September 20, 2002 :: 10:29 a.m.
it's called "cocking a snook"
I'm in a sort of grumpy mood. Emily and Justin are making lots of noise and I'm just not enjoying it. How novel. I think I might pack up my stuff for Digicom and go visit Adam in the computer lab until it's time for class. But you know, I just wanted to pop into my dear online diary and say hi and share my annoyance with you.
I really want my car back. It's only been like three days, if that, but I'm getting all antsy. I'm not used to being transportation-less. I want to go to the music store that Adam claims is near Wal-Mart and get things for my guitar. Like new strings, and a string-holdy-down thing. A capo, I believe it is technically called, but string-holdy-down thing works just as well, and it's more fun to say. But yeah, my guitar needs new strings something fierce. I haven't ever changed them. Ever. So they've been on there for like 4 years. Heh. That can't be too good.
Hmm. Well... I'm going to get out of here. It's feeling all claustrophobic and stuff right now. Blah. I'll write later.
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