on the bathroom floor

I got the post holiday blues. It's starting to fade, thank goodness, and it wasn't as bad as the one I got from London. That one was massively horrendous. On Sunday I'll be going to the academy of rock to add some spice in my life and have a nice day to reunite with my friends. I've realised that day by day I just begin to rot and have decided that I shall make myself useful. I decided to "work" for my Dad by making powerpoint slides for him for his work, with pay of course, and design a photo slideshow of my Paris trip with ulead for my family, with pay of course. I have a money-earning crave right now.

I feel like I've been developing some kind of guitar fetish. After going to the music store and seeing all those shiny electric guitars, I felt a dusty bulb in my soul light up instantly. I couldn't keep my eyes off them and I kept dreaming about having my own electric guitar and desgining it on my own. Yikes. I felt like grabbing my acoustic guitar at home, giving it a slimming treatment and painting it. Of course that would have meant broken bits of wood and spilling paint, but still! Watching musicians play them amaze me too. When I watched the music video for Stockholm Syndrome by Muse my eyes went WOW when I saw how the guitar was played. I just can't get over electric guitars.