dear mum and dad

Nov 13, 2003 22:10

i like my parents. no, i love my parents. but they are too danm chatty. i was trying to have some quality time with them as i felt guilty about never talking to them, and i tried to talk to them about school and university and all that stuff and they each kept changing the subject and talking about their work. so in the end i just left the room. weirdos!

i have a posh do at school tomorrow, presentation evening. i think there is going to be jazz. unless i am very much mistaken. hope i am not, as jazz is ace. however, jazz + parents or jazz + teachers may prove to have disastrous consequences.

i was in a musical mood earlier and picked up my father's ancient acoustic guitar. it is a guitar with a story. i shall tell you the story. when my father was living on his own (after his divorce from his first wife, i think) in a flat, a young lady came to his flat and asked him to mend her boyfriend's guitar. he fixed it, and went to give it to her the next week or so, and she said that she had broken up with said boyfriend, and that he could keep it. so he did keep it. and we still have it. anyway, i can't play guitar, not very well. i can't do chords because my fingers hurt. but i did do some pretty little plukcing things and made some nice tunes. it was fun but now three of my fingers are sore :(

ok i'm going now. byeb ye. x
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