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I just get these weird thoughts and memories when Im thinking or listening to music so I try to remember them long enough to write them down.

Just now I remebered how badly I used to want to play the piano. My mom even considered taking me to get lessons. I declined because even at the age of 5, I was mature enough to understand that the money didn't stretch that far. The only reason I remember that is because I used to want it so bad. I used to sit there by the window sill, moving my fingers up and down and pressing down on imaginary keys. My mom would almost always find me there moving my fingers to some imaginary tune or just for the fun of watching my fingers move by themselves. It's so crazy because untill recently I found out that ther are a whole bunch of musicians on my dad's side of the family. Of course none of them are famous, but it's weird to think that none of us(my siblings and I) are really interested in music. Well my sisters both play the "violin", but only because it's mandatory at thier school, and they never put too much effort into it. Hah, my dad used to play the drums, which come to think of it, is pretty cool.

So much for that