Needless to say, I could get my harp out of this burning hell and am now harp-less. That shit was on loan.

Fuck this school. Fuck it hard.

I guess now I'll be staying off campus with Ren someone. Good job, Tsunade. You win for being the most incompetent headmistress at a school ever.

Dickhead (re: Kiba), what are practices looking like this semester for the band? I'm a busy person, you know.

By the way, your mom is way too awesome to have given birth to a lamer like you.


That is all.

The garage has been kind of quiet lately and the pay is still shit. I got a gig writing a jingle for a Japanese soft drink commercial which will bring in at least a little income for now.

There's an empty space for rent near the school that would make an awesome record shop. It's in a pretty prime location. I think my next project will be to bone up on business and buy it.

Zaku, eat something before you get even skinnier.

Back.

Leaving the country.

Will be back whenever.

Men are fucking useless.

I should have gone lesbian ages ago.

It would be helpful if I actually knew how to work these lights.

Just saying.



[later] Okay. I figured out the spotlight and how to fade in and out. One button, apparently, calls out for pizza. Anything more complicated will have to be done by an AV geek.

Finally, I can stop eating food that comes in cans because I saved up enough money to buy my dream motorcycle. It's a 1983 CB1100F, 1100cc of purring, lovely, perfection.

I think this is the first time I have ever been in love. ♥