schooled by rawk.

i had a dream.

i dreamt that i was in a school library surrounded by school kids. i was the oldest one, in my current state. now, being 23 and still in primary school is one thing...but these guys listened to rawk. it was a school of rock (nothing similar to the movie of the same name). and they had to write a hit song to reverse their flagging fortunes. and unfortunately, my own jazz stylings didn't go down well with them, inclusive of rampant scat singing and lots of shoobeeboobahbahs.

they found me a retard, obviously. an old cryptic. a relic from days yonder. it ended with...i can't really remember.

this can be interpreted in a few ways:-

1. i'm not cut out for the music/entertainer thing
2. i should stop hanging around with the younger set for basketball
3. sugar shouldn't be added to cereals

no matter. it's time to take a dump.