Well, my summer is coming to it's end. I'm not particularly sad about it though. I'm ready to go off to college. I don't really know why I'm not scared or anything because I haven't really thought about it.

Today I was browsing the settings of my Gmail account, and I noticed I started to link another one of my e-mail addresses to my Gmail one, but never finished.

Then I realized one thing: I had five e-mail addresses including my main one.

Upon the completion of a rather giant facepalm, I proceeded to finish linking the one I saw. Then I linked my third Gmail address in, then my school e-mail address, and one I haven't used in two years: The one from my ISP.

I was rather proud of what I did, but I soon scrolled down the accounts section in my Gmail, and noticed I only gained the authority to send mail from the address I was under the impression I linked.

So I started on the section for the recieving of e-mail of my other addresses, and came to some problems. My other Gmail ones weren't prepared for sharing, and I didn't know the server address of my school. I got my ISP's address set up fine, no hooks.

I immediately popped into my other Gmail accounts, activated sharing via POP3, and went back to my main account. They went through flawlessly.

My school's server was just a giant Outlook Webmail server, of which I was unable to find the name. Gmail guessed it, but it wasn't right. I decided to guess, and say that the two mail systems (For students, and staff) were actually just one server. I removed the "student." part from the guess Gmail put in, and it went through, no hitches. I'm going to say it worked, even though I haven't really tested. I don't have any mail in the inbox of my school e-mail.

I'll send my school address a test mail, and see if it pulls up in my main Gmail account. I wasn't really finished there. It checked the mail of all my addresses. My alternate Gmail addresses and my school address didn't add anything to my main inbox since they lacked mail in their inboxes. My ISP e-mail however, due to it being my main address until I got a Gmail account, had 300 messages in it, and they all reeled into my inbox. I wanted none of them, since the latest dated one was from last year, and nothing in there was important anyway.

I set up filters. Specifically: If an e-mail came in, it would be put into a category based on the address of which it was sent to. I can view all my mail by these categories, and I can assign categories to mail that doesn't or already has passed through a filter already, so now I can view each e-mail based on "whom" it was sent to.

With that finished, I sorted by category, and deleted the 300 messages from my ISP e-mail, and went my merry way.

This having been said, I feel it to be a great accomplishment, due to it taking me two hours, not just to link the addresses and deal with them, but to figure out and remember the passwords to each of them.

I'm off to watch some obscure anime or something. I'm exausted.

Technically, it was, since I graduated on the 25th of May. Technically I didn't graduate either.

Let me explain. Time came to graduation. All my relatives got together on the big day, we hanged out, and we went to dinner. Where I got a migraine. Boy those are fun.

I was actually glad I suddenly got sick. We were going to have the ceremony, even though the place was being rained out just an hour before, so all the seats would have been wet, there would have been humidity choking us to death, and I was to wear three layers of clothing that doesn't breathe.

I expressed disinterest in going for weeks beforehand. My friends were the same. We all conspired to get our diplomas and sneak out, but the administration came down and said, "There will be nobody leaving until the ceremony is over." And to make things more interesting, they wouldn't give us our real diplomas on stage. We'd just get an empty folder.

I did get better very quickly, as I went to the school's graduation party at our local Startime (The Dave & Buster's equivelant in our town,) and I was fine the whole night. I saw all my friends, and had tons of fun playing mini-golf and arcade games and watching movies.

So I've been out of school for a couple of weeks now, and things are rather slow during the days, since I really don't have anything to do, or anywhere to go, or any friends to hang out with. I'm just killing time until my college starts up in August.

Well, back to my music with me.

These last two weeks have been a rollercoaster, pun intended, maybe.

Last week, Tuesday to be specific, we were told to get in groups in my Calculus class and build a working rollercoaster in a week, and bring it in. It's a fairly simple and straightforward process that only requires time.

There were five of us, and mark my verb tenses. Two geniuses, two artistically inclined kids, and a jack of trades of sorts. I'll leave you to place me in the category you think I belong. I could be any one. One of our resident geniuses had the idea of tying the track in a pretzel knot at one point, which is a really cool idea and all, it's just hard to do. We spent all of that week working on that know alone, and when it wasn't working on Friday, we confronted said genius and told her we need to take it out. A tantrum later, we dismantled it and built a bare bones coaster. All of one in the twenty minutes we had.

