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Those are the notes I know. On the guitar. It has been a dream of mine for years to learn to play the guitar. Well, actually I wanted to learn bass, but take what you can get. So last night, after building up courage all day, I went into the music store to ask about lessons. That's right, I had to build courage to ask. I'm not normally that much of a chickenshit, but because this meant so much to me I was scared. Call me a baby I don't care, the thing that matters is I did go. The guy I talked to seemed a little nervous and was really quiet, but he ended up teaching me a lesson when I went back later. I am really glad I was in band for six years cause I can already read music and don't have to learn all that crap. However, I do feel like I'm reverting to sixth grade again when we do some of the simple stuff. I think it's going to be a lot of fun tho.

Shawn called while I was talking to my instructor so I had to tell him I would call him back. When I did, we caught up a bit on what we had been doing lately and we hung up after five minutes. However, tomorrow is his birthday and Saturday is the party, so I'll see him soon.

I really don't want to drink. I haven't had the desire or stomach to be able to lately. I know, that on Saturday, Shawn will be very disapointed if I don't drink. Until he's so krunk that he doesn't the difference and I'll have to take care of him anyway. So I should be sober for that right? I think so.