Ryden Hell: The Sequel

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Bren: uugggghhhhhh

Ryebread: mood

Ryebread: what's up tho

Bren: just

Bren: life

Ryebread: lmao even bigger fucking mood

Bren: I'm literally fucking exhausted

Bren: and I'm sick

Bren: and I'm tired

Bren: wait

Bren: I already said that fuck

Ryebread: ,, how much did you sleep last night

Bren: uuhhhh got that recommended thirty minutes of sleep

Ryebread: b r e n d o n

Ryebread: w h y

Bren: I don't know I just wasn't tired :/

Bren: then when I did actually fall asleep my mom started fucking vacuuming her bedroom

Bren: which, fun fact, is right above my room

Ryebread: I thought your room was on the second floor ?

Bren: it was but then Kara got tired of her first floor room and made me switch with her

Ryebread: hm

Ryebread: so like,,, does this chapter have a point

Bren: uhmmm not really

Ryebread: should we,,, make it somewhat interesting

Bren: I mean yeah probably but I don't know how

Ryebread: you make a very good point

Ryebread: uhmmm

Ryebread: what's something incredibly relatable

Bren: uuuhhhh

Bren: my back

Bren: it hurts

Ryebread: my neck

Ryebread: my back

Bren: ,,,

Ryebread: and the other two

Bren: wow

Bren: keeping it PG I see

Ryebread: of fucking course I am

Ryebread: there could be children reading this Brendon

Bren: I don't,,, think so

Bren: I mean,,, pre teens at the youngest

Ryebread: like I said

Ryebread: children

Ryebread: teenagers are still pretty much children Bren

Bren:  I mean

Bren: I suppose

Bren: I'm still pretty much a children and I'm 20

Ryebread: literally who isn't

Bren: politicians

Ryebread: ,, aight

Bren: well do you disagree

Ryebread: I mean no but 

Ryebread: I don't know

Bren: exactly

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I'm sick and I hate everything :/

Our concert is in a week and I'm fuckin terrified
Two of the songs are really good but the third is a god damn mess, especially in the percussion
So picture this, you have six percussionists, but one of them is on the ol synthesizer, so he can't do anything else
So now there's five percussionists, twelve parts, one of them only knows how to do chimes and bells, so we put her on chimes and that's all
Four of us, eleven parts, someone needs to play bells the whole time
Three of us, ten parts
The three of us remaining are all doing one sheet of music each, percussion one, two, and three, two of them has three parts, one has four
So the three of us doing those are running around the back of the room, trying to get to the next instrument, and it's a god damn mess

Also ?? Its so damn fast
I think the fastest it gets up to is about 225 BPM, and my sorry ass has to do running eighth notes on a tambourine during that
How the hell do you even move your hand that fast what the hell