Listen, you... Think of all of the time we've wasted...

So... it's been another what... two months since my last post? Ah, that's vintage Monch!

Seriously now... Jus' killin' time once again, thinkin' of stuff goin left and right, in and out of my head.

Well, I finally got the guitar back yesterday... After a three-week hiatus. Man, I played that thing... Well, not 'til my fingers bled, or so claimed Bryan Adams (Summer of '69), but I played it 'til it hurt. My moms practically forced me to learn the guitar... and I kinda liked it. After that, though, there were three, or was it even four years, that I didn't even pick up a guitar. It was only a couple of months ago that I decided to finally pick up, and practically relearn playing the guitar. The point of the story?

It's really a different type of high when you make your own music, with the help of an instrument of course. I'm not talkin' about creatin' music by belching and farting, although that's pretty hilarious, too. But really, it's such a... feeling strumming away, feeling the rhythm, feeling the beat. For that five minutes that you're playin a song, you literally jus' forget everything around. I've actually gotten to trouble because of that fact.

I sound like a hippie.

Anyway, one thing I still haven't been able to do is compose, write music and all that. I'm sure that must feel great. I've been working on it.

Later today, it's time to get 'high' once again.

Holla.