Banjo a go-go? Oh no-no!

Ahh... Christmas. I time of rejoicing in family and friends.... aaaannnddd PRESENTS! hooray! ( 24 hours of "A Christmas Story" is also pretty entertaining). I'm pretty upset that I didn't bring my banjo. What was I thinking? I didn't bring it because I thought I wouldn't have time to play it, with going to Mammoth and all..... oh but little did I appreciate the few precious moments of holding in my hands and playing it that I could have had. Gah! Why?! I went over to Kristin's house yesterday and her dad randomly has this old banjo that makes me sad because it's falling apart. Well, the resonator is just hanging on by a screw; it looks pathetic really. I played it, and it was gastly out-of-tune, and there is only so much my ear could do, but I played a bit and oh goodness, it was so excellent to hear it again, especially when I haven't even picked it up at UCLA for so long (damn you Finals Week! Never Again!)

But it was nice so far this morning. So far, this holiday season has not been ruined due to a family member opinionating or hitting at each other (may I emphasize the "so far?")

*side note: I hate the fact that all punctuation needs to be inside the quotation marks, because really I am referencing "so far" not "so far?" so really it should be "'so far'?"

too complicated.

Anyways, i'm especually upset about the banjo thing considering that I got this excellent intruction/song book that I've been dying for the publishers to com out with for a year now, and now I have it, and I don't have my godamn banjo. Sheesh.

I think I'm going to quit school and devote my life to one of solitude and banjo mastery. And once a year I shall come out into the open and play, and the world will rejoice. Hmmm... naw.

I think instead I'm going to major in Biology with a minor in Interaction, Language, and Cultural Studies, and then this coming year (maybe starting in the winter quarter) work as an EMT, after 4 years of college take a year off to continue working, then my 6th year go to medical school, and continue schooling for the rest of my life because really I'm terrified to enter the real world. Yes. That sounds about right. But really, the success of this plan is built around the assumption that I'm uh... "smart," so we'll just see how it goes, mm-kay?

I wish I had decided to go to Art School. Man, would my life have been easy or what? Haha. no, not really.

When am I going to have time to travel the world this summer?! Godamnit. I hate learning. That's a lie. Susanne, stop lying. Maybe September. Spring break for sure. Maybe go to Mexico for some Mayan adventuring. Jungles. Pumas! (are they there?... I hope so. How am I ever going to fight one off with my bare hands if they don't live there?). I don't know.

Things shift.
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Oh. I saw Andy yesterday. Wow.