Still sharp...

...are my fingernails, even though I had to cut them again. They get in the way of guitar strings. I found out that the thingy that broke is called a nut, and I got it replaced yesterday. Baby's as good as new, yay. My mom, Jennifer, and I had a jam session in the hallway to drown out the nasty thunderstorm we had this afternoon. It blew out the hall light and set off the smoke detector. The lightning, not my guitar playing. (Heh, I wish I was that good. Or maybe that would be the result of really bad playing...hmm...) But my fingernails, though short, are still just as sharp, since I never file them, so I have retained my weapons in case of mugging. It's a win-win situation.

I don't wanna go back to Columbia. Someone tell me I've lost my mind. It's just that just thinking about class is making me freak out muchly. I say all the time, "I love college. I just hate class." So, so true. I think if I actually had any interest whatsoever in my major, I wouldn't be dreading the main reason I'm supposed to be at college so much. Ehh, it's not like there's any other major I'm interested in and I'm denying myself, so I should be okay with it. I think I'm just tired of school in general. Still, I better enjoy it while it lasts. The only thing less appetizing to me than the thought of classes in a month is the real world looming ever closer to snatch me up in three years. Because after that, there is no more fun. Only bills.

Sigh. "Grown up", my butt...it's times like this that it's painfully obvious to me that I still have a lot more growing up to do.