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Yesterday was very long. I went to school from 9:30 to 3:00-had a history exam and in which I filled up two blue books and the rest of my classes were all lecture. At 3:30 I went to work and had the slowest day ever. There were no costomers, so I just read music magazines for most of my shift. I now know more pointless things about bands I care nothing about. Even on a day as slow as yesterday, I can't believe how many people steal porn. What's even more baffling is, no matter how hard you try, you never see them doing it. If there is an afterlife, there is surely a special place for this breed. I got off work at 9:30 and met up with some friends in Berkeley, where I proceeded to get obscenely drunk. When I woke up yesterday, I had no idea I would be singing along to Sinatra with great gusto and threatening to assult a good friend for slandering ol' blue eyes. I'm never violent, nor am I that big of a Sinatra fan. Finally we all got kicked out of my friends house, because he had to get some sleep for school today, but I was in no shape to drive. Thankfully a less intoxicated friend of mine needed a ride home and knew how to drive a stick. We went to his house, where we drank more. ::fade to black:: ::Fade back in:: Extreme head pain, spinning room, detrimental smell of bacon. Who theFUCK is cooking bacon?! I think my brain was a little sore about me kicking him out last night, because he came back extremely enraged and inflamed. I'm going to go take more Advil.

updated to say:

I will own this guitar! \m/ \m/