thewingedword

So I've had one guitar lesson, which means I can play... kind of horribly, yeah. The method my teacher uses basically involves working my way up string by string, starting with the first, each one having little exercises and then a song.

What song, you ask, could possibly be played on only the first string with only three notes? It's kind of Arabian. And annoying. 
With the second string I've upgraded to Ode to Joy, which I remember learning on the violin in fifth grade, time flies. However, I still SUCK. Massively! I'm smart enough to realize that when you've been playing the guitar for less than a week, this is kind of inevitable. It still bothers me! The reason my schedule next year is 2/3 insane is that I am a crazy perfectionist. I haven't reached quitting levels of frustration, not nearly, I just practice kind of obsessively in my efforts to speed QUICKLY through the "complete and utter crap" stage of my learning development.

Oh shit, massive amounts of thunder and lightening. Will save this and finish it later, when electrical power outage is less imminent.


TWO OR SO HOURS LATER

So when I said "massive amounts of thunder and lighting" I really meant SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING, FLEE FOR COVER, *cue air raid sirens*. No, seriously, there were actual air raid sirens. I went downstairs with my cat and my book and my guitar and watched a couple episodes of Project Runway until it passed.

Now I forget what I was saying, dammit. Ah, well. In the vein of something I was talking with provetheworstabout, what books could I read that would sound pretentious and impressive but aren't that bad in actuality? If you recommend Les Mis I will smack you; that book was good, but in another way it was horrible. I was thinking I might want to expand my experience past strange old sci-fi from my parents' bookshelves, so. Enlighten me.