A Perfect Day for Harmonicas.

I pick up from yesterday's journal, where I was going to go shopping with Mom. Anyway, she went to the movies with Victoria, and I waited at home for a few hours until she came back around 4, wasted time, and then left with me at 4:30. Our first stop was Riccardo's, where I got her to buy me not one, but Two harmonicas, and a harmonica holder, no less, so now I can play it and guitar simultaneously. Then we went to Rein's, where I got a pretty crummy hamburger. I didn't ask for cheese because I felt I would eat a Kosher lunch on Yom Kippur, just to humor myself I guess. Then I got a haircut. There was a 20 minute wait, so I went back into the car and tried out my new harmonica(s) with and without the contraption. Very nice! Then I went in and got a haircut, and though the barber was a fat homosexual who smelled strongly of tobacco smoke, I tipped him two dollars of Mother's money. Then I went home and played some swingin' blues. Hah, yeah right. Wish You Were Here was the only song I could really play, because I have to improvise the harmonica parts, and it was the only song I really know by heart. I tried to figure out the chords to Nobody Home and Edelweiss, but I wasn't really into it anymore at that point. Ate dinner, did homework, went to sleep with Bio text open and lights on.
Not having set my alarm last night, I awoke at 6:47 and took a 2 minute shower and ate a hot pocket. Derek's dad drove me to school and I brought my crummy harmonica. First, second, and third periods went as usual. Lunch sucked, so I made a salad with lots of the new crunchy crouton strips and loved it. Went up to Roberts, played some harmonica, did my math homework, LEFT my harmonica in the hallway, went to math, was once again criticized by Mr. Clapp for not being involved in the class (which means I'm only going to have a B+ in Math come November), went to Spanish and French, back to Roberts, then the Middle School, and finally, home. I heard a really weird song on the radio, called "games without frontiers" by peter gabriel. I'm sure my subscribers already know it. Download it if you don't. Anyway, now I don't know what to do, cause it's hard to hold a candle in this confounded cold October rain. My hands feel like they are going to freeze or something. K, gonna go and play music. I'm thinking that I will probably start telling people about this LJ soon, maybe next week.