I love Slash. I watched Behind the Music: Guns and Roses today and it renewed my love for Slash. I’d forgotten how sexy he is. Okay, that might be weird. Actually, it is weird but what do I care? Who is going to say that Slash isn’t one of the coolest guitarists? I used to love him when I was a kid. I don’t know how I got away with listening to Guns and Roses because my mom was totally overprotective but I did and I wanted to marry Slash. I secretly dreamed of being Mrs. Slash and smoking cigarettes. It’s odd that I turned out to be a total goody-goody. I need to meet a guy that’s in a heavy metal band. It’d be good for me. A guy who has more tattoos than money and is playing the music for music’s sake and not for the fame. Hmmm… that would be good. I can see it now: I meet him at a bar where my car just happens to break down outside of (because I never go to bars on purpose) and he offers me a ride on his motorcycle. We fall in love at a Metallica concert and get matching tattoos over our hearts. We name our first male child Slash and the second Harley. Then it’s happily ever after. Ahh… my dream life. I sprained my ankle a couple days ago. This is my luck. Just when I’m getting better from my cold I slip in the kitchen and sprain my ankle. It hurts like Hell. I’m slightly depressed. Honestly, if it’s not one thing it’s another. I’m homesick too. I miss the mountains and my family. I can’t wait for school to start. My ankle is swollen and I’m just kinda shuffling around like an eighty year old. It would be comical if it wasn’t painful. Last night I just lay on my bed for hours on end. I could not get to sleep but since my ankle was hurting I couldn’t get up and do anything. I watched Celebrity Poker Showdown for two hours. Then MTV videos… I didn’t realize that there were so many bands who wear masks. I don’t like people who wear masks. They’re terrifying. Not just normal masks but scary-weird-terrifying masks. What is that about? I don’t understand. Of course, I don’t understand anything really.