Got a solution without a problem...

Hey there my homies, wassup? I'm in a good mood today, and not just because the creepy scratching sound coming from my porch is gone (I was informed that they were burrowing bees or something of that nature. I wouldn't know, I just live here).
I have my choir concert tonight. Big doings. Hey, not to be immature, but if now if anyone's looking up gay porn and they make a typo, they'll end up here! Isn't that cool?
Didn't think so. Anywhere...
Back to my choir concert. We're singing a bunch of songs, and it'll be good. It's the last concert of the year, though, so all the seniors are gonna cry. I might too, I'm a wuss like that.
Boing! Boing! Boing! I have that sound effect that you hear whenever something rubbery or springy bounces in a cartoon stuck in my head. Wait, no, now I have the Overture from Tommy stuck in my head. I think. Which one is it where they sing "I've got a feeling twenty one is gonna be a good year"? I've got that exact sentence in a loop in my head. I'm not complaining, I love the Who. I've only got two of their CDs, as I'm on minimum wage and can't really afford getting too many CDs of one particular band if I wanna have wide musical knowledge. For example, I need to get some Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd. I don't have any of their stuff, and that's a crime if you ask me. Did you ask?
Hey, you know that story about the emperor without any clothes on? If he was told that only the wise could see his robes, and he couldn't see his robes, then why did he assume that all the people of his kingdom would be able to see his robes? I mean, if the people are smarter than he is, then why would he be in charge in the first place? And why wouldn't he be able to feel that he wasn't wearing any clothes? I mean, aren't invisible clothes still tangible enough that he'd know whether he was wearing them? I don't have to look down to know that I'm wearing a pair of jeans and a t shirt, I can feel them on my body... The whole story has huge plot holes. It makes no sense!
Anyway, I think I've rambled enough, so I can finish up and go get ready for my concert. Morning stars are for wimps.

[EDIT] Those lyrics are to 1921. Same CD, but one song after Overture. I only just got the CD, so I amn't familiar enough with the music yet to make distinctions. Sorry for any confusion!

Perpetual Motion

Yo, blog post numero dos. Sup? I know my dear friend Jess has been on here, as I noticed in the poll someone voted Paul as the best. Me, I'm a George fan. His songs are great. My parents are going to be home in maybe 10 minutes. I'm glad.
You know what I hate? Silence. I can't stand it. I don't mean lapse in conversation silence, that's alright, but total silence? The worst. That's why I spend so much time in my room, my computer's always humming away and my bird's chirping and if it all gets a bit too quiet, then I've got a piano, which is good.
I suck at playing the piano, but I'll get better eventually. I need to be able to make music well. I can't do so with my voice, but piano would be good. Sing us a song you're the piano man... Sorry, I just lost the game. If you're wondering why, it's because I was writing about the piano, which in my mind linked to the song "Piano Man," which made me think about word associations, which is a common way of losing the game, so I lost the game.
I want to go sleep in my backyard. I wonder if my parents would let me...

Yo

It appears my dear friend Smitty has a blog, so I'm jumping on the bandwagon for the heck of it, too. Except this is no ordinary bandwagon. This bandwagon is the goddamn batmobile, and this ain't for sissies.
Except I am a sissy. Maybe I should rethink this...
Anyway, me llamo Erika, and I gots a blog.
I'm really lazy, so expect short bursts of frenzied activity here and then long droughts. Bring your own camel.
I don't really think anything I write is worthy of being penned (er, make that typed) down, but this seems like a good boredom stopperer. That, and deep down I'm an attention whore like everybody else in dis world we're stuck on. So this is a blog. I think. The walls of the room I'm in are a dark shade of green. It's really quite a nice color, modest but also alive, in the way all colors are. You know? It's that shade of green that's humble, and you don't really notice how cool looking it is 'till someone draws attention to it.
Sorry 'bout that. My thoughts tend to jump 'round frequently. Think of it as how I'm keeping you folks on your toes. What was that line from Harry Potter? .....Oh yeah, "constant vigilance!"
Which brings me to a topic close to my heart, vigilantiism. Is that how it's spelled? It's how it sounds, which is good enough for me. I like vigilantes. They generally are trying to be helpful in their own ways.
I'm done writing. More another time.