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[falltotry]

so. i am probably fucking off for indiana in the morning. it seems like a good idea. at the time. it will probably be an unmitigated disaster somehow.i don't even know. but i can't sleep and it's really hot and i'm really thirsty, but i haven't got anything to drink (besides water) and don't particularly feel like walking to the store to buy juice

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[falltotry]

eh, i wouldn't waste too much jealousy on me. the most accurate description of my playing ability is probably "pants". prefix "absolute" optional :\

well, except for the clarinet. i'm a badass on the clarinet. thanks, tenth grade band!

[saintsalvage]

The uke is the best of the instruments.

[falltotry]

oh man, my coworker made it sound really awesome. and there are so many ditty bops songs i could play on it! but no. must stop sucking at other instruments first.

do you think i could make one out of a shoe/tissue box? that would be sweeeeeet.

[saintsalvage]

haha, I don't think a tissuebox uke would sound very good. But if you actually succeed at making one, I sincerely commend your efforts. And if you're going for Ditty Bops-esque adorableness factor, the uke makes EVERYTHING sound cute. Seriously. Even Radiohead and My Chemical Romance. It is the best instrument ever.

[falltotry]

yeah, the problem is, i don't really know enough about instruments to be able to make them. i mean, i'd love to make a ukelele out of a tissue box and rubber bands and, like, a ruler or something. i could probably even do tuning pegs with toothpicks, idk...but i don't know how long the ruler would have to be, how thick the box should be, or what size rubber bands to use. OH WELL.

but i did get a book on diy instruments at a library sale, so who knows! maybe someday :)

[babyfawn]

woaaaaaaaaah you play violin?! did you already tell me this and i just --- blanked on it?

i completely agree with cub fans and cock bags. SRSLY. i bet it bothers you more, you live up north right?

aaaaaaaaaaaand we still need to hang.

[falltotry]

wellll, i don't really talk about my violin. i started teaching myself a few years ago and immediately chumped out. also, someone i used to be friends with, who plays the viola was helping me, but we don't really talk anymore. i keep meaning to begin learning in earnest again as soon as time and cash fall into my lap, but we shall see. i love my violin, though. it's bright pink, i got it off ebay for, like, twenty dollars or something, and i'm pretty sure it's actually made of plywood. which is amazing for several reasons, some of which are leonard cohen-related :)

OMG YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW, THIS ONE GUY WALKED INTO ME (IN THE FREAKING BIKE LANE) AND THEN I HAD TO TALK TO THE COPS (WHICH I HATE) AND THEN AFTERWARDS, ANOTHER GUY HIT ME IN THE MOTHERFUCKING HEAD (FOR THE LULZ) AND I COULDN'T STAB HIM UP BECAUSE OF THE AFOREMENTIONED COPS. ugh. i had to call one of my co-workers to come over and help me get blindingly drunktastic after that one :(

yesssssssss. the hanging, it must commence!