Me, Ana Maria, and Lorraine

My fave day of the week.... Ruby Tuesday =)

Sigh... My last guitar class is tomorrow. I'm still a beginner now, but i was absolutely TERRIBLE before i started taking classes. I remember after week 1 I was having trouble switching from D to G and back with only one strum per measure. In guitarist language, that's basically something really, reaaally easy. And now I'm writing my own songs! I mean my songs are still quite simple, and they only use 4 chords each, lol.... but still, I've come a long way since my first class in June. And I've come an even longer way since I first picked up guitar playing in December. I remember it just like yesterday... or last winter, rather.

I remember I asked my Dad for his guitar... you see my Dad took a guitar class in high school and wanted to get back into it, so a few years back he bought a guitar from that Esteban guy, with the instructional DVDs and such. He never really stayed consistent, so he ended up using the guitar as a wall decoration. I know what you're thinking: "-_-". So am I, now that I look back on it. So last summer I asked my Dad if I could take the guitar off his wall and learn how to play. He told me to wait until the end of my first semester so i could focus on school. When December of '08 finally arrived, my Dad showed up at St. John's to pick me up for the Winter Recess, and he brought with him a brand new acoustic guitar. I was so happy, i started playing it as soon as i got home. I played a lot over the break, and a friend of mine taught me the basics of guitar playing. When I came back to the dorms, I brought Ana Maria(my guitar) back with me, but barely played at all. Like I probably played less than 10 times the whole semester. Btw I named Ana Maria after my grandmother, just thought you guys should know that little factoid. So when school finished I started playing a little here and there, but I was still playing like I played in December. Like shit. So i signed up for guitar lessons at the NYC Guitar School on 30th Street in Manhattan. I saw their ad on Facebook and when I went to their site I saw a bunch of one line testimonials that sounded like the NYC Guitar School was the greatest creation of man since sliced bread. Well sliced bread is a little overrated if you ask me... it's full of carbs. But anyways, I figured that it couldn't hurt to try these guys out and start taking lessons there. So I started going to guitar class, and I brought Ana Maria to my first class. My teacher realized that my guitar was a little weird, and told me to check it out at the guitar repair shop upstairs. So I did, and they told me my guitar was basically unplayable. The neck was curved in a way that the strings were waaay too far off the fret board. The guy told me since the guitar was of such bad quality, I was better off getting a new one then to repair it. So the very next day I went down to Guitar Center and bought a new acoustic electric guitar with an amp and a few other accessories. I'm not gonna lie, it hurt me in the pocket, but it was money well spent. I named my new music child Lorraine, only because I've always liked that name. Since then, I've been playing and getting better everyday, and most recently, writing songs. Some time next year I wanna get an electric guitar, so i can really rock the fuck out, but until then it's just me and Lorraine.

Tomorrow I'm gonna see if I can get a job at Billabong/Element at Times Square. If i get the job, awesome, but if I dont, then oh-fucking-well... I'll just enjoy the rest of my summer. I've honestly been through so many job rejections that I don't get my hopes up that much anymore. And after the whole Cold Stone fiasco, I'm a little nervous that i won't get hired because of it. But its whatevs... I would like a job, but i don't really need one. I'm in a pretty solemn mood now, I gotta get out of it, it really sucks =/

I saw the new movie "Funny People" a few days ago. I liked it a lot... I really like the title too, because isn't life just full of funny people? Think about it, there's probably a handful of people in your life that make you laugh, whether it's the jokes they tell or the way they act or stupid little things that they do. But back on topic, the movie was hilarious. I'm a big fan of Adam Sandler, Seth Rogen, and Judd Apatow, so this movie was on my "To Watch" list for a while.

Shit... I'm still feeling really somber and kinda bored. Not the happy bored that i usually am, you know, the one I wrote about a few days ago. I gotta do something random to break out of this existential funk.... does that even make sense? "Existential funk"? Idk, it was part of a line in Anchorman. Man I'm rambling like a crazy old homeless man. BUT I SHALL NOT YIELD! I'm not gonna put this post out of it's misery until I'm out of this weird mood. This post is my bitch and it ain't gonna be over 'til I'm satisfied! That's right, fucker. Ok, time to get this weird mood off my mind... random words to the rescue! Shenanigans. Dennis Leary. The Incredible Hulk's left pinky nail. Haha.. ok now I'm good. That last one was quite humorous. Well I think I'll be outies for the night, now that I'm feeling better. I'll see you guys... Go Fuck Yourself, San Diego =P.

P.S. If you're from San Diego, my bad. I just like to quote Anchorman.