still there is something missing, like all the walls
Yesterday was quite a long day because I got up before 9am, not at noon like the days before that. But it also went by really quickly because I met Dani and Szandra for a brief stay in Celldömölk. We watched Heima by Sigur Rós, discovered that literally everything in the world can be described by comparing it to Canada and stuff, it was wonderful.
I started abusing Dani's keyboard and he showed me how easy it is to work out basic major and minor chords and here you can see me perfoming a touching one-hand rendition of "Live Forever" by Oasis (one of the few primitive chord sequences I tend to remember, lolz). But I feel like I geuinely learned something yesterday. Hasn't happened in a while.
Last-moment train station idiocyyyy
BLUE STEEL
Aaaaaw Szandra. Poor bb. I think the lesson we finally have to learn is to never trust last trains.
It is so absolutely amazing to just ~lie~ on my very own bed. A week's sleeping on a couch that tends to come to pieces gave me a whole new appreciation for it. Not that it was bad, I generally don't mind where I sleep or sit or anything.
My throat is a bit sore and I think I have a temperature. Bleh whatever. I borrowed Dead Famous by Ben Elton and Number Ten by Sue Townsend from the library. Ben Elton is sort of addictive, the bastard.
Sister *suddenly starts singing* "IIIIII have cliiiiiiiiiimbed hiiiiiighest mountain... ...wearing these bloody big boots on that hike in Transylvania."
I started abusing Dani's keyboard and he showed me how easy it is to work out basic major and minor chords and here you can see me perfoming a touching one-hand rendition of "Live Forever" by Oasis (one of the few primitive chord sequences I tend to remember, lolz). But I feel like I geuinely learned something yesterday. Hasn't happened in a while.
Last-moment train station idiocyyyy
BLUE STEEL
Aaaaaw Szandra. Poor bb. I think the lesson we finally have to learn is to never trust last trains.
It is so absolutely amazing to just ~lie~ on my very own bed. A week's sleeping on a couch that tends to come to pieces gave me a whole new appreciation for it. Not that it was bad, I generally don't mind where I sleep or sit or anything.
My throat is a bit sore and I think I have a temperature. Bleh whatever. I borrowed Dead Famous by Ben Elton and Number Ten by Sue Townsend from the library. Ben Elton is sort of addictive, the bastard.
Sister *suddenly starts singing* "IIIIII have cliiiiiiiiiimbed hiiiiiighest mountain... ...wearing these bloody big boots on that hike in Transylvania."