Yesterday, my friend and I went to pick up my other friend but he was in the shower for a really long time, so we just went around his room and turned everything we could upside-down.
I had a really good day today because I went to Guitar Center (a center for guitars, if you didn’t decipher that) and sat down to play. Just trying out a guitar, I just doodle and noodle all over the place, and some kid sits behind a wall from me and starts playing some decent blues stuff.
I play a little improvised solo, and then stop, and he played something else, so I listened. I responded to it, and then he starts playing a basic blues chord progression, still not realizing I’m following him. After I got the chords in my head, I started a little solo while he kept playing, then played the same chords he did. As soon as he realized I was actually playing with him, he started to play a solo of his own, and just like that, we were just doodlin’ and noodlin’ around until I ended on some cliché blues ending and stopped.
An employee passed by as we finished and said, “Hey, that was pretty cool!” I met the boy who was playing with me (his name was Cole, I’m pretty sure) and thanked him for a fun time, and he did the same, then I left with the biggest smile on my face.
One of my favorite things to do is just play along to people, then hearing them respond musically to me, and that was probably the most fun I’ve had all year.
I try not to frequent liquor stores, but my nephew was bugging me to walk him to one around the corner to buy some Hot Cheetos or something, so I did. Some dude in front of me in line asked the dude he was next to for ten cents. He just needed ten cents so he wouldn’t have to break a dollar, I guess. And he was asking everyone for a dime. So I gave him a dime. When he left, he thanked me and gave me a dollar.
Liquor stores are full of surprises.
I didn’t expect anyone to actually ask me about my wiener.
It’s nice to be back.
In other news, THERE WILL BE NO INTERNET AT MY HOUSE UNTIL FRIDAY AND THAT THOUGHT MAKES ME VERY SCARED.
But, whatever. I guess while I’m there, I’ll just be writing stuff and playing through Earthbound again. Ah well.
I had a really good day today and it wasn’t because I nearly exhausted myself trying to keep up with my friends spewing a whole bunch of weird shit about Yu-Gi-Oh! at this collectibles show, but because I bought a goddamn mint condition Mr. Mime card.
Don’t know what to do with it, but I’m keeping it next to my heart until I figure it out.
Today, while I was at a bus stop by my school, some guy from my class came up to me and started talking to me. And we were having a cool conversation about majors and the city and stuff, and then he asked me if I went to a church. I don’t go to church, because I don’t really believe in that sort of thing, but I told him I used to, because I did, with my mother, but don’t anymore. He offered to get me a ride to a not-so-close city to go to church with him and some friends of his, and asked for my number. For some reason, instead of just telling him that I wasn’t interested, I just gave him a number that was so painfully close to my real phone number, but not my actual phone number, glad that he’d never actually be able to reach me, until I realized that he’s in my class and I’ll have to see him like twenty more times this year.
This is why it’s a little important to say no sometimes, kids.
I just took a nice hot shower and am currently running around my dad’s empty apartment in my underwear waving my arms around wildly and I just wanted to say that this is the life.
Also, I grabbed one of his beers out of the fridge so please don’t tell him.
I’m really excited because my dad is in Palm Springs right now, in some surveillance class or something, so I’m at his apartment alone, and I feel so cool because it’s like I have my own apartment.
Time to strip naked and play video games.
Yesterday, I took a train to Los Angeles to visit my girlfriend, and the saddest thing happened to me. While I was stumbling around, trying to find my bus stop, this old, toothless woman asked me where the bus was to LAX. Her hair was messy and matted, and her eyes were very odd-looking and soulless. I’m not a Los Angeles native, so I told her that I didn’t know, but I tried to be helpful and pointed her in the direction of a big layout of the bus bay, so perhaps that would help her.
Then, in a sad, exasperated voice, she looked at me like she was going to cry and said, “I can’t read.”
And I apologized and said I couldn’t help her, then watched her stagger away as my heart broke.
Have you ever just watched birds fly? I was walking to In-N-Out today after school, and a big flock of birds passed over me. It was really cool, because they all turned at the same time, and zig-zagged everywhere, as if they were all unsure of where they were headed, but were unsure in the exact same way. And I wondered if they communicated any of it, or knew what another bird was thinking.
And then I realized I was lost in thought about birds and almost got hit by a car.