Wednesday 29 February 2012

The Concert

Next Thursday is the year 11 concert at school, and I hate to say that I am currently under prepared and wishing that Jacko had told me he wouldn't do the guitar for me earlier. That means I now have to choose 2 songs which can be easily played on guitar, I Love Rock 'N' Roll, and Hit Me With Your Best Shot. I'm gonna miss out the solo for Hit Me With Your Best Shot because I can't trill for shit, but, the solo in I Love Rock 'N' Roll is quite simple so I should do fine there.
The Day after that My graphics coursework is due in, well I don't have to perform that on a stage so that isn't of high priority.

Tuesday 21 February 2012

The Bard

I had a brilliant idea that I should buy a Lute and be a bit of a bard... then i discovered that a Renaissance lute is about £900
 Well bang goes that idea. So my next thought after about 2 hours looking at lutes was to go with the slightly more modern approach and spend £45 on a mandolin. With that i can play random chords and sort of sing about whatever is happening around me.

Thursday 2 February 2012

Hooray!

Well I know know roughly what's happening next Thursday for my birthday: I'm gonna wake up as usual and do my paper round, I'm gonna go to school, I'm gonna (hopefully) get given some guitar picks, I'm gonna get a detention, I'm gonna go Dana's, we will then go mine, get issued with cake and chicken. YAY! for my sweet 16 I get a detention and my step mothers bland chicken recipe!
How do I know this? Well for the guitar picks; about a month ago my mate Jacko asked me when my birthday was so he could give me some guitar picks (as a thank you for the amount of times he has borrowed mine). For the detention; yesterday I had a bass lesson, in the middle of physics, my teacher said she doesn't mind me going to them as long as I come back after school... Thursday is her best day for this. For the chicken: earlier my step mother didn't listen to me when I said Dana doesn't like pork and so she brought her up a pork dish to eat, she refused it then felt bad, before Lyudmila left the room she said "next time you come, I make chicken for you." The cake should be pretty explanatory.
My current thoughts are... my birthday will be just as dull as last year, and the year before that, and that, and so on. the last time I had a fun birthday was when I was 7... 9 years ago!