My mom's dreaming. I can hear her. I ripped my baby toenail off tonight (sorry for the complete lack of relation to my first paragraph). It's grown funny ever since a screen door took it off in Hawaii when I was in fourth grade - only attached to the nail bed a little bit, so it gets partly ripped all the time. I went to take off the excess and ended up pulling the whole thing off - tearing it right our of its imbedding on the side of the nail. Now it's nice and bloody. Yum. I'm seriously considering abandoning guitar in favor of art. Like, I enjoy guitar to the core, but to go where I want to go I will have to buy an electric. For the same price, I could get a rock and roll tablet. Guitar, I have no idea whether I'm good now or if I will ever be good. Art, I know I at least have the potential to be good. Bleah. We got our take-home tests back in Statistics today. I would have had 100% if I hadn't omitted some of the intermediary steps. Like, I used all the right information to get all the right answers, but I lost points for not writing out the information used. It was the lowest test grade I've earned all semester but hey, it's still an A so I'm happy. The addition to the house is really coming along. My new room is beautiful . . . the blonde Pergo wood flooring is installed, the fan light is in, the walls are painted, the closet doors are hung. I started painting the door and doorjamb today and it could conceivably be ready for me to start moving in within the next few days. My dad's friend, Pat, has been hanging around helping out. His wife and kids left him like a year ago so he has a big four bedroom house all to himself. He's asked me (jokingly, I believe) if I wanted to be his roommate before. Now he says he wants me to preserve the new room so he can move in as soon as I'm gone. So, I've made a decision. I'm not going to be selfish anymore . . . Pat can have the new room. I, the self-sacrificing one, will take his house.
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