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Gezze I realise I haven't been here in four days. Not because I was doing any follow-up research on Madonna whores. I have been very hard at work on a school project. This always happens at this time. And this time, it's proved to be one hell of a job. I complain, but I love it when it's finished. But it always turns me into nonsense. I have actually smoked unlit cigarettes, puffed on them as if they were lit, because I had so much to do that I actually believed I'd lit up. Sadly, I've also smoked lit up cigarettes, plenty of those too. My Mister isn't very pleased. I think I've got to vacuum his recording studio, all those buttons and sliders; I've overworked them beyond comprehension. But that's what it takes to make a good musical arrangement; me, the Mister, buttons and sliders, headphones, and cigarette ash all over the place. Because I will never be happy with a good arrangement, I want a perfect one. And I think I got it this time round too. I'm pleased, and it doesn't take little for me to be pleased with myself. Oh and thanks to the Mister too, he has a knack of sitting in his chair with his cigar, just like a Mafia Boss and makes me seethe. Because just when I think it's awesome, he's got another idea which is better. Music arranging, the real, the best type, makes you work, sweat, smoke, swear and lose a lot of sleep. Because once you start you cannot stop and continue the next day. You've just got to go on and on. At least that is how I work. It's final now and I'm ready. And looking back, I'm so pleased. People do not realise how much work goes into arranging, digital mastering, and the rest of the stuff. But I don't care. As long as it pleases me, then it's fine. What I will not take is that one day now, another school will ask for my music. And that's not on. I love this school, and I will do it because of that. But giving my work to people I do not know.. that's a no. But whatever it is, I'm back here now. And I have my music which I will not give away for nothing. Sorry, yes I can be very mean. And now I can go back to think about the whoredom of life.