Stream of conciousness for 30 minutes

I sit in this recliner, laptop beneath my wrist. I listening to the Beatles with the LSU/Tenessee faintly in the background. I Want You is playing right now. Definitely a song that describes my feelings right now. The house has been suffocatingly boring today. Mom's back was far too much in pain to help at the car show, or at least that's what she tells me. I worry about her sometimes. This year especially, she's lost her will to do...anything. She's always putting off the pressing things, and just wants to sit around the house and play Farmville or whatever she's doing these days. But not right now seeing as the laptop is currently in my possession. As of right now she is reading and lit up another cigerrate only 20 seconds ago. Terrible habit, I must say. I still remember the day that I cried, because of it. She promised she'd quit. I was 11 then, I'm 17 now, she's still smoking. Her and my dad both are. Oh, music change. Here comes the Sun. One of my absolute favorite of Beatles songs. My mom actually played this for me today. She had the strangest urge to play Beatles Rockband and I allowed her. She asked me if I wanted to hear any particular song before she cut it off and I began playing it on my ukulele. It was a little sad that I couldn't play along on that track though, my ukulele was terribly out of tune. I think I even messed her up. I've found the ukulele to be a very fun sociable instrument. At school, it gearners plenty of praise, and I've made people dance because of it, which is always amusing. Another song change, Because. I remember last year Taylor, Blake, and I were going to do this for spring concert, but it never worked out. And now my neck beard itches, I was going to get it shaved off this morning, but since we didn't go to the car show, I couldn't find the need. My dad talks in the background to my mom. I attempt to listen to them through my music, but I do not care enough to. Something about a hog, but whatever. I hear the roar of the crowd from the TV while the Beatles medley plays quietly. I turn the volume up slightly to get better effect. But back on the ukulele. I learned a new song on it today that I think Avery will enjoy. The Girl is mine. Wasn't very difficult at all after I took it down a whole step. I wonder what was up with Avery last night. I hate when he gets in these moods. He's just gets so...I don't even know how to describe it. I have to admire how he's always transporting me to places though, mainly McDonalds. I hate how he always tends to make fun of me in the afternoons though. I don't think he realizes that it hurts me. It's not like someone tore my heart out, but it's the kind that pulls at the strings, and makes me think, "Would I trust this person with my life?" Eh, he's been trust worthy. And he happily assisted me through all my love sickness trials. I wish it weren't all for not though. My lord if I could just have her in my arms right now. But I shouldn't fight with the past. I do love her, but I think it's hopeless. She loves other people now, and I'm not even on the radar, that's fine, as long as she's happy. The music on this Beatles medley is finally begininng to pick up. Mean Mr. Mustard, quite an odd song, made during thier period in India. They did a lot of odd things over that way. Polythene Pam is playing now. There's quite a few oddly named songs in this medley. I know my mom is always tickled at the one named, "She Came in through the bathroom Window." Heh, it's actually playing right now. The songs in this medley go by fast. At least it passes the time. I wonder how long I've been typing now. I must be nearing about 20 minutes. I wonder if anything has happened on Facebook in this time. Not like it's be important anyway. I feel a slight scratchyness of my throat. I'd really like to have something to drink right now. I wonder how far down my battery on this laptop has gone down. The battery in this laptop is really bad, even on power saver. It could be down to 50% already. Ah well, gotta keep type type typing. Once there was a way to get back homeward once there was a way to get back home sleep pretty darling do not cry and I will sing a lullabye. What a beautiful song that one is. Ugh, my jaws locking up again. I wonder why it does this. Of all things inhibiting me from being a great vocalist, this is the biggest. I really have to see someone about it whenever I beging driving. It's rather absurd. My mother is to afraid of dentist to take me. Shows where her priorities. I realize that as I've typed all of this I've shown quite a bit of spite toward my mother. Perhaps it's just her heavy refusal to go to the car show. I hope that's all it is. Stream of conciousness writing is harder than I realized. Just typing away. Never take a break. And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make. Another beautiful tunes. I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel now. One more tune, and I'll be finished. There's silen wait, there it is. Her Majesy. That quirky song. I love it. And that's the end!