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Guitar Jam Session With Ralf – Mad Chaos: July 20, 1998

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Make Some Phone Calls

Before Ralf came today I tried calling Lyssa but the phone rung out.  Lyssa must have been out.  My best guess was that she was out with Penelope.  

I also tried calling Jewell once again but her brother answered the phone and told me she wasn’t home yet.

Demo Tape Jam Session With Ralf

Well as it happens, Ralf called me up today while I was writing in my last entry.  As you might know already, he came over.  Finishing up my entry I got the computer ready.  Then ten minutes later he was over.  Now things weren’t that bad because Ralf wasn’t too demanding or persistent in his own actions.  Rather, we worked together.  As he played, I guess I produced him and was the audio engineer for the day.

Playing some sounds into the computer, I recorded them, looped them, and then recorded extra tracks of his guitar over the top of that.  In the end we didn’t get much done, but we started to muck around with a ‘Run DMC’ song and recorded the drumbeat.  

Ralf was over my house for about two or three hours.  If my computer was faster and had better audio capabilities and programs we would have been finished in half the time and had better sound.

Ralf didn’t bring his tape recorder so he might be coming over another day in the week to tape his progress.  This is good because I can hook my tape player directly to the computer with his chords and then tape my song onto the hard drive for safekeeping.  

Lyssa Prepares To Sleep

Lyssa called while we were mucking around.  

“Ralf is over now.  I will call you back later in the night,” I advised Lyssa.

“Okay.  I am going to sleep,” she told me. 

When Ralf left my house he said his good-byes.  

Future Wife Material

Just before I walked upstairs for some food I was watching the movie ‘Dragon – The Bruce Lee Story’.

Dragon The Bruce Lee Story

Apart from being a remarkable movie, the lady that plays Bruce Lee’s wife is remarkable in appearance.  She reminds me of the girl from the ‘Pepsi commercial’ where all these kids dare each other to go over to a girl at the bar and ask her out.  

Well, one guy strides over and remarks, “Pepsi has a great new taste.”  

The girl leans over, kisses him and then says, “Pepsi does have a great new taste.”  

Yep, that’s the girl that she reminds me of.  Both of these celebrity chicks are excellent models of marriage.  They are both hot, not too extravagant in any feature of their body, but most of all, I can picture myself married long and happy to either of them.  Enough fantasizing.

Celebrating The Moon Landing 

Then I walked upstairs to make myself my very first toasted cheese sandwich after Lyssa, I sat there waiting.  Glancing over to the calendar on the wall that has been adorning the space between the fridge and cabinet of plates and glasses, I noticed today’s date.  Looking under the twentieth, today was the celebration of when the first man stepped on the moon.  Not that that means anything to me, but I just thought it would be fun to place in my Diary as a little history.

When I walked back into my room with the food I noticed it was 9pm.  I knew Jewell wasn’t calling me.  This increases to an already two day dry period of time.  The first night I couldn’t do anything.  The second night I didn’t feel it was right to do something.  Tonight I tried but Jewell must have felt reprisal not to call me back.  

This leads me to query whether or not Jewell is too stubborn, suspicious, jealous or all of the above.  

Jewell told me herself she is too stubborn, and that it was my call next.  Suspicion, well I can’t blame anyone for that.  Jealous, there is truth within that, but I’m not trying to create jealousy within the triangle or anywhere else.  In fact, I’ve never promoted jealousy for as long as I can remember.  But then again, I never thought I swore in my Diary.

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