Today, I was really excited to bring my guitar home from school. I've been torturing myself about leaving it, because I really wanted to play it last weekend. I didn't even care about playing well I just wanted to play and mess around. So, when I got it home and I did all my work, I ran up to my room but I seemed to have misplaced my tuner and I haven't the slightest clue as to where my picks are (Evan, I think you have my 'white stripes' one but I'm not sure. It's okay if you've lost it, I just would really like to know). Anyway, I tried playing while avoiding the un-tuned strings but, eventually, it just became too much for me. So, I rest my head on the headstock and tap random notes to the beat of this song. I believe it was The Man Who Sold the World by David Bowie, but that's beside the point.
I like to chew on things while I think and before I had just been gritting my teeth but then I began to chew on the headstock. Now the vibrations that came from the strings up the neck of the guitar, through the headstock, and into my mouth were euphoric. I could feel them reverberating off the back of my mouth, no through it, to the back of my skull and it was like my brain could feel the music, the random, chopped-up notes on un-tuned strings. It was truly one of the strangest things I had ever felt.
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...euphoric?
ok then.
>.< it's a personal thing okay!
And you guys have overused 'orgasmic' too....
hehe alrite then..
i hardly ever say orgasmic! its all marissa's fault.
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