, 2015)

Hi, Me. I guess that’s who I’m supposed to be talking to here.

As usual, I’m stuck-y in Kentucky while Ana’s on spring break like a normal person. Her parents didn’t invite me to join them because, in their words, I’m a “bad influence” on Ana. Being labeled like that by your best friend’s parents really sucks, especially when there’s no reason for it. I’ve never had a drop of alcohol, I don’t know how to roll a joint, and I’m still a virgin, so there’s no way they could label me as a whore. I can’t figure out why they think I’m a bad influence. I guess it’s because I want to be a rock star someday.

Today during lunch break, I did something even better than going on vacation: I mastered the guitar riff from Back in Black by AC/DC. I should have known that one already, but I was too busy learning an ass-ton of Avenged Sevenfold songs to care that I was getting behind on the classics. I’m obsessed with 2000s rock, especially A7x. I eat, drink, and breathe their music.

I worked on my own music today, too. I keep trying to write this one song, but it’s like the words are stuck in my head. They’re there, I can feel them, but they won’t materialize and spring forth. Until those words pop out, I can’t really call it a song, so for now it’s just naked, sick-ass guitar chords. Someday I’m going to be a professional musician, so I really need to get this songwriting thing down. It’s hard to write songs when nothing ever happens to you, though.

Later, I was forced to battle it out with Geometry, my arch nemesis. It took me, like, two hours to get this one lesson down. That subject hovers over me like a supervillain bent on destroying my future. Thankfully, I’m almost done with it, since junior year is almost over.

Six months until I turn eighteen, and then I’m packing a bag and going off to see the outside world. My first mission when I leave this farm is to find my mother, whom I affectionately refer to as “Mother Dearest.” She’s never been a part of my life, and I don’t even know her name. I’ve asked Dad about her, but all he’ll tell me is that she was a “bitch who didn’t deserve me.”

Now that I’ve finished my last assignment of the day, I’m free to go out and take a ride with Dad before dinner. We love riding our horses around the property as a way to unwind at the end of a long day. I’ll come back and write more if anything interesting happens while we’re out. That’s highly unlikely, so don’t get your hopes up.

Yours truly,

Rockin’ out,

See you soon,

Ttyl,

Mads

More diary entries coming on Dec. 1st, 2015.

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