A little update on things going on in my life as of right now ( Read more... )

My fingertips are blackened from the fret board.
My hands hurt from practicing too many scales.
My back is sore from slouching over my guitar.
My head is aching from thinking about too much jazz theory.
My palm is stained with ink from writing.

I consider this a successful night.

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On a completely unrelated note:
I have become listless, lethargic and bored with everything around me. I feel as though I am becoming tapped out and drained with what I am doing every day. Which is this:

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Just be happy ( Read more... )

im back to not sleeping.
i cant stand it.
i lie awake until 430 or later every night.
thinking.
thinking.

thinking.

thinking.

about everything.

I think a person’s sense of security is measured by the amount of ‘stuff’ that they have. A person that has a lot of things may not necessarily feel secure with themselves and who they are as a person. They say, “as long as I have this stuff, I’ll be ok.” As if the things that they have fill the voids that they really have within themselves. Or ( Read more... )

i hope it changes your life ( Read more... )

I have written anything lately because I feel that unless I have something worthwhile to say, I’m not going to waste anyone’s time reading about my pointless days of going to work and playing guitar aimlessly for hours. Because really, who cares?

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To describe how it feels to be back at home can’t be described with words. It is a feeling of being complete, for lack of a better way to describe it. After spending a few months on the other side of the planet with people that did not know me, understand me, or relate to me in any way, I finally felt at ‘home’ by being with my family. I was at ( Read more... )

A boat ride and a day on a bus later I’m back into the big city life. I spent my last day in Thailand exploring the city a bit. We went to an open-air flea market that covered two city blocks. It was enormous and sprawling. There were clothes, hand-made, knock-off or authentic for dirt prices. There were used books, new books, candles, foods, ( Read more... )