THE MOTHERFUCKING F CHORD, THAT'S RIGHT. (I am hearing RDJ's "I'm a lead farmer, mother fucker!" voice cheering for me in my head.)

It's nowhere near perfect, but I can play it now. Slowly. Surely. "Fix You." Ha HA.

Considering I've only been playing for seven months, I think I'm doing well. I am being told I'm doing well as well. I'm getting used ( Read more... )

God damn my tiny hands. My tiny, weak hands. (Actually, mostly just my left one. WHY DO YOU FAIL ME, LEFTY. Although my right one doesn't know what the fuck a strumming pattern is, or how to hold a pick correctly, apparently.) I can't play the F chord. Which, for those of you who don't play guitar, let me explain: lots of chords (of the eight I  ( Read more... )

I'll Follow You Into The Dark never fails to make me happy. One because I love the song and two because now it brings back good memories from this summer singing it with Julie and Zach's sister (whose name I can  never remember! gah) and Abby in Zach's living room while a bunch of us were just hanging out and the musicians in the group were jamming ( Read more... )

Was rather uneventful. I'm starting to say my goodbyes, and some are harder than others. I've really gotten into quite the routine here, and it's unsettling to think I'm going to be in Baton Rouge in a week. Fuck. FUCK. I'VE GOT TO PACK. FUCK.

Yeah, realizations keep hitting me like a sack of bricks. That's fun.

So, redbox is addicting as shit, and ( Read more... )

Woot is so dangerous for me. So dangerous. So dangerous, in fact, that I decided against buying yesterday's item when I first saw it at midnight, deciding to sleep on it and if I still really wanted it, to buy it later. Only to discover on my return to the internet THAT IT WAS SOLD OUT. NOOOOOOOOOOO. *sigh* And I'm discovering just how cheaply ( Read more... )

I've had two goofy looking guys hit on me in the past week and it's getting really old. Can I please just choose somebody and they miraculously like me back? That'd be great. Thanks. Both of them pestered me for my number and unfortunately one of them got it and GAH I'm only keeping his number so as not to inadvertently answer it one day.

Watched  ( Read more... )

Actually, Open Your Eyes or Run is a good place we could start.

For my next set of guitar lessons, anyway. Turns out most songs can be played with a combo of four chords! (I was trying to figure them out before, but it wasn't working-- and there was no way I was going to guess them. I've discovered.) Julie and I grabbed some Chipotle tonight after I ( Read more... )

Having a social life is going to kill me.

Worked today, crashed for roughly four hours (bad idea the first), decided to go see my working friends at Barnes & Noble (bad idea the second). Proceeded to agree to hang out providing I could go home and shower prior to hanging-out-age. End up going out after midnight to meet those peeps at the Randall's ( Read more... )

Opened up the pool again at 8:30am. This morning just turned into a clusterfuck. Not one that anyone (read: the patrons) could really notice, but it was very apparent that I was tired. I called Brad to make sure he was coming in for his 11:00am shift WHEN HE WAS STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I was holding a conversation with him. *headdesk* I was ( Read more... )

Woke up at 8am again to open the pool today. I'm going to severely miss the morning shift. I can deal with camp kids enough because then I don't have to deal with families and for the five hours prior to their arrival, all is really, really calm and quiet and completely manageable. Also, it seems like all the drama/activites occur in the after just ( Read more... )