I play that guitar until my fingers beg for mercy. I really like acoustic. I really like making music. I'm glad to be back. Yes, back. It's like I've returned to this old person I used to know. I should throw myself a welcome back party/bubble fest. Today I went to Brittany's with my boy. He gets so off and bummed sometimes when we're at school. Once we got to Brittany's, he recovered. We all talked a lot, and then we watched Waking Life together. I swear, it was like having a threesome plus porn for the mind. I almost couldn't move when it ended because my brain was flooded with so many thoughts. I honestly think that if brains could throw up, mine would have. Part way through the movie I wanted to fall asleep because the thoughts were exhausting my brain, and then other times I wanted to cry because I needed to let something out of my head. I guess I should just leave it at it was amazing. It opened my eyes and scrambled and organized my brain and said hello and goodbye to me all at the same time. No drug will ever take me there. I feel like he's given me so much, so much to attatch myself to. These ideas, these thoughts, these talents. I feel like I've given nothing. I don't have anything to give. Everything I have is locked inside my head and I haven't yet found how to let it out. Maybe he'll love me when I find my outlet. For now, the guitar will do. I'm not a guitar player, and I don't think I would like if someone said that I "play the guitar". Sure I do, but not seriously I guess you could say. It's a relationship. I do it because I like it, and it's actually kind of personal in that way. I don't want people to butt in. It's odd the things I get attatched to.