.My bags are packed I'm ready to go.

I had a to-do list today.

-Clean my room

-Go for a bike ride

-Visit my G-ma

-Hang out with Skot

-Go to Shoppers

-Spend at least 15 mins with my guitar.

I saw my grandmother at 12 and that was it.

My sweet little BlackDog guitar, a Shaun tutorial, a pic, a blanket and outdoors and you have all the makings of my sweet ass Monday.

When Janna got home from school at 4 I was still out there.

It's now 10 pm and I'm thinking about sleep, but litterally, I've been playing since 1pm.

You'd think I'd be a rockgod by now, eh?

I'm actually pretty pleased with my wee little self, I've learned the basics of 4 songs in a day...I have no idea if that's an actual accomplishment, but it feels like it.

Days like today make me think I can do anything, if I really want it badly enough, and spend a whole day trying to obtain it. Days like today also remind me how much I'm enjoying my alone time.

This is going to sound horrible, but today made me not care that my social life is almost non-existant. I think if I were stranded on an island I'd be fine as long as I had my guitar (and a method of learning new songs) ... (and food).... (and some form of shelter)...(and cigarettes.)...(and booze)

I think this counts as day 5 in my anti social campaign...and for the first time, ever, I don't mind.

I think I'm in love.

I wish there were more hours in the day, or that I didn't have to work. I'd just keep playing.

The only thing missing is a name for my little beasty.

"You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. "