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Tuesday

11

January

2005

Here I Come
POSTED in: Ramblings

Today at noon I was convinced that I was heading into a nervous breakdown. I already was thinking about telling my guitar teacher, so that he didnt plan me in for the concert. 😳

Sometimes I think I live in a kindergarden or in an asylum.

I was trying my hardest to prepare for my guitar lesson. I had so much to practise and learn, and I just couldnt concentrate at all. Yesterday and today I warmed my guitar if you want to call it like that. Sitting there staring at the notes, and that was already it.

We are still having our lanterns around, with candles burning. One candle is standing on the table, it is so pretty, and my Mom likes it so much.

So I was sitting and warming my guitar, when I saw a huge flame from the corner of my eye. I look up and the bread paperbag on the table was burning! Now, my Mom sat at the table watching TV, and my Dad sat at the table reading the newspaper, do you think they would have noticed that huge flame?

So many things that drive me into complete insaneness. You would think I would be highly appreciated for thinking for my Mom and Dad, and making sure they dont burn the house down without noticing, far fetched. It was of course my fault that the paperbag was burning.

And so I will go on and on, waiting for that nervous breakdown, just a matter of time.

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One Response to “Here I Come”


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    Nicki
    5:37 pm on January 11th, 2005

    Sweetie, you are really in the same situation as me, guitar lessons aren’t everything and are there to be enjoyed. Talk to me about what is wrong, you know I will always help you.

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