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Chrisbro has kidnapped my guitar. I think all the Metallica he's been listening to has made him want to learn how to play. It's kind of nice to listen to, even though the only thing he can play reliably is a G chord. Maybe it's just because I don't think anything can sound bad on acoustic guitar. Except maybe Chris plays guitar.

I think the computer room is my new favorite room in the house. It's mostly empty now, just yellow and a computer and the old wingback armchair that we've had for longer than I've been alive. It's still kind of comfortable, especially when one sits on it sideways, and I always sit in armchairs sideways. I can't focus for anything when I'm trying to work in my room, even with all the calming, soothing purple, but the yellow does it for me for some reason.

I don't feel like dealing with most people at all right now, and the list of people I don't feel that I have to deal with is shrinking. Maybe it's because I haven't really talked to anyone for a week or so, maybe I haven't talked to anyone because I'm feeling like a hermit. Either way, it's becoming one of those things where a part of me recognizes the sullen ridiculousness, but the majority says "screw you," and behaves, well, teenager-ish anyways. The mature part wants to call someone or something, but the other part is driving, more-or-less, and just wants to sit around and act moody.

I wish junior year hadn't started in such a nasty fashion. I wouldn't be having as much trouble with stress if we hadn't gotten two essays in the first week, and if I hear Chris talking about how he didn't have to write two essays and that his English essay is due later than ours I swear I will hurt him. I'm feeling massively stressed. Although that may have more to do with the fact that I have two overdue essays in the first half of the first six week period. Hm.