Up at a reasonable time today! like 6:40, only hit the snooze button once! Hooray! Grab Yo La Tengo for the ride, it'll do.

School, schooly. Mrs. Burke liked most of my shots for Photography, which is good. I think my portfolio for final exam will be shows in Providence. Going to AS220 for credit! Band was alright, my playing was a little off, but a combination of the bass and my technique is so finicky. Some days it will be great, others it will be not-so-great... Sub in civics, in the library, spend the time with Bill looking up crazy people in the Westboro Baptist church (You know, the GodHatesFags people?) Fred Phelps, their headpersons, was a civil rights lawyer. Let me make this perfectly clear. This man who tells us that 9/11, the mine collapsing in West Virginia, and soldiers being killed in Iraq are all because God is trying to punish us for our TOLERANCE towards homosexuals, was a FUCKING CIVIL RIGHTS LAWYER for black people against people who ...would not tolerate black people... My head felt like it was going to explode. Then Steve saw someone banging on the emergency door, and opened it. Despite big large print signs saying "STOP" and "NOTICE, THE DOOR USED FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY". Celia said he probably has ADHD up the wazoo and just never got the proper diagnosis for it. Makes sense, but he sure is dumb as a stump. Bill and I then contemplated getting a shovel for a few whacks at the back of the head to level us out into the bell curve of intelligences. Being smarter than the general public is really, really frustrating sometimes.

Home: Dicking around on internet, dog walk. Watch a little bit of a documentary on 70s film making, very interesting considering how so many movies were considered "low-budget" and were swept under the rug until these directors did amazing things with them.

Get a call from Dan asking 6:30 practice. Do my homework, talk to mom. Fill up my tank o gas and get a gallon of skim in the process. Not before grabbing the compilation of Chris's music for the ride. Listening to it, he is a very good songwriter, although the recordings are lo-fi as fuck. Some of the keyboard parts the keyboard player is playing don't really fit the song, and I wish he had another sound besides the annoying Faux-fasa organ. But the songs still stand up. I feel a little connection with him as best as I could.

Practice: Fine, a little slow going at first. I was kinda just coasting along and being in and out of it, which made Nick a little frustrated. But we get going and I like some parts I've come up with, although I've noticed I'm very more a chord progression player rather than a riff player... again, have to work on that.

Out, home again before picking up a pizza. Internet, shower, blogging, to bed.