In retrospect, smashing my cheap 100$ first-act guitar into the ground in fury might not have been the greatest idea. Whereas i noticed some body damage (whoopdeedoo), when i decided to take it back up today, i realized that the only thing holding it together was the plastic pickgaurd; i had shattered the body. Whilst trying to restring it, it just fell apart into all sorts of pieces. LOL.
oh well.
im bored out my mind. videogames can only do so much. I think im going to MAKE room in my cousins room to exersize, he hasn't been around for me to ask and he's so lit all the time i think he'll appreciate what would look like cleanliness.
im going stir-crazy, but without the fun of ghosts, zombies, or murder. or any fun at all, really. Ya know what really, really pisses me off?
The only real seat of entertainment is the living room, which my uncle has been taking naps in, WHEN HE HAS HIS OWN ROOM AND TV, thus totally incapacitating me in being able to do anything without waking him up.
I would have been a marty mcfly had i real parents, and not the brainless (though not heartless) automatons i grew up with. instead, i ended up a loser felon with the world shitting on me at every turn.
well, reruns of futurama come on in an hour. and i've sent out some emails, wtf, where is da replies man?
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