WATCH OUT. Legit, I am the next Joan Jett.
...without all the tatoos, piercings, drugs...etc etc etc
I had my first guitar lesson and I think I missed my calling. I absolutely love it and I absolutely have no idea what I'm doing. I can play the major chord and the Jaw's theme song. Because it's two notes. On the same string. Using the same finger. Whatever, let's not get picky.
So I show up to class and no one has any idea what they're doing. Jesus bless this poor professor because 1/2 the class doesn't speak English, 1/4 of the class didn't bring a guitar (...and you were planning on strumming.....what?) and then there was me and this other girl who couldn't stop laughing the corner. Cue the class clown. Why is it always me.
But everyone stopped laughing when I pulled out an almost $2,000 guitar. A bit much for a girl who doesn't even know the names of the strings? Maybe. But when do I ever do anything half way? Within a week of joining the triathlon team my freshman year I bought a bike and all the fixings to go with it. Katie sees, Katie buys.
Well...I didn't buy this, I stole it from Chris. Small, insignificant details.
I just can't wait to actually be able to play stuff I want to. Like Tracy Chapman and Colbie Caillet. This is something I've always wanted to be able to do and now I finally have time to do it. Next up: learning to speak Russian.
Then I can play guitar and sing in Russian.
Life is good.
Love love love,
me
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