My minority complex is dropping by. I wonder if it can stay for dinner.

I'm listening to Zane McNois/McDanielle on the radio.
I know this person.
And his music is good enough to be on the radio.
And Cam Boucher is recording something.
And Kenneth Fox has his thing on Band Camp.
And I've got a guitar.
And a trombone (kind of...)
And a harmonica.
And not enough talent to do anything with any of it.

I'm decent at the guitar, and I'm shit at the trombone, and I can play when the saints come marching in on the harmonica. I'm a musical genius aren't I?

I guess I'm being a bit hypocritical, I just comment on Mary Kate Lang's blog post saying she should be less negative, now as I listen to Zane's awesomeness take form I'm thinking "Why can't I be like that? Why can't I find the effort to apply myself?" these thoughts are always followed by thoughts of "If I'm not particularly good at anything how am I going to get into a good college?" I not even all that great at video games. That's my talent, playing videogames, and I'm not even to great at that. I get mopped on the scoreboards. I'm decent at the guitar, I can play it with fair decency, but I'm not GREAT. And I can't sing, so I can' just sit down and record stuff. I've written songs, with different parts, all guitar parts, but when I try to record it it just sounds bad...like...discouragingly bad. Then I put my guitar away, and crawl back to get my ass handed to me by some drugged up 13 year old with a potty mouth from Chicago with a voice higher than the sun. Their gamertag is probably something along the lines of Bx0x0xMxHx3xAxDxSxHx0xTx because they think it's cool. Oh, and apparently my mother gets around a lot, (that was sarcasm mom, I meant the people on xbox live insult my mom a lot).

I have nothing else going for me, I get decent grades. MY MOM SIGNED A PAPER SAYING I COULD TAKE LEVEL 4 ENGLISH. Ms Sears speech about how she read all of our stuff and we're "level 4 material".

Yep.

Doesn't apply to me.

At all.

Zane is currently screaming something at me.

It's rather intimidating.

At least my mom thinks I'm cool.

...

I hope.