On God

When I go to bed, I always spend the time between lying down and actual slumber praying to a god I don't really believe in to give me things I don't deserve, and which it wouldn't give me even if I did deserve them because they are outrageous requests. But I beg seriously to wake up with these gifts, and as such I begin every day slightly disappointed to be the same.

On Music

Whenever I lose interest in my favorite band and pick a new one, I feel as though I am betraying the old band.

On Childhood

When I was in preschool, we went on a field trip to mini-golf. There was an arcade there. I only got four tickets, which could buy me this little orange plastic soldier guy who didn't do anything. I was so disappointed, when I was on the bus I threw him away. Later, I came home, and I realized how sad he must be, and how I could never get him back. Filled with regret and remorse, I went into my closet with all my stuffed animals and I cried. My dad found me and I don't remember what he said to make me feel better.

Today a man in a green Honda Civic honked and waved at me as though he knew me.

First post

I've been wanting to learn to play the guitar for several years. I even own one, and some beginner's music books. I know how to read tabs. But I can never seem to get past F# notes, and chords are not taught very well in the book I have. So I can play Ode to Joy and Amazing Grace and Yankee Doodle Dandy. I guess I'll never be in a band.