Went for a walk. Passed by a cute girl sitting on a ledge with a skateboard. Like, 2 feet away. Would have been a totally opportune moment to start a conversation, but I couldn't tell if it was a small boy until I passed and looked from the other side, which was down a flight of stairs

& after I made my conformation she skated away. Balls.
So I walked around more being all "fuck, I shouldn't have passed that up, etc." and eventually decided to stop in my school's art building. Went to the xylophone room and someone from the jazz group left their kit in there. I jammed out on that fucker for over an hour, just pounding and trying to coordinate my limbs as best I could. So much fun. Right leg is sore from pumping out bass hits but I could totally do this as a form of exercise. Might have to piece together a small kit and find a practice space
