i didn't feel like tofu dogs and vegan potato salad today. i had been looking forward to it but just wasn't in the mood for it on the day of. i just didn't feel like doing anything. it's a holiday so you should look forward to doing something special. my problem was that i could not think of a single thing that i wanted to do. i was indifferent. bored to death, almost literally. so then i started acting shitty (subconscious revenge) but realized it soon enough to still make something of the day. i got my ass up, bought some fireworks, and lit them for the first time in years. probably since high school. happy independence day america.

oh, i practiced some bass today after a long absence from music. i knew i'd have to build up some blisters before my hands got used to the thickness of bass strings but i just didn't want to push it--i hate blisters. i really didn't practice that much. i played some white stripes, joy division, and bauhaus but it was the fucking cure that gave me blisters. "boys don't cry" gave me a blister on my right hand's thumb because it was substituting for a pick. because of that, i tried to play a bit more properly with my right hand but ultimately i had to stop practicing because "killing an arab" gave me a blister on my left hand's ring finger and i just couldn't play anymore with a reduced set of fingers. then at twiddle thumbs's parents' house, since her little sister plays mariachi music, i just had to play "seven nation army" on the guitarron and it sounded freakin' awesome! how about an alternative rock mariachi cover band?