Well, after 7 years i'm moving into the spare bedroom. Why? Becuase the bed was too small and consequently raping my back. As satisfying as it is to change rooms, i am missing a few things:
My TV. My parents have already turned my old room into a dumping ground for stuff so i cant even watch TV without being drowned in unwashed clothes, pillows and suitcases for next years [i.e. ages away] trip to mauritius, which means that i miss Top Gear. This is not on. At all. I mean thank god for IPlayer but still, this means i cant watch it ASAP, which makes bored enough to learn how to roll a coin over my knuckles, i'm not bad at it in all fairness.
My guitars and amps. Theres no space to get them out atm, save for my classical, but i guess this is a blessing in disguise, playing on such a poorly made intrument surely will improve my playing overall. I hope it will anyway.
I've got to wait till i've got some wall mounts before i can get them out, and i dont have a clue about the amps.
One of the worst things however is the morbid wallpaper. Now, flowers are alright, but when they're all over the wall, faded and ripped, they are rancid, and i cant repaint the room till next year, which means all my shelves and belongings will haved to be removed again. On a side note, i dont know what colour to paint the walls; i wouldnt mind any suggestions, theres alot of pine coloured shelving, and light green curtains if that helps.
Anyway, the blog ends at the and of this pointlessly long, drole, Chilli Heatwave flavoured Dorito sentence.
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