Expectations vs. Reality

Highschool isn't as fun as I thought it was going to be.

I always thought days off school would consist of sneaking my girlfriend out of school, using my best friends voice impressions and his dad's precious car, to make off with a chaotic day in Chicago. Although that reference isn't reality, the one where I follow in Alan Ruck's footsteps and decide to rot in peace in bed on a school day instead, is. I don't have any friends who would be willing to force me out of the house and sneak off into the city on a boring day like this. Cameron Rye just got incredulously lucky (I won't lie, I didn't even think that was a real word when I just typed it up, but Chrome didn't correct me, so I righteously left it there). I don't like things peaceful, or relaxing, or calm.




If my life was an 80's pop culture movie, I'd be running through the looped hallways avoiding my principle at every turn, trying to get back to the detention room with my group of friends without getting caught. I'd have a tree outside my window to climb down, and no fear of somebody we meet on our adventure tagging us on Facebook.

"You used to have a mullet?!"
"Get off the internet!"

It's not though, so I'll happily stay at home with a sore throat straight out of the pitts of Mordor, writing and talking to this one odd chick I met when I used to live across Gods tears in Germany. Denying Chloraseptic's instructions to use only one spray every two hours with, 4 sprays every half hour.

But let me finally introduce myself. I'm Harmony. I'm currently working on a couple of amateur indie projects, including novella's and compositions. I play piano when I feel like it, on an actual stand-up piano, not a keyboard.

I am an internet veteran. There is not a meme you can show me I haven't seen, and nothing you have to show me will disturb me in anyway, I promise.

And so at the end of every life story, there will be a picture, usually humorous, to make someone's day.