on the bathroom floor

The first three strings on my electric guitar have rusted till an icky stage where you have to wash your fingers a lot after playing. Well, it's definitely my fault because I never cleaned the strings or used any form of maintenance on it. It's also really out of tune and I bet the amp totally hates my ass for leaving it sitting there in my room gathering dust.

I'm really surprised that my mom hasn't started screaming to me yet about the white elephant stuff [and the guitar is white...] Probably gonna buy new strings and bring it to the AOR this weekend. I promise I will play after the exams. Promise.

And I'm having random thoughts about how stupid bimbos will slap their foreheads in the future, thinking about how much of their lifetime they spent being idiots. It's kinda funny. Losers...

I really can't shut up right? Got home today and spent a while looking for the envelope with all the letters you wrote to me...never found them. I only found one where you said you wanted to exchange those letters. I'm really wondering why there was a need to say that when we were already sending them to each other. Hmm. I hope you still have all of mine then. I hope you haven't forgotten. But you probably have.