and i swear that i dont have a gun...
i have spent 4 hours getting the intro to 'come as you are' down perfect.
and i still buzz at the 6th string.
damn you chubby fingers, get into shape dammit!
i love practicing on cobain.
thats what ive named my beloved ibanez.
but dear god, practicing is a mixture of love and hate, pleasure and pain (callouses : ape hands here i come).
and during guitar class, with everyone practicing at the same time, its so fucking hard for me to concentrate.
i'm gonna start bringing giant earphones and make it work somehow, to block out the rest of them.
i'm still lost here and there, i guess this instrument is a major lesson in patience and commitment, something i lack in a general sense.
managed to finally find official nirvana tabs. long live kinokuniya.
also bought perfume : the story of a murderer.
yes, mostly that book piqued my curiosity because kurt cobain read it and was inspired thereafter to pen 'scentless apprentice'.
its also got elements of alienation and the contempt of humanity, definately my kind of novel.
the great stinkapore sale (ahem) has suckered me in, here's the list of purchases :
topshop tops 2x
nirvana tablature
the complete guitar chord reference
perfume : the story of a murderer by patrick suskind
pierre cardin undies 3x
dorothy perkins skirt
dorothy perkins tops 2x
new bag : the precious red multicoloured carryall
polka dot flip flops
silverchair's young modern cd (chair freaks must buy!)
za foundation
misha eyeliner
kill me now. someone friggin shoot me in the head the next time i buy something.
goddamn man. and i need bloody sneakers, my giant toes have caused holes to form at the front of my sneaks.
i am a walking wookie.
and i still buzz at the 6th string.
damn you chubby fingers, get into shape dammit!
i love practicing on cobain.
thats what ive named my beloved ibanez.
but dear god, practicing is a mixture of love and hate, pleasure and pain (callouses : ape hands here i come).
and during guitar class, with everyone practicing at the same time, its so fucking hard for me to concentrate.
i'm gonna start bringing giant earphones and make it work somehow, to block out the rest of them.
i'm still lost here and there, i guess this instrument is a major lesson in patience and commitment, something i lack in a general sense.
managed to finally find official nirvana tabs. long live kinokuniya.
also bought perfume : the story of a murderer.
yes, mostly that book piqued my curiosity because kurt cobain read it and was inspired thereafter to pen 'scentless apprentice'.
its also got elements of alienation and the contempt of humanity, definately my kind of novel.
the great stinkapore sale (ahem) has suckered me in, here's the list of purchases :
topshop tops 2x
nirvana tablature
the complete guitar chord reference
perfume : the story of a murderer by patrick suskind
pierre cardin undies 3x
dorothy perkins skirt
dorothy perkins tops 2x
new bag : the precious red multicoloured carryall
polka dot flip flops
silverchair's young modern cd (chair freaks must buy!)
za foundation
misha eyeliner
kill me now. someone friggin shoot me in the head the next time i buy something.
goddamn man. and i need bloody sneakers, my giant toes have caused holes to form at the front of my sneaks.
i am a walking wookie.