So. So. French was gay. At least writing was. Other than that... multiple choice was easy, and the fun we have in the class is wonderful. Physics tomorrow? Fuck yeah, I love calculating vectors and velocities and acceleration of objects that move at 45degrees and that have a Net weight of 150N and gravity and frictional force and shit.
Recording on the 11th of February :) 9 hours in a professional studio, if Jesse's parents let him, my dad is willing to give me a 2 hour early dismissal, which, I may add, is pretty awesome since we're scheduled to record from 2-11. My only turn off is that I still have no idea when I'm getting my Telecaster back. It's been 5 days and I have no email or anything from the guy, ohwell I guess, could be worse.
I started thinking about dating and relationships and I can't tell if it's worth it, really, because I've only shown I can't do anything right, at all. Like. It sounds like an amazing idea in my head, that everything'll be alright, but it's not in reality it's not, all because of me. Ever since I've started talking to Cassidy, I've only be more and more surprised by her, pleasantly. She has the best musical taste that I've seen in a girl. Ever. Movie wise? Knowing an obscure 1979 Russian movie? Ohmy (insert heart here, it won't let me for some reason) But. She's too perfect. And that's the catch, you see? Even if I have her as a friend, it saddens me knowing it'll never happen, but, there's not much anything can do about that.
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