i don't see why it's so fashionable to hate religion. i don't understand why people often confuse myth with fact and think that all religious people are gay bashing, intolerant, republican, etc. i can admit i've been offended when i've seen hate videos made by people who hate religion. they say there is no god, stuff like that. it's not that they don't believe that bothers me but that they hate. hate is never acceptable.
here are some neat pictorials i found on English Яussia.com
1. "Only in Russia you may see..."
2. "Soviet Moscow in the eyes of a Frenchman"
3. "An appartment in Kharkov style"
but i got a red Nintendo Wii! from my dad, it was so nice of him to do so. :) i'm all happy about it. it's so awesome! it can do so much stuff. it can emulate a Gamecube. so i used a few Gamecube games, it can also use Gamecube controllers. it cames with two games packaged: "Super Mario Bros. Wii" and "Wii Sports". i'm not a big fan of the sports one, but i love the mario brothers game. :) the whole thing is red it stands out but, (IT'S RED, MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE COLOR!).
i'm feeling okay, i'm feeling good. i do enjoy however that tommorow some will celebrate the real meaning of christmas. although Christ's birth was probably sometime in January, it's nice that a single day was chosen, and has remained the same date for a time. i'm not entirely sure how to celebrate the birth of Christ, but i will find a way to honor the one who sacrificed himself to redeem mankind. i looking through The Gospel According To St. Luke and found this: (1:30-31). i think it's a wonderful verse, and very fitting to this time.
it's an excerpt of "Kyrie". the reason why it seems like bass tablature, is because it is early notation, this particular song was used in Gregorian Chant.
in other news the Dunlop Elastic capo is proving to be a great asset, the glass slide as well! but i now also have bad news... my classical guitar, at the heel it seems to have internal cracks. :( i really hope the cracks are nonexistent. but as far as i can tell they might be stress cracks, classical guitars are very sensitive to changes in heat and humidity. i guess this might mean i can get a new classical guitar.
i am still trying to grasp the concept of this much time being left to me. so many things i could do. like; classical guitar, folk guitar, electric guitar, bass, piano, harmonica, making a computer server, play gamecube, listen to music, read books, watch movies, finally make that short film. so many things, so much time. it's almost annoying. it's relaxing though, i'll try to squeeze as much fun out of this time as i can.
so i was brought up in a house full of; wood, lead paint, sixty year old wallpaper, cast-iron hardware, glass door knobs, and the biggest windows. the house itself to date is 83 years old. i find it odd how i grew closer to the past than with modern times. i've grown accustomed to; the thick blankets used on cold nights, the creak of floorboards when walking, seeing modern items blending with various antiques and few relics, the occasional shift of the house making it very hard to open and close my bedroom door.
yesterday i went to the local music shop, and picked up a Dunlop glass slide, and a Dunlop elastic capo. i like how the glass slide fits perfectly on my pinky, it has good weight and clear undistorted sound. as for the capo ($3) i expected the worst. it was surprisingly well worth $3. given that you need some ambidexterity to stretch the elastic band to around the neck to the other side of the plastic coated metal bar (the design on the woven elastic looks great on my classical guitar).
i strongly dislike my feelings.
if i may be blunt, i will write this.
God damnit to the deepest depths of Hell, the holidays are so fucking overrated, they make me want to smoke crack (beck reference).
"who are you spending christmas with?" - person 1
"with my parent" - me (yes one parent)
it's total bullshit. i could never have two parents, i could never have a biological mother and father, i could never be muscular let alone talented. i am simply worthless, i don't even cry or feel bad writing any of this. that is truly morbid. more shit to write.
"you have talent for playing guitar" - person 2
well, i'm pretty taxed tonight. no homework so that's a win in of itself. i asked myself a question today, why is it that older people complement my guitar playing yet others of my age show absolutly no interest in what i play? of course i guess it is a great repellent for people my age. after all nothing repels more than early baroque lute transcriptions for guitar! i had a thought today also (though there are always many) that i should cut my hair, so i could look like a much younger Neil Diamond.
(early christmas present) Motorola DEFY! OMG! ANDROID! IT'S SO AWESOME! today i used it to watch Beavis and Butthead (via youtube) after lunch (no friends in that lunch period, it's a big school). i also put much Baroque Lute music into it, yay! after school i just hung around and played some Gogol Bordello. i was just knocking off today. surprisingly enough i started seeing more of the older phones like my old Motorola RAZR. i used to see nothing but Smart Phones but now i only see more of the older phones, such as my already well dated Motorola RAZR.
i got $100.00 (all i could get) for my Fender (fretless) Jazz Bass at a pawn shop. :) i hardly ever played it as often as i used to plus i never had a special attachment to it so it was easy. i think someone will come along and buy it and treat it well.
i get my math homework! yay! also i posted up some more of the "LGBT Students' Bill of Rights" posters and most of them stayed up throughout the day! well i have to get back to math homework!
sometimes it feels as if i'm outside of the world, only looking at it through a window. why is it that i have to lead a life with a future of superficial gain only to impress people whom i care the least about and could easily say the same for me. i actually had a thought of running away, to wyoming and start a life there with nothing more than my folk guitar, harmonicas, whatever money i have, a bag full of my most cherrished possesions. i want to be free, as badly as a bird would love to fly from it's cage.