I forgot my password, and thought that this diary had gotten lost due to the fact that I never use it anymore. I hope to keep a wonderful record of my life with this thing. Maybe one day I should print out all of my journal entries. They make wonderful rememories. I play bass guitar now, and I like it, I'm not obssessed but it's 8 months and I still play it every day (I'm no quitter). So stick it to everyone who thought I'd get bored with a two hundred dollar toy. I'll probably get bored after I buy the 300 dollar bass amp I want. Or maybe I'll float off in a wonderful spiral of fame, sublimity, and drugs. Well we'll see about drugs. This is summer 2006, and I'm enjoying myself as of yet: I don't have a job, half-heartedly. I sort of want one, but I also don't really care. What else should I remember about me in 2006, well I'm having fun with jackie again, it's looking up. We (jackie, me, carrissa, and sara:whom you won't remember) went to linoma, and all those girls got thier purses stolen. I remember trying really hard to care, but I didn't have it in me. It wasn't in an evil way, just a indiffrent way. Um I'm actually taking bass lessons, I'm not sure if it is doing me any good, in fact I'd really rather have a book. Ohhh jackie and all my other ethnic friends, john, and uh ... that's it... got into the racist program at uno, where they get to stay in the dorms for a week, and take a class for five weeks. That was important to this summer. Nothing really exciting has happened, and beside being really pissed from time to time it's all been pretty benign. Hopefully I'll get a job and go buy that bass amp. Bye like