Sep 11, 2004 18:51
Guess what.
I want my fucking fast fret back. I just bought the shit. It cost me 12 dollars. I only used it 3 times. Give it back. Fuck!
Guess what.
On my way to work, I fell off my skateboard and scraped my hand, elbow, and knee... oh and my belt buckle. I bashed my hip really hard, and it made it really difficult to stand for 8 hours serving snotty brats pizza subs. I had to limp to work instead of skating fast, downhill. As a result I was late. As i went in, disoriented and bleeding, my manager demanded I be on time next time... as if lateness is actually a problem with me.
Guess what.
Bob and I have written, in entirety, the bass and guitar parts for 2 songs. We're having trouble getting the whole band lineup together, which is killing me, because the songs are really dangerous.
Guess what.
I go to Western now, and because I registered late, all the classes were taken and my schedule is all over the place. I have 2 maths I can't take because I can't possibly undrstand them. The other courses are good, but, shit. Western's alot nicer campus than is Windsor.
Love you long time,
TCN