I rocked at guitar practice. Mental note: Ask him next week to teach me Beatles' Black Bird.
I watched the season finale of Degrassi.
With Smallville going on break for the summer after last week's geekgasmic season finale, I have Friday nights again. (Whoops, I forgot to watch WWE Smackdown. Oh well.) So ...
I did reconnaissance around the Red Robin. Jazz was working tonight. Normally her bangs fall to the left, but tonight she had a clip that made it go right. Cute. I see she gets to snack on a free burger during her break time. That's all in my database.
I visited Salina's parents to help them transfer the footage I shot of their band's performance last week onto their computer. Fail. Something's wrong with their computer. So we hung out:
- I missed their daughter Sable, who likes to cook and made a mess without cleaning it up. I met her last week and she was aight-looking.
- They offered some Dragon OG, but I had to tell them I quit.
- They think college suckers people and that educational institutions don't teach kids how the monetary system works and today's "children are screwed because of it."
- They went to college in their 30s.
- The fish tacos they gave me were made from fish that they caught themselves.
- I met their granddaughter, but I'm not sure which one of their kids is the mom (probably Salina's daughter).
- Apparently, I can't play guitar unless it's acoustic and not in front of people. That was embarrassing.
- They're concerned that my answer to why I'm alone on a Friday night and with no girlfriend is because I'm too busy studying.
I went home and rediscovered porn star Bailey O'Dare. Then stumbled onto the facebook of this chick instructor who was described as a "real animal" (see entry 2/3/10) and whom I trained under for one session. They're both in my database. I ended the night by extracting the database.
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