I miss my friends. Seriously, I've spent my whole summer without them save for one mega-awesome-splattertastic-smelling-like-sour-milk-the-next-day birthday food fight. That was almost too much fun.

Being passed back and forth between my parent's houses gives me plenty of time to think about everything from bass guitar jazz solos to how I need to get off my keister and be productive.

I've been practicing in jazz band for the past eight weeks and our recital is this Sunday at 2:30. [link] I invite you all to come! Don't worry about my mediocre playing. Basses are tuned too low to break glass or eardrums. You're safe.

Does anyone out there NOT hate Green Day other than me and the thousands of people who crammed ourselves into the Amway Arena Wednesday night? Anybody?

So, this was me being random. It was a lot more interesting in my head. With practice I'll be more intriguing.

Peace.