I am currently wishing that I’d bothered to use up the three or four year old iTunes gift cards I have sitting at home. I could really use some new music. That’s not to say I don’t have songs I’m currently listening to, but I do wish they were on my music player so I could carry them around with me. Then again, there’s also the issue of me not having a functioning pair of headphones right now, which means borrowing the ones my roommate owns and is oh-so graciously lending me at times.
In terms of playing music, I would really, really like a capo for my guitar so that I can move on to learning some of the other sheet music I have that requires one. I’ve nearly mastered all the songs that I can master for the music I have without a capo, which would mean getting some new sheet music or getting a capo. Frankly, I think both (and a trip to the library) are in order.
Thankfully my birthday is coming up, which means that I can ask for capo and new headphones . . . assuming my dad still has his job and my parents can spend money on gifts. *growl* I dared bring up my birthday the other day and I got a barely concealed tongue lashing over not asking for things that we may not be able to afford. The thing is that I really don’t have that much that I want. There are maybe four items, and two of them are general and would allow me to do my own shopping. Guess I’ll be waiting to see if this will be a birthday with gifts, or one without.
Yes, that’s right. I am embarking on a project that I will begin in the not so distant future. If I am successful in doing so, you will all know about it. If I am not successful, well, let’s just say I may need your sympathies. Let the planning for the secret project begin!
P.S. Also, sorry for my lack of posts here of late. I’ve been kind of uber busy and unfortunately, of this journal, the journal I keep for myself and the one I’m being forced to keep for a class, this one is the one that escapes my notice. I will try and remedy that soon.
I don’t feel great at the moment–although comparatively I’m better than I’ve been. My allergies are kicking in hardcore, and I’m annoyed with feeling shitty, since I have been since the night before. Not being able to breathe and having a crushing headache gets old pretty fast. In other words, I’m glad I feel less awful than I have been before.
But that’s not what I’m sick of.
I got a call from my mother asking how I was, and I made the mistake of mentioning something that I’m probably doing next weekend with my boyfriend. She proceeded to go into all the reasons why I shouldn’t do it, including a couple things that felt to me like indirect digs at said boyfriend. Maybe I’m being paranoid, and I hope to hell I am, but knowing my parents, I’m pretty sure that’s not the case. I’m so fed up of trying to defend this person I care about so much from a group of people who I also care about, and every time I have to I feel like I’m slowly being torn apart.
Am I going to do the thing next weekend with my boyfriend? I really want to, but I don’t want the allergies to kick in again because I’d be outside a ton. Most importantly, I don’t want to give my parents the satisfaction of being right, and giving them more to snip at me–at HIM–about.
We’ll see. I have a week to decide.
"Ride Forever" by Paul Gross. It’s from a TV show called Due South, that aired in the nineties. It’s most played status is mostly a result of my family I think . . .