this sweet thing is my new baby.
it's the only thing i wanted (besides my apartment, which i'm getting into this weekend. merry christmas to me!!!!!!) and i couldn't be more ecstatic.
but. here's the thing.
i don't really play that well.
correction - i don't really play.
i can pluck out house of the rising sun by the animals and wonder wall by oasis (because i'm pretty sure it's a requisite to learning the guitar) and that's pretty much it.
but my one and only love in life is music. hearing music and having music and making music and being music. it's just what i do.
not in front of people. i'm not my sister, mind you.
anyway, i miss the piano. every day, as i lay my body to rest, my fingers ache of loneliness. but since i'm in the nomadic phase of my life, slash since my new little apartment is barely big enough for just me and all my shit,* slash since i'm way poor, a piano is just out of the picture for me for the next little while.
but my body must make music, so my cousin, who is amazinnnngggg at the guitar, is going to start giving me lessons so i don't have to just play adele's someone like you over and over and over.
anyway.
that's what i got for christmas. thank you, santa.
*moving, which involves packing and lugging and lifting, etc., always makes me realize how much freaking shit i have. really?!
**in other news, a few of my friends have recently gotten married and have non-returnable extras of almost everything , so i am the proud owner of a new griddle, spice rack, and silverware set. thank god for utah and terribly young marriages, right?
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