Hey everybody~~!!
I have the mood for writing blog now~
but.....one problem!!
Nothing to write~!!
so.....I decided to post chapters of
"The Kind of Friends We Used to Be" here~~
Okay with you guys??
If not..
Ignore everything that I post about it~~
Or you can read it~~
Whatever~~=)
Ohh!
And if this symbol: {My Opinion}appears,
It's not part of the book~
just my opinion...
OK~?
START!!!!
I have the mood for writing blog now~
but.....one problem!!
Nothing to write~!!
so.....I decided to post chapters of
"The Kind of Friends We Used to Be" here~~
Okay with you guys??
If not..
Ignore everything that I post about it~~
Or you can read it~~
Whatever~~=)
Ohh!
And if this symbol: {My Opinion}appears,
It's not part of the book~
just my opinion...
OK~?
START!!!!
[Chapter 1: playing guitar]
When Kate decided to play guitar, she realized she would need new shoes. All her life she had worn gym shoes, running shoes, soccer cleats, hiking boots, and red Chuck Taylor high-tops, whatever kind of sport shoe made the most sense at the time. Her mother didn't even bother buying her dress shoes anymore. A woman she worked with had a daughter with Kate's exact shoe size who they could borrow from in cases of emergency, such as Kate's second cousin Janice's wedding this past July.
~~But as a future guitar player, Kate had new wardrobe responsibilities. She knew this from watching the girl guitar players on MTV2 over at Marcie Grossman's house. {Whoa!! Who wants to have a last name like that~??} She wasn't allowed to watch MTV2 or regular MTV or any show that was remotely interesting at her own house, so she had to go to Marcie's to get caught up on significant cultural events. The week before there had been a special on girls with guitars, and watching it Kate got this flying feeling, like she had just discovered a new continent, one where you could say what you wanted or be who you wanted as long as you were holding a guitar. This was her continent, Kate decided. This was where she belonged.
~~There were at least two kinds of girl guitar players, Kate noted. There was, for instance, the retro girl guitar player. This was not Kate's type. Kate didn't wear 1950s prom dresses, or makeup, and platform shoes or sandals with spiked heels were completely out of the question. She'd tried making pouty{If you dunno what this means~ check for: POUT} faces in the mirror, but mostly she looked like she was going to throw up.
~~But there was another kind of girl guitar player. This kind wore jeans and T-shirts and, most importantly, really cool shoes. Sometimes she played acoustic guitar, sometimes electric, sometimes her hair was short and spiky, sometimes it was long and hung in her face. But no matter what, this kind of guitar player girl always had shoes that made you pay attention. Big black boots, cowboy boots, combat boots, whatever kind of shoes she wore, they were shoes that said, Don't mess with me, or, You will never be as cool as I am, so don't even try.
~~Kate needed shoes like this in her life. {Will it kill you if you don't have them?? hahaha!!}
When Kate decided to play guitar, she realized she would need new shoes. All her life she had worn gym shoes, running shoes, soccer cleats, hiking boots, and red Chuck Taylor high-tops, whatever kind of sport shoe made the most sense at the time. Her mother didn't even bother buying her dress shoes anymore. A woman she worked with had a daughter with Kate's exact shoe size who they could borrow from in cases of emergency, such as Kate's second cousin Janice's wedding this past July.
~~But as a future guitar player, Kate had new wardrobe responsibilities. She knew this from watching the girl guitar players on MTV2 over at Marcie Grossman's house. {Whoa!! Who wants to have a last name like that~??} She wasn't allowed to watch MTV2 or regular MTV or any show that was remotely interesting at her own house, so she had to go to Marcie's to get caught up on significant cultural events. The week before there had been a special on girls with guitars, and watching it Kate got this flying feeling, like she had just discovered a new continent, one where you could say what you wanted or be who you wanted as long as you were holding a guitar. This was her continent, Kate decided. This was where she belonged.
~~There were at least two kinds of girl guitar players, Kate noted. There was, for instance, the retro girl guitar player. This was not Kate's type. Kate didn't wear 1950s prom dresses, or makeup, and platform shoes or sandals with spiked heels were completely out of the question. She'd tried making pouty{If you dunno what this means~ check for: POUT} faces in the mirror, but mostly she looked like she was going to throw up.
~~But there was another kind of girl guitar player. This kind wore jeans and T-shirts and, most importantly, really cool shoes. Sometimes she played acoustic guitar, sometimes electric, sometimes her hair was short and spiky, sometimes it was long and hung in her face. But no matter what, this kind of guitar player girl always had shoes that made you pay attention. Big black boots, cowboy boots, combat boots, whatever kind of shoes she wore, they were shoes that said, Don't mess with me, or, You will never be as cool as I am, so don't even try.
~~Kate needed shoes like this in her life. {Will it kill you if you don't have them?? hahaha!!}
OK!!
My hand is starting to sore~~
hehe!!
So until I've got nothing to write~
I'll post more~~
Phew!!
I need to stop typing now~~
Hope you guys enjoy the story!!
My hands are typing so fast that I can't even imagining myself
type that fast!!
Happy~~
SMILING AT MY BOOK~~
[I'm dumb, right? xD]
Gotta go~
STOP!! FINGERS STOP!!
Bye-bye~~
=)
My hand is starting to sore~~
hehe!!
So until I've got nothing to write~
I'll post more~~
Phew!!
I need to stop typing now~~
Hope you guys enjoy the story!!
My hands are typing so fast that I can't even imagining myself
type that fast!!
Happy~~
SMILING AT MY BOOK~~
[I'm dumb, right? xD]
Gotta go~
STOP!! FINGERS STOP!!
Bye-bye~~
=)
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