So have you ever run into people (guys) that say women belong at home in the kitchen and they actually believe that? Unfortunately this is the mindset of many males (at least where I live). However they are freshmen, but still that's downright shameful. The question pops up. What if the guy's mother found out what he'd been saying about women?
So anyway things have been going well in school and in my family. So really there's not alot going on aside from two huge grades I need to write. It's not so bad, but I just don't have too much time. This brings me to something I feel very strongly about. Also there will be a few more things listed aside from that.
I don't think I'll ever be able to participate simply because of school. Obviously I need to answer a question orally when needed or I need to talk to someone. I can respect the people who actually manage to do so, but as for I, I am simply unable to complete this challenge. As important as it is to our community I can't do it.
So anyway my Vega has been doing very well. I've recently removed the resonator as to reduce it's weight and make it more portable. I've since improved the screws that hold in the tuning gears. The only improvement being I've filed down the stripping of the screws. So it's looks and feels more pleasent.
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I have to admit I am a bit jealous. But of what? The successful rich overprivileged students. What is it I'm jealous of exactly? They can't appreciate their own success. They always want more and can never have enough. I walked by the wall today, it lists the people who are going to college. It's worse that they list the college each student will be attending.
My Mom is back at the house, my Dad is helping her out. It's nice that he took the time to do so. I meanwhile have been at the Grandparents house just living here since it's close to my school, so now all I live for is school. Soon I'm going to go back to regular things in two weeks. So until then, I really can't do anything.
So my Mom has had the corrective sugery for her broken (in three places) ankle. I visited her today along with my grandparents. She seemed to be in good spirits. She's going to need a wheelchair when she gets out of the hospital. I don't know if I'm ready for the responsibilty. This isn't the usual problem, eighteen is going to be the age of responsibilty though.
So today was actually nice, not too many things going on. I haven't seen the "old boyfriend", I think he's avoiding me. I downloaded the album to my phone, so that was good to listen to when I was walking about. I spent some time with favorite teacher and got a text message. Just didn't see any reason to worry.
So me and "possible boyfriend" met up in the morning and hung out, it was pretty cool. I didn't mind it, however something seemed a bit off. I had sent a text message the previous night telling him that we should take things slow. I don't know if that triggered anything, probably not I'm thinking. It was just going smooth.
So anyway today was a real amazing day. The friend who gave me a shy peck on the cheek has admitted he has had a crush on me! :) So anyway we just found each other a bit after classes were over and we hung out. We talked and exchanged numbers and got to know more about each other. OMG! my first kiss, amazing...
A very exciting day was had! Although not exactly that thrilling, it was quite enjoyable for picking back up on a school schedule.
In one of my classes we were watching a recorded play of "Macbeth", interesting yet boring for me (I honestly can't understand Shakespeare [I need lessons or something]). I find that very ironic because I can appreciate the music from the time yet I can't appreciate some of the culture.
I have done some simple research and have come to the obscured conclusion that the banjo itself is from the early 1950's. I removed the resonator and it answered my question of, "Was it originally a open-back banjo?". Yes it was a open-back banjo originally!
My trusty (yet always incapable of fine tuning) Epoch electric hasn't been played for months and it just sat in the music room serving as a decorative piece. Well today I decided to sell it, and lo and behold I saw a Vega banjo in the corner of the pawn shop.
I don't even remember why I felt motivated, but I just felt like cleaning my living space. It really seemed clean on the surface, but just dig beneath the layer of sheets or jackets covering things and voila; boxes, games, books, wires, and more things.
I started to clean my bedroom, starting on Monday. I wonder if I can get on the show "Hoarders: Buried Alive". Ok, maybe it isn't that bad, but it could be worse. So far I've managed to clean; under the bed, next to the bed, behind the book shelf, behind the stereo, and under the bureau.