Tuesday, December 9, 2008
About Me?
Hm... well their isn't really all that much to say about me. Besides that I love i guess you could say obsessed with dogs. All dogs. My favorite Color is Pink, their isn't one day out of the week you won't catch me wearing pink. I like Wall-E...nope try that again say it right Waall-eee. I am well a germaphobic my purse contains my purell that I use every morning on the bus, before and after lunch, oh and hand sanitizing wipes for anything that looks dirty? Like the bathroom stalls and my gym locker. I like to dream..about things of all sorts. Ya know all the jazz about who your ganna marry, what your house is gonna look like...I like clothes I officially have 74 t-shirts and 24 jeans. Like all people, I like to shop. I don't like spending, but I like to buy. I like to eat my favorite thing is T-bone steak, I hate to stay but I can be quiet a pig. I like guiness quizzes like Soduko and those types of things. Well and I a guess I also like to blog
3 month Anniversary
Yah..Today marks the 3 month anniversary of my blog. It really doesn't seem longer that a month. Time flies when you are having fun! So tell, me blog addicts, how does my blog rate from the scale of 1-5. Well not to be blogger biased but I think mine is a 5. ;)
Bad Memories
I don't know if i have ever told you this but I have REALLY bad memories about guitar...and this is how i got them.
There once was a time that my parents begged and pleaded with me to take guitar lessons. I never gave in so they forced me to take guitar. It wasn't a huge deal at the time, just another thing to fit into my schedule. So well i got a guitar teacher. This teacher just so happened to be our neighbor's daughter. It still wasn't all that bad. Then our first lesson came we observed many things about her. Um... she wears really weird old clothes, she smells like smoke, she puts WAY to much make-up on, she is a little fidgety and she had sausage-like fingers. Oh.. and as time went on we learned she had NO patients. None what-so-ever. OK so still things weren't horrible..yet. Then we were placed on a schedule. 7:00 guitar starts meet at her house. 7:30 she finally arrives at the house. 7:40 we start lesson (it takes her 10 minutes to put all her junk down) during this time we play about one or two songs. Yes, and also during this time it is likely to here "shut-up" Your doing it wrong" "cut your fingernails" "you can never do it right" oh and i think she swore at us a couple of times also. About those finger nails, they were as short as possible and they were already bleeding as i pressed them against the strings. Besides, I am soooo not using old, rusty clipper of hers. On top of all of that she made us play old 'back in the day' songs. Oh.. and if I never mentioned this before her name is Mary not like that is important tho. Anyways, on with the story, so we sat there every Monday in a room with a slanted floor, and old couch with stained and ripped cushions with a lady that smells. So our torcher didn't just end like that, we also bought another guitar and a garage sale for $2! It was all scratched up and needed new strings but it was a good deal anyways so we got it. Then we thought Mary could pick up some strings for us and put them on. So the first day we asked her she got the strings, then Monday we gave the guitar to her. So the following Monday we didn't really ask her about it (thought she might have been busy) Then the following week came around, still no guitar so we ask her about it and she said she was busy and couldn't get around to it. No big deal right? she will give it to us next time. wrong. So the third week came around with still no guitar. We asked her about it again and said she was still busy (what could she have been doing for 3 weeks) then the fourth week came around, so it had been a month. OK so we ask her about it oh I forgot.Grrrr...Then the fifth week came and she says it's not worth restringing and hands us a naked guitar. Well first of all lady if it wasn't worth restringing then DON'T TAKE THE STRINGS OFF!! So we give it back, please put the string on I don't care if it is worth it or not. So the sixth week came she says sorry I was busy. seventh week she said it was to hard. GRRR... Finally after 3 months she gave us our guitar back. Oh.. and that's not all. Then one day we forgot to pay her so she was like "are you guys gonna pay me" we said we forgot. Then she freaked out saying "I need that to get home" "How am I supposed to pay for gas?" Well, it is not my fault you count on our money to get us home! Then, the next week came and we were told to pick a song, so i did, I picked Taylor swift, then Hannah picked Superchick and decided to change her song half way through. Then she got mad and told us we weren't worth the money anymore. OK sorry lady if you freaked out for changing a song. So we quit and I would never like to here the word Mary again. So that is my story. Come to think of it Mary and Jill the Pill would make the best of friends.
There once was a time that my parents begged and pleaded with me to take guitar lessons. I never gave in so they forced me to take guitar. It wasn't a huge deal at the time, just another thing to fit into my schedule. So well i got a guitar teacher. This teacher just so happened to be our neighbor's daughter. It still wasn't all that bad. Then our first lesson came we observed many things about her. Um... she wears really weird old clothes, she smells like smoke, she puts WAY to much make-up on, she is a little fidgety and she had sausage-like fingers. Oh.. and as time went on we learned she had NO patients. None what-so-ever. OK so still things weren't horrible..yet. Then we were placed on a schedule. 7:00 guitar starts meet at her house. 7:30 she finally arrives at the house. 7:40 we start lesson (it takes her 10 minutes to put all her junk down) during this time we play about one or two songs. Yes, and also during this time it is likely to here "shut-up" Your doing it wrong" "cut your fingernails" "you can never do it right" oh and i think she swore at us a couple of times also. About those finger nails, they were as short as possible and they were already bleeding as i pressed them against the strings. Besides, I am soooo not using old, rusty clipper of hers. On top of all of that she made us play old 'back in the day' songs. Oh.. and if I never mentioned this before her name is Mary not like that is important tho. Anyways, on with the story, so we sat there every Monday in a room with a slanted floor, and old couch with stained and ripped cushions with a lady that smells. So our torcher didn't just end like that, we also bought another guitar and a garage sale for $2! It was all scratched up and needed new strings but it was a good deal anyways so we got it. Then we thought Mary could pick up some strings for us and put them on. So the first day we asked her she got the strings, then Monday we gave the guitar to her. So the following Monday we didn't really ask her about it (thought she might have been busy) Then the following week came around, still no guitar so we ask her about it and she said she was busy and couldn't get around to it. No big deal right? she will give it to us next time. wrong. So the third week came around with still no guitar. We asked her about it again and said she was still busy (what could she have been doing for 3 weeks) then the fourth week came around, so it had been a month. OK so we ask her about it oh I forgot.Grrrr...Then the fifth week came and she says it's not worth restringing and hands us a naked guitar. Well first of all lady if it wasn't worth restringing then DON'T TAKE THE STRINGS OFF!! So we give it back, please put the string on I don't care if it is worth it or not. So the sixth week came she says sorry I was busy. seventh week she said it was to hard. GRRR... Finally after 3 months she gave us our guitar back. Oh.. and that's not all. Then one day we forgot to pay her so she was like "are you guys gonna pay me" we said we forgot. Then she freaked out saying "I need that to get home" "How am I supposed to pay for gas?" Well, it is not my fault you count on our money to get us home! Then, the next week came and we were told to pick a song, so i did, I picked Taylor swift, then Hannah picked Superchick and decided to change her song half way through. Then she got mad and told us we weren't worth the money anymore. OK sorry lady if you freaked out for changing a song. So we quit and I would never like to here the word Mary again. So that is my story. Come to think of it Mary and Jill the Pill would make the best of friends.
Hello...
Hello Jenna...Hello Paige... Hello Hannah...Hello to any other person reading my blog...Goodbye
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