Practice is the key...

what with the exams and everything i haven't been playing my guitar as much as i'd have liked to, and since it's a beautiful day and i'm really sleepy from running around all day, let me take time away from my guitar playing for a moment to say that practice is the key!! hmm i still can't do a bar chord. very very annoying to be missing like 2mm of meat on my index finger.. i wonder if i can make it grow bigger... (finger pumps? uhh.. pills?) the key is to have a fat finger, but not too fat so you can't bend it enough to get a simple C chord out. (i've tried biting it. it didn't swell up. not that i want it to. sounds rather painful just to get a bar chord out.)

in other news, west ryde is really interesting. it's got one row of shophouses and THAT'S IT. maybe i've been on the wrong side of the train tracks, but taking the train all the way out there was quite relaxing to say the least. there's just something about trains, all running like clockwork, that feels so peaceful. quite hard to do, considering it's a few tons of steel moving quite fast. and the sun was AWESOME. it's a beautiful day today! was really sniffy this morning thanks to the cold snap over monday.

i should name my guitars. but then i'd have to remember the names. it's like... giving yourself a name. it's for the benefit of other people. i know who i am. i don't need a name to identify me to myself. there's probably some philosophical gumbo in there somewhere. screw it. time to hit the books for my test this friday!

p.s. i bought instant porridge. throatmonkey is goin DOWN! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA