My piano teacher had a book of Joplin's original ragtime pieces.
I'm working on his 2 most famous songs, The Entertainer, which is more popular now, and Maple Leaf Rag, which was his most famous work in his lifetime, first sheet music piano to sell over a million copies. I've been working on The Entertainer for a few weeks now, and I have it down pretty well.
But, I'm listening to a CD that has both of them on it, and Maple Leaf Rag sounds harder than Entertainer, and that was COCK-AND-BALLS-ish HARD. And I'm just starting Maple Leaf. We'll see how long it takes me. But I love both of them.
Other than that, not much happened today, I rode out to get donuts on my bike, and other than that just sat around.
We're in Spring Break, by the way.
And I don't feel like writing an interesting journal. Jeez, I'm pathetic, aren't I?
I know what I'll do, I'll write everything I hate about myself.
I AM AN ASSHOLE AND A CUNT WHO GET'S TOO CAUGHT UP IN HIS EMOTIONS UNTIL HE IS A BASTARD TO ALL OTHERS AROUND HIM AND LOVES HIMSELF MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE AND IS TOO LAZY TO GET UP AND DO ANYTHING INTERESTING SO JUST SITS AROUND GETTING FAT AND CAN'T GET A DATE. OR A CLUE. I SHOULD JUST GO DIE IN MULTIPLE CONSECUTIVE CAR CRASHES AND THEN GET RAPED THROUGH EVERY OROFICE I HAVE UNTIL I LIE BLEEDING AT THE BOTTOM OF A DIRTY HOLE AND GET SET ON FIRE AND DIE A HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE DEATH.
And yet I still love myself. Aren't I cool?