I'm on my second bowl of ice cream since I got home. And I want another. I'd stop, but it's just so damn good, and it doesn't make me gain a pound, thanks to the miracle of super-speed metabolism. Don't be jealous - it will catch up with me some day and I'll just expand like a biznotch...hopefully not anytime soon. o_0
*Intermission*
Third bowl. And I'm not ashamed of it.
Alright, now where was I before this delightful bowl of frozen happiness entered my life and made it better? (I'll be okay.) I've realized I've been spending more time playing songs on my guitar than actually sitting down and practicing (chords, theory, finger exercises). So I'm making an adjustment to my guitar schedule, but you can't stop me from downloading more tabs! Speaking of which, as I was looking for some tabs, I noticed a disturbing new trend - the sheer overuse of the word "thingy" in tabs is becoming some sort of disease. It must be stopped. It's not "some kind of noise thingy"...it's distortion, dammit! And it's not an "interlude thingy." The word "thingy" is completely unnecessary in that sentence! And I hate it when people are doing so well labeling "intro," "verse," chorus"...when suddenly they put in "other part." What is that?! That could be anything! Learn people! Rarr. Excuse the ranting, I just get...so...frustrated...
Lareale and Yolanda made up today. I don't understand how easily Lareale can forgive her so soon after Yolanda kissed the guy she's liked since 5th grade (Eric). But whatever, it's not my problem. I don't want to turn into one of those annoying little emo diary-ers who bitches and complains in every single entry. Oh, and Nessa wants a picture of Lareale and Yolanda kissing now that they're friends again. I know, I know - kiss? friends? But they just do that randomly and I don't think they even have a reason, they just do it. *Shrug*
We have new neighbors! With two sons! Woop! One's twelve (waaay too young), and one's sixteen, but I haven't actually met them. Well, I was outside while they were outside playing basketball; but it was nighttime, and it was dark. Yep, sounds like my kinda luck.