Whoa! Its been a while since I've written a new entry. I dont know why. Plenty of stuff has been happening. Maybe that is the problem. This weekend I was not home at all. I spent friday night working, saturday morning with my parents, Saturday night at Justin, Brandon, and Brian's, Sunday morning with. . . What did I do on Sunday morning?  
          Yeah I went to go visit my daughter. That wasn't that great. It bothers me that I never get to bring her home with me but my ex lives with 3 other guys. I know them and they aren't good influences. Sunday night I hung out with Lalo earlier and Julia/ Romeo later. Yesterday I spent the morning at Emily's, the early evening at the Hi-lite (the stink-saturated bar down the street that everyone loves to go to.) and the late evening at my place with Paige. Then I went to her place and got maybe 3 hours of sleep tops. Totally worth it though.
          I bought some new parts for my electric and fixed it yesterday afternoon sometime. It was way more work than I expected but it felt very constructive, productive, and ect. Bryan brought his Ibanez back over since he can't find any other safe place to keep it and last night Paige had her ovation over. My roomate walked into my room and said, "It seems like every time I turn my back these things breed. Theres always more of them."
          There were only 7 of them. My apartment in Sheldon had more. Every room except the bathroom had a guitar in it . I'm sure there would have been one in there too if we weren't afraid the shower would warp them. Hell- even the kitchen had a Jasmine floating around. They just litered the living room.
          That bathroom bit reminds me. I played guitar while using the facilities for the first time ever a few nights ago. The guy at Midbell's said it was awesome and it totally is. It's better than reading one of those crappy sports magazines my roomate keeps floating around the toilet. It seemed to catch him off guard though. He heard me playing and walked into the bathroom not expecting to find me taking a 
          Remember that Spanish test I mentioned? I got a 91%. Sweet. I also hung sheets over the windows and doors and it is sooo much warmer. I pretty much had to do it. The other night when I came home my front door was broken (wouldn't shut all the way.) and Erik was begging his ex to take him back. He says he doesn't know what happened to it.
          Here is a picture of me playing a Sammick Royal BS-2. It was a beautiful guitar but I didn't have an amp so I sold it. I wish I hadn't. My hair and gotee were dyed blonde.