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Anyway so I decided to learn to play guitar from my roommate next year (Jessie Johnson) and I was telling my cousin Svea about it and she told me I could have her $5 garage sale guitar if I wanted, so I took it and found a website with free lessons and voila! I have practiced three times, it is frustrating because I can't make any pretty sounds really, just trying to get my fingers in the right spot... so then when I feel depressed about that I practice oboe and feel better about myself because that is an instrument that I can actually play.
I think this is just my summer for self improvement, really. I go running and/or biking and/or swimming every day, I read a lot, I work 40 hours every week, and I practice oboe and I am learning to play guitar, plus I have applied for a couple of scholarships, so I periodically write essays, AND I have gone home a lot. I feel so proud!
I went to a party house last night (the Morgue - great name, right?) and I felt weird because I don't drink, and my friend Carr kept trying to make me drink his beer but beer smells disgusting and I am just not interested - maybe if it was a wine cooler or something, MAYBE, but I hung out a little bit and then walked back to my apartment and fell asleep. I'm so boring. And this kid I know Alec saw me and said "Whoa, I don't think Robert would be proud, seeing you at a party house!" and it was kind of funny, because Robert was at home spending quality time with his family. Anyway tonight I am going to hang out with some girls at Beth's house which is on a lake in Melrose, it will be fun. No one there will be trying to get me to drink beer. Oh yeah and my roommate invited me to get drunk with her on Monday, so I have to think of a graceful way to say no. Although I might accompany her (it is just in the apartments) and then try rum and see if it tastes good and hang out for a little bit. It's annoying though, because drunk people, despite their lack of sensitivity, can always identify sober people, and then they ask why you aren't drunk, and try to give you their drink so that you can be drunk together...
I think this is just my summer for self improvement, really. I go running and/or biking and/or swimming every day, I read a lot, I work 40 hours every week, and I practice oboe and I am learning to play guitar, plus I have applied for a couple of scholarships, so I periodically write essays, AND I have gone home a lot. I feel so proud!
I went to a party house last night (the Morgue - great name, right?) and I felt weird because I don't drink, and my friend Carr kept trying to make me drink his beer but beer smells disgusting and I am just not interested - maybe if it was a wine cooler or something, MAYBE, but I hung out a little bit and then walked back to my apartment and fell asleep. I'm so boring. And this kid I know Alec saw me and said "Whoa, I don't think Robert would be proud, seeing you at a party house!" and it was kind of funny, because Robert was at home spending quality time with his family. Anyway tonight I am going to hang out with some girls at Beth's house which is on a lake in Melrose, it will be fun. No one there will be trying to get me to drink beer. Oh yeah and my roommate invited me to get drunk with her on Monday, so I have to think of a graceful way to say no. Although I might accompany her (it is just in the apartments) and then try rum and see if it tastes good and hang out for a little bit. It's annoying though, because drunk people, despite their lack of sensitivity, can always identify sober people, and then they ask why you aren't drunk, and try to give you their drink so that you can be drunk together...