So last night Karaoke was off and a band played at Buffington's Albyon forgive me if I messed that up. Honestly I don't know how good they were because we left before I had heard one song. But I'm getting ahead of myself. We were sitting talking this being Shannon, Laura and I when Jonathan (white black guy) joined us. Somehow this turning into singing about Vaginas but I'm getting ahead of myself again. We went back to my house the four of us plus one and Jonathan broke out my guitar. I haven't heard it played in years he's pretty awesome (tuned it in G I believe)(thought you'd like that) anyways he started teaching me to play Blackbird (beatles) I am going to learn to play guitar if it kills me. I already think I'm pretty awesome. So Jonathan who I thought might potentially be an ass hole turns out to be pretty freaking awesome. He views on me were fucked to he thought I might be a stuck up bitch. Not so much. Anyways we talked about my confidence, my wrist, me being born in a plane over New York City, that I'm a lot like Sam from Garden State and music. Awesome he's a cool cat. Hope our encounters are more frequent.
Anyways Laura was drinking Capitan Morgan and singing about her balding poodenda crazy crazy stuff I wish I had hooked up my camera and posted it on YouTube because it was some hilarious stuff.
My night started off shitty and I had been told I'm immature by more than one person but fuck it some things you aren't meant to be mature about in regards to one person and sometimes it's easier to be immature than face the music to the other.
I'm okay now but I'm still a little sore from the entire texting event but it doesn't matter and I'm not bringing it up. Don't want to be dramatic. So one again keep the hurt on the inside and everything will be okay.
By the way Jonathan I think may be someone I see myself confiding in I can let things off my chest with him and it's nice because he seems like he genuinely cares.
so much the same yet so different...xx
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