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Monday, December 10, 2001
 
So I think I'm in a band now.

My friend Adam has a few songs written with another guitarist and they invited me to come jam with them. I went over and jammed ysterday and we meshed really well. Adam seemed happy with mad drumming skills, asked if I'd be interested in doing it again, I said yes. Now we need a bass player and we'd have a band. I've never actually played in a band outside of school, it's kind of a weird feeling. The songs are good though, and could totally get radio play, which would just be awesome. They are a little heavier than some of the stuff on the radio now, but not so heavy that they'd never get played. I'd shit myself if I heard my band on the radio.

Last week of school this week. Normal day of class tommarrow, sociology final on tuesday and then in class english essay on wednesday. Then it's DONE!

So I've been to Best Buy three times in three days. I figured since had not gotten a call I'd just go in there and talk to someone in person. You know, impress them with my determination and shit. Here's how it went:

Friday - "Oh yeah, you need to talk to Arlene, she left an hour ago. Try tommarrow, early afternoon or so."

Saturday - "Oh Arlene? She's not in for another 2 hours, can you come back? No? Ummm, she'll be here all day tommarrow"

Sunday - "Arlene? She's in Marin all day today and tommarrow. Let me have your number, I'll tell her to call you first thing when she gets back."

This is really starting to suck, all I want is to work. Is that too much to ask?
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