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Yay, Goose is back.

Instead of catching up on Lady Audley's Secret, 280 pages of which I'm supposed to have read for my Queer England class today, I have been combing eBay and obsessing over my violin. It is actually cradled in my lap now. It is so sad. I wish I could play it. I've spent all morning wishing I could play it. When I quit at age 9 everyone said I'd regret it and I said, "Pshaw! I'd rather be playing outside or watching The Monkees than practicing!"

What a fool I was.

So now, as an Adult, every few months I take out old Siggerson (still not sure how to spell it but that's his name) and I tune him up best I can and screeeeeeeeeech along to Aimee songs or over Andie MacDowell's voice in Andie MacDowell movies. Really it sounds so very terrible. I spent all morning trying to make the broken E string somehow fit in the peg, and then, in a flash of brilliance, stripped the old baby-violin of its E string.

I envy anyone who can actually play a musical instrument.
Let's take Aimee. (Might as well, right?) She's a guitar goddess who got so good at the guitar that she needed a NEW challenge and started taking piano lessons. In the middle of a brilliant career, at age 40, after winning AWARDS for playing the bass and stuff, she learns a new instrument.

AND she's an example of postmodernism in my sociology textbook.

I hope when I'm 40 I'm no longer living with my parents. That's my One Big Ambition.

Until then, Siggerson and I will be practicing our ear-scorching rendition of Choice in the Matter.

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