Yay! All of the electronics (Texas Special pickups and all of the other hardware) have arrive. The next big step is to solder everything together, a step that will probably require the assistance of some more tech-savvy friends of mine. I hope to put all of the images I've taken together in the end in an instructables post or something.

Confessions

That's right, I finally built the courage to put lyrics I wrote on the internet. Keep in mind that simply reading the lyrics without any knowledge as to the tempo or melody tends to give the wrong idea about how the song is supposed to be heard. I'm pretty curious to see how people react to it without having heard the tune. It was one of those songwriting cases in which the words came to me about some obscure situation, one that I have yet to realize what it is about and how it might relate to me. The words are in that odd format 'cause I pressed "enter" according to the chord change.

When you

think about me

do you

Think you want to leave

from Missouri to New York

Where I hope that we'll feel free

Do you

think about me

When you

Want to feel free

I can't blame you if you dont

But if not me then please you'll see, dont forget me

I know

There hasnt been much said

And I worry

about what lies ahead

And I admit it always

looked so right in my head

Sometimes

I feel my head explode

And it falls

And gets left on the road

And I can feel my life erode

To the bone

Dont forget

The good times we never had

The days are longer

And so are the nights but I'm still sad

They say

The end is a beginning

But I think

It's all the same wheel spinning

I guess the song I wrote is similar to this in the fact that it is a simple finger-picking acoustic- guitar-con-harmonica arrangement.

[Yeah, that cat image was supposed to be a hilarious GIF that didn't work out and I can't delete it. Just ignore it :) ]

I finished painting the guitar and applying the varnish, so now it looks all vibrant and sexy. I'm extremely anxious to see it develop further. Tuesdays suck. It is not only the time when you realize that you still have 3 more days of school until the weekend, but it's also the hardest day for me to stay awake through the entire day. I can't say why, but Monday nights are always the hardest nights for me to fall asleep. Tuesdays are almost as bad as Sundays. At least I have my guitar lessons on Tuesdays. I also need to ask someone to prom. Having social anxiety disorder, this won't be easy. We'll see. I'm going to a wedding this weekend. One of my cousins that I absolutely never see, and don't currently know the name of, is apparently getting married. It'll be me, my family, and Memphis for the weekend, with only my ipod for comfort.

Also, I am getting close to having enough courage to get some of my original songs (that require singing) on the internet.

My posts are becoming very disorganized trains of thought. I'm surprised I didn't throw "My mother is a fish" in there somewhere.

Baww

Today was one of those days spent exclusively at my house. Most of the day was used painting the guitar, as of now I just need to sand it down to get that Pollock-esque look (I don't want to explain why sanding is necessary; when I post the pictures it will be obvious).

I don't have much to say, so here are some pictures:

I didn't think these would be so depressing. Sorry! Here's a happy song with an awesome video to make up for the pictures:

Sigur Ros: Hoppipolla

Tonight I worked more on the pick guard. I think it's going to look perfect. This whole guitar project is really making me anxious. I also had band practice with some friends, and after an hour of playing we decided to go hang out at the guitar store, all carpooling in one car while leaving all of our other cars and our instruments/equipment at the house we practiced at. While at said store, a freak hurricane of a storm hit the area, most severely damaging the exact area of the house we practiced at, almost deliberately knocking down trees on the street right before and after the house, forcing the police to completely block out the entire street, leaving not only my car at the house but all of my guitars and my amplifier locked away. The kid who lived at the house can't even go into his house. Midwest weather just sucks.

Also, these lyrics came to me recently. Let's wait and see how the rest of it turns out:

My life is a flowing stream

An incandescent glowing dream

Of innocence and poverty

And everything that's in between

I finished sanding the guitar completely. Now I'm working on painting the pick-guard and body.

I have this floral design I wanna work on for the pick-guard. I scratched it up with sandpaper and drew it on, now the hard part is getting the airbrush frisket to cooperate. I'm also working with some "test" blocks of wood to perfect the painting technique. It seems like it's extremely easy to botch. I'm so anxious to see how the whole thing turns out! I also decided on getting some Texas Special pickups to install. I'm also looking for a nice and cheap laminated maple neck. I'm shooting for the perfect blues guitar.

Also I was the first comment on a Zach Braff photo. I felt badass.

Lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy

I still think that there should be a law requiring everyone to listen to the 59th Street Bridge Song once every day.