I bought myself a present. Yes, this present for myself was so wonderful, I had to stop my frantic homework-not-doing, just to tell you about it. It was... three guitar picks. Yes, and they're lovely too. I have a heavy, marbled dark blue one, that is shiny, and makes me feel happy just looking at it, a medium purple one, which is clear and plain, but is my favorite color, so I love it just as equally. And I have a teal one that's super heavy, but doesn't have a label. It's covered in scratches; which is my favorite decoration. My iPod was scratched so badly, that when people looked at the back, they gasped and exclaimed "What have you done?!"
Now it is covered in a lovely skin that the Easter Bunny gave me. The iPod; not the guitar pick.
I was at guitar today; not a half hour ago actually, and my guitar teacher told me that I care too much. He also said I should stop practicing the guitar, and instead practice on being okay with making mistakes. Then he laughed at me, for making a sound of pain when I played the wrong chord.
Clearly, I am not appreciated as a student.
My favorite song just came on. I don't get to hear it often, seeing as I refuse to click on it to play it first. It has to come on by itself, to surprise me.
Now I must go, to actually do my homework, and to dance spasmodically to the music. Only three minutes left of the song!
And, ew. My dog just drooled on me. Disgusting creature.
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