Our genius took it home to further the technical aspects of the coaster, and to try to get that knot working.

Monday, she returns to Calculus with the coaster, telling us she finally got the knot working, and we could focus on the rest of the ride. We tested it, and it failed. Every time. We spent the whole hour trying to fix the damned thing, to no avail.

She once again took it home, the coaster due the next day, yesterday if you aren't keeping track, and said she'd get it working by nine and pass it to one of our artsy members for the theming.

Everything on Tuesday was fine and dandy until fifth period Calculus, when our beautiful coaster came in. It was amazing. It looked and performed great, because we didn't have the non-functioning knot.

However when our genius saw the knot was missing, she broke down into tears, cussed out our artist, and skipped the class.

Our artsy kid literally pulled an all-nighter to make the thing look really cool, and she had help from her mom and a friend who wasn't even in our class.

So over the night, she announced to our teacher that she withdrew from the group, and would require some time to get her coaster together. And this is why I want to punch her in the face:

She has an extra week to get her project done.

We, the four person group, got the lowest grade in the class with an 88, which isn't bad in my opinion, but our hard working artist deserved more. Our entire class agreed on that and the fact this stubborn genius in the class is downright rotten. (Sorry, I'm trying not to curse. I make a point not to in writing.)

So as of today I have made an enemy in an old friend. She still thinks all of us who didn't decorate and fix the coaster are on good terms with her. That whole karma thing will deliver to her that punch in the face she needs to grow up.

I took my Tele into school today, since we weren't doing anything at all today. I played all the way through my one hour lunch.

At lunch, one of my friends, a fellow guitarist, went to his car to retrieve his Jackson guitar and his cry baby pedal. He blew me away, and what fans I got during lunch crowded around him. I don't really care. I brought my guitar to entertain myself, and anyone who cares to listen.

I got home today and pulled up GameFAQs, since I'm a regular to the site. I found that I had four modded messages, something extremely rare for me, and they were all in the same thread, a once in a lifetime event. The thread was to share Rock Band band names. Someone posted Duck Tales, and someone after posted Duck Tales to be funny. After that, 90% of the posts were Duck Tales, Tuck Dales, Duck Tails, Duct Tales, and the like. I posted four times in that thread, and guess what I said.

Duck Tales, Duct Tales, Tuct Dales, and Duck Tales.

I lost six karma from the funny posts. I don't really care. I deserved it. I contributed to the hijacking of that thread.

I decided that should I ever start a band, I will call it Duck Tales. Not out of spite, but out of humor over the event I contributed to.

I got back from my guitar lesson, and I have a few new challenging tasks to accomplish: Sweep pick the A minor barre chords, and do 4 note ascensions of the natural scales. I'll get to work immediately.

Well, last Saturday, I actually got up and played in front of people. I played Sunshine of Your Love on my POS Peavey.

My Peavey went out of tune eight notes in.

Regardless, everyone clapped and everything. My mom praised me for days after, and other crap happened. I was convinced that performance was terrible. And it was. I didn't even do the solo.

When I got home I threw my Peavey out of my window.

But honestly, I immediately sought a replacement secondary guitar. Redundant much?

After researching all week I came to the conclusion I would try a Squier Telecaster on Saturday, considering my local music shop had a cream colored one I fell in love with two weeks ago. I pulled it off the rack, plugged it in, and decided it was the greatest guitar I had ever played on. I immediately forked over the $170 for it and left a happy guitarist. That's an oxymoron, I believe.

Now, the amp I plugged into at the store was amazing too. I'm going to buy that in a week or two. I have the money, but I'm one to research things before I buy things.

So yesterday I played it for four hours upon getting home, and three after dinner. Today I counted six hours of play. For some reason, I learned to play great blues riffs on my Tele, and I managed to learn proficiency on barre chords on it too. It seems like this thing has made my path to greatness a tad clearer. It also has created permanent grooves in my index and ring fingers on my right hand because the strings are a higher gauge than I'm used to, and I'm too lazy to restring my guitar.

So here I am. I have a 50's rockabilly guitar, the look of an angsty teenager, and a bluesy playing style. Don't worry, I have had identity crises already. I've come to terms with the fact I'm someone else.