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...