It was around 1 AM this morning that I realized I didn't have anything for Father's Day. I'm not a firm believer in Father's Day, partly because it's been commercialized to the point of insincerity and partly because I'm not big on showing any kind of love to anyone. But from pure obligation, groggy, half-asleep me decided to make a card for my dad anyway.
Here's what it looks like.
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| The cover. |
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| The inside. |
My mom laughed really hard when she read the entire thing. My dad kinda just looked like this.
I'd say that was a pretty good start to Father's Day.
Same day, 1:08 PM PDT
Worked on a new piano cover for a bit. The song is "Sad Machine" by Porter Robinson and ever since it was first released, I fell SO IN LOVE with it. My god, it's just such an amazing song. Still gives me goosebumps every time I listen to it and I must have listened to it over a hundred times now. If you've never heard it before, give the original a listen before you check out my half-piano cover because the original is INFINITELY better than my rendition.
And here's what I have so far on the piano. It's only a recording of me playing since currently, it requires me to use two hands for that pretty crazy left hand part.
Same day, 8:18 PM PDT
As part two of our Father's Day present, we went to the local pho restaurant. While we were there, my sister was messing around on the iPad. Then, she figured out how to add effects to pictures.
These are the abominations that she has created, with captions courtesy of Kayla and Christina.
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| Looks like my first acid trip when I had hallucinations of Mickey Mouse. |
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| "Mmmm you smell good gurl." |
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| Hobgoblins are real. |
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| Love me. Feed me. Never leave me. |
Jesus Christ.
RFotD: The word "pho" is believed to derive from the French phrase "pot-au-feu," which describes meat soup with boiled beef.
SGAT: Brainstormed a few ideas for the poem with Samantha.
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