Piano! *Crash* AHH!! Who's Idea was this?

The title above Is a reference to ASDF movie 4.
This blog post is about the piano.

Now, as all of those who are reading are my friends (I assume) most of you would probably know that I play the piano! You all probably heard me showing off somewhere,sometime. This is not because of my arrogance (I assure you... I think) but rather that I love my piano music so much I would like to share it with the world. And I do rather think that that is true. I really do like my piano music. Whenever I get bored, I'm
a) On the computer
b)On the Computer Playing LoL
c) Or playing my Beloved piano.
Be assured that the order in which the list is in does not imply the order of importance for me. Now, many of you know that I love most of my friends. On a friend-based level, not... and you know... A love-love relationship.... >.> Either way, that's my relationship with friends. But now, there's a different relationship with me and my piano. My piano has become an instrument for me. No, not the musical instrument, rather an instrument for my emotions.
Often at home, if I am pissed of, I will play my piano, rather violently, or play a violent, brusque piece. Then if I am in a mellowish mood, I might play something like Satie (Discovered by courtesy of friend), or maybe Debussy, Or Ssonny Chua (His pieces are amazing btw). I like a challenge with my pieces, because they make the pieces feel loved. (Is this getting too weird?)IDK.

AS you can see from the above text, I am rather, unashamedly in love with my piano. Piano at civic? I'll play it! Piano at someone's house? I'll play it. It's like an irresistible temptation for me. If someone ever needed to trap/kidnap me, All they would need is a large cage with a piano in it and I would gladly walk in. :P

Now. On to a different topic.
Do you know what I hate? Marking.
That may seem stupid but I really hate marking. Especially Korean type marking. And Korean people who mark your shit. Maths with dad? Fuck no. Everytime I get something wrong
*SIGH* *MARKS AN EXTREMELY BIG SLASH OVER THE QUESTION*
God Fucking dammit. I get that I did that question wrong, there is absolutely no FUCKING need for you to
a)MARK AN EXTREMELY BIG SLASH OVER THE QUESTION
b)SIGH EXCESSIVELY LOUDLY SO THAT I CAN HEAR YOUR 'DISAPPOINTED'
and c) Be a complete BITCH about marking the slash.
It's a funny thing this 'slash'. It seems so... stupid to think that that may make you feel extremely bad. But trust me, the way that it is marked, it's like.... It's hard to describe, for me it's utter rage as the feeling of seeing that question I worked so hard on, and suddenly there is a big ugly mark on it.
OOh, I know.
Let's say you were Da Vinci, and You painted the Mona Lisa to perfection. However, there was one drop of paint that was smudged a micrometer and suddenly someone else comes up and says, " YOUR PAINTING IS SHIT BECAUSE THERE IS A DROP OF PAINT SMUDGED A MICROMETER". Then The dick walks forward and takes your pallet and proceeds to smash the Mona Lisa with it.

Your answer sucks balls. *CROSS* DO IT AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER

Stupid description? Yeah, but it's really how it feels.

Well, Today's blog was pretty short, and confusing, but my blog's are usually like that.

Well, Peace out Girl scouts.