Sometimes it’s better to be negative than positive, because there’s a lot more to write about. Be honest, the amount of good to bad in your life is probably 4:6. It’s a lot more fun to complain about things, and positive writing is extremely boring to read. I don’t mean to write negatively on purpose; I simply write about what happened to me on a particular day and how I felt about it, both of these things usually being bad. So when I say that my concert is going to be absolute garbage, I’m not being negative, I’m just being realistic and truthful.
My dress shirt is too big, my dress pants are actually just black jeans, and as for dress shoes, I simply don’t have any. I can already imagine what a fool I’ll look like when I arrive at my concert. It’s not like the band is any good, so I don’t see why I have to dress up. I think that since my father had never been to one of my concerts, he is under the impression that my band is good. I thought so too, when I was in fifth grade. While I was performing, I thought we were pretty good. Then I watched a video of it and we sounded like a dying elephant. My father also wants me to practice in preparation for the concert. It won’t do me any good, because I’m so helplessly inept at the trumpet that nothing can save me now. It doesn’t even matter how good I am anyway. I could be a god at trumpet and the rest of the band would still block me out.
As you can probably tell, I’m not looking forward to the concert.
So I hope you enjoy my blog guys! Bye guys!