He wants to make a suit of lady parts, it's not that hard.
So I'm at my mom's again, this time for spring break. Things have been good, I guess...School is school and nothing more need be said about that. My mom took me to the aquarium yesterday and we went shopping, which was needed. Much needed.
It kind of pisses me off that my mom started drinking around 5 today. It pisses me off more that she completely forgot to listen to my ukulele song that I wrote on special request FOR HER. It kind of pisses me off that she doesn't even want to listen to my ukulele playing at all. I tell myself it's because she's tipsy, and I know it is, but still... It's the fricking ukulele!
So this afternoon I've been reading like a fiend and finished the Vonnegut book I started at the beginning of the semester. It was alright, kind of depressing, but alright. I'm sure that I was supposed to take away some great, profound, religious meaning from it, but I didn't. I get what Vonnegut was trying to say, but that message didn't stick with me. Now I start on some book by Michael Chabon. It was $10 and I had a giftcard, so...oh whatever, the cute cover hooked me. :D
Tomorrow I'm going to visit a dear, dear friend of mine at his university. It's about an hour's drive from my mom's house, so I'm excited to finally get to visit him after two years of his begging. There will be a dueling ukulele/guitar super-music-session of DOOM---at least that's what I've been told. I can only hope that it happens.
Okay, so I guess that's what I've been doing a lot of: playing the ukulele. Now that I think of it, I haven't even made the obligatory Christmas post, have I? Oh, what did you get for Christmas? Hur hur...UKULELE! :D It's now become my baby and I play it all the time (or...when I can). I've got some standards down (You, know, ukulele standards: Hey Ya, Heartache, Creep...) and I want to perform in public...any time now. There's talk of a ukulele orchestra that Adam is setting up. Three ukes and a massive percussion section. He claims he just has to find the right venue. Uh-huh. I'll believe it when I see it.
It kind of pisses me off that my mom started drinking around 5 today. It pisses me off more that she completely forgot to listen to my ukulele song that I wrote on special request FOR HER. It kind of pisses me off that she doesn't even want to listen to my ukulele playing at all. I tell myself it's because she's tipsy, and I know it is, but still... It's the fricking ukulele!
So this afternoon I've been reading like a fiend and finished the Vonnegut book I started at the beginning of the semester. It was alright, kind of depressing, but alright. I'm sure that I was supposed to take away some great, profound, religious meaning from it, but I didn't. I get what Vonnegut was trying to say, but that message didn't stick with me. Now I start on some book by Michael Chabon. It was $10 and I had a giftcard, so...oh whatever, the cute cover hooked me. :D
Tomorrow I'm going to visit a dear, dear friend of mine at his university. It's about an hour's drive from my mom's house, so I'm excited to finally get to visit him after two years of his begging. There will be a dueling ukulele/guitar super-music-session of DOOM---at least that's what I've been told. I can only hope that it happens.
Okay, so I guess that's what I've been doing a lot of: playing the ukulele. Now that I think of it, I haven't even made the obligatory Christmas post, have I? Oh, what did you get for Christmas? Hur hur...UKULELE! :D It's now become my baby and I play it all the time (or...when I can). I've got some standards down (You, know, ukulele standards: Hey Ya, Heartache, Creep...) and I want to perform in public...any time now. There's talk of a ukulele orchestra that Adam is setting up. Three ukes and a massive percussion section. He claims he just has to find the right venue. Uh-huh. I'll believe it when I see it.