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| Current music: | Fred Astaire "A Fine Romance" |
I'm back!
Hey everyone out there that isn't reading. I totally forgot that I had this journal thingie and here I was ruining my hand and my posture, bent over a REAL journal that takes so long to write in. I dunno, I guess I just stopped having things to talk about. But the plus side is that now I do. So here goes...
Well, I just got back from vavation in the ever-lovely Chatham, Cape Cod. It is my FAVORITE place in the entire universe- I feel so happy and serene when I'm there. Every day, I would walk out to the beach as the sun was setting. See, on this beach, it kind of makes a hook at the end of it. I'd walk out there and look out at the ocean- no sandbars in my view, no other people except the occasional fisherman, and I'd just sit there and listen to the water hit the sand. Then, I'd turn around and look at the water and see how the sunset just dances on the waves, how beautiful it was. I would just forget everything I ever worried about and focus on the sunset and the water. I have felt true happiness and it is good...
But you can't stay in true happiness for very long before you come crashing back to Crapland. I swear, I know in my past journals all I ever do is banter and bitch about my friends and how they suck. But (almost) every single person that has contributed to the "Give Mallory an Ulcer" fund has been dropped. Now there's only one person that makes me want to watch the "Carebears" movie to get my braincells back...My bestest friend, Beth...She is a pathological liar. I mean, wow. She lies about little things that don't NEED to be lied about, and she also thinks she can fool her father (who, I should add, has been in the FBI for quite some time). Which is why she's grounded until the day after my b-day, less than six months from now...Here's the catch, though...She can't go online, talk on the phone, watch TV, GO OUTSIDE (no kidding), *AND* she has to WALK to school every day, accompanied by her stepmother. I feel SO BAD for her, but I hate to say it, she got what was coming to her. Still, her dad doesn't need to unleash his toil on her because he forever has a Maglite stuck up his ass (which is kinda cool, because if you kick him at the right angle, his mouth lights up).
But yeah...I was "diagnosed" (it sounds too morbid, but I couldn't think of a better word) with tendinitis in my right wrist in like, May. I went to physical therapy, and I still feel like crap. But oh, well.
My guitar was broken by two little four-year-old twins. I saw a twelve-string for only $200 at the music store where I get my piano lessons, and Dad had made it seem like he was gonna get it, but instead got a birdcage for my bird (who, admittedly, needed it)...So, I'm puttering around on my brother's banjo to keep my callouses and to keep my fingers limber (seeing as the piano doesn't do that...LOL) and I'm better at it than he is. I know how to play his favorite bluegrass tune, "Rocky Top," and he sings to it. I can't finger pick real well (probably because I don't have FINGER PICKS) but hey- it's better than being totally and utterly dormant for the past three months. At any rate, I really like steel strings now- they're easier for me to manipulate and it's easier to do chords and stuff ( I don't do solos, I stick to the chords) and I want a guitar with a smaller neck than the classical guitar I had. So I guess it's better off that I didn't get the twelve-string (Just let me pretend it was...),
Well, that's my show for tonight, folks, and I'm sticking to it.
PS- Fred Astaire rocks...teehee!!
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