2002-10-15 - 8:39 p.m.
It's about 8:30. I'm about go to my old house to get the rest of my things and start on my Physics homework. Another exciting night. I closed the deal on my NEW GUITAR tonight. I've only had one good guitar in my life. For the last 9 of the 11 years I've been playing, I've played the same Ibanez Artist series. SO, as things have been progressing in the band lately, and as I keep getting more and more frustrated/uninspired by my present guitar, I realised I needed something new. So in a few days my Gibson SG will be ariving. Soon I'll be covering AC/DC and Sabath songs. :P It just seemed that I needed a more reliable tool to bring the rock.
The semester is halfway over...boy it's flown. I met this cool girl that is a journalism major and just got a job for a local paper. It makes me think about being a writer. It must be difficult being a journalist because you have to write about things you don't really care about. You have to write well on cue. I think I could be a writer...I have my good days...when I try I think I can turn out a decent product. Not with posts like this. My brain feels slow and sluggish today. It must be because I smoked pot a couple times this weekend. See what them drugs do to ya...baw I tell ya. It was good for my soul, but not my brain, so it's gonna be more abstinence for a while. Oh...the Toys grand opening show has been slated for Saturday, October 26th avec Frig-a-go-go and Absent Minded. All within the sound of this journal entry are invited to attend.
I got a surprising email from the long distant past. I haven't looked at or heard from this person in a good 7 years. She doesn't know how much she's affected my life...in a bad way. She's sort of the girl that broke Byron(the first time). I still feel the reprocussions of that most fucked up year plus with her in my present neurosis and quirks, but I don't hate her. I hold no annimosity at all. It's just the way things happened, and the way they are. I don't know if I ever want to be in the same room with her again. Part of me thinks that would be very painful, while another part is strangely curious. All painful things must be faced to move past them, so if she's ever in town I'd probably like to see her and to see how she is. I wish her the best. I certainly know I'm a completely different person from the one she knew, and she probably is too. If she ever reads this, I hope she isn't hurt by it. If so, she should call, and we should talk. In fact, she should call anyway.
