7.4.2001
 
Six hours spent at the uncle's place for their "party." Mainly kept to myself or chatted with sister sometimes during the whole thing. Amused myself with cousin's electric guitar (extremly shitty Fender) playing the songs I learned how to play and tried writing some parts for the songs I wrote.

At one point I got really really bored, so I decided to call up some of my friends. Christy, no one picks up. Sarah, machine. Mark, on hold via sister for at least half an hour. Then I decided to call Matt's place. I was greeted with multiple high-pitched screamings and such other noises. When things become slightly more coherent, I hear a girl talking, so we made small talk. She mentioned how everyone was talking about my "molestation" of Kristin the other day. Well, it wasn't really molestation. I was just singing "Your Song" to her while getting up really REALLY close.

Anyways, I'm paraded through conversation with at least 5 other girls who all asked me if I thought Kristin was sexy. ("Yes, I think she's sooo goddamn sexy!" "... really?" "Nope. Just kiddin") Matt finally comes on and we start talking about basically everything. At one point he asked me over to his place for the party, but dad wouldn't drive me over to the house. So... that plan fell through the cracks.

Watched the fireworks while on the trampoline. Mediocre show. Great trampoline.

Now, I'm tired. Off to bed for me.

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