I made up my mind
I got the toughness today to take my stitches out. I thought it was going to hurt or at least the alcohol I was pouring on it would. But I think I lost the feeling where I got stabbed by my bike and where the surgery was. So I didnt really feel anything. I only had problems where the stitches had grown into the scab.
So moving on from grossness and on too..... Ok, so I have this idea for a new bike and destroy shirt and it involves a headstone. So I had to go to the cemetary to get a picture. I went and found two really nice ones and got some ok pictures. Whenever I get money to develop them, Ill show ya'll!
Im back in Seattle and bored out of my mind. I wanted to hang out with this cute mormon girl, but she decided against that and everything has changed. Like, at first she was all down with meeting a new boy and crap and then it went downhill. Story of my life. Oh well, things have been looking up a lil bit from certain angles. So maybe one day soon Ill meet someone eventually.
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speaking of relationships. I was just talking to someone and realized, me, not being able to play guitar, could possibly be my downfall. Like, every girl on the plant wants to date a rockstar! I ride a frickin' bike and go to film school. Who wants to date a guy who gets sweaty kid with scabs all over thier shins? I think before I turn 30, I need to take some guitar lessons and if I get good enough, start a pop punk band and meet someone....