"I am officially out of things to do." I admitted, leaning back in my chair. I stared at the blank Microsoft Word page. I rested my fingers on the home row keys, ready to type, but nothing appeared on the screen.
"Computer, put words down, or give me an idea, or something!" I slammed my head upon the keyboard. "I hate this." I looked up at the screen. It wasn't blank, but it did have sdagebwe on it. Great story I've got there, huh?
I sighed, holding the backspace button until the letters disappeared. "Nothing, no inspiration." I puffed out a cheek, becoming aggravated with the computer.
What was I supposed to do again? Oh, right, I had to make a simple at least one page letter on what I'd do to get my iPod back. I need some kind of music. I can't live without music. I'm pretty sure nobody could.
He only took the device because I stayed on it all night last night. Can't blame me, it's too addicting. This is why I want it back so much, I'm an addict. It's not that I want it, I need it. What beat is there to fight to? What beat can make me take a step in the day? Nothing but music! That's why I need my music!
I want it so bad! Or is it that I need it? To some it seems as if my iPod is just a want, something that I can have but don't need. So others, like myself, it's a need. I know how badly I need it, how I'd go so far as to die without it. This is exactly why I need my music!
Don't you see now? It's not a want, not a need; this is a life or death situation! I need it back! Now, right now! But Lord Death refuses to give me my music! Why? What did I—oh right, I didn't get enough sleep. So? My loss.
I just noticed how dumb I am. What about YouTube? I couldn't feel dumber.
Now I just feel terrible. He blocked YouTube. Who does that? What cruel god does that? Not saying I'm angry at Lord Death, oh dear lord no; I'm just a bit… Aggravated. He blocked any source of music from me.
See how loyal I am? He blocks my music, and I still don't hate him. Oh no, hate is a strong word… I just strongly dislike him. Yes, that's what I was aiming at. Yes, that is exactly what I was looking for.
Okay, if I say I don't mean that can I have my music back? Please? Have a heart? I won't force myself into desperate measures! So please? Please? I'll get on my hands and knees and beg. Please?
I got that out of my system. You see, I beg for music! I'll walk outside and put up a sign that reads will do anything for music! May I please have my music now? I need it! I'll die without it!
I hope I get it back.