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Name: Gerardo
Location: California, United States
Birthday: 8/19/1991
Gender: Male
Interests: I play guitar. A lot. But I want to learn about music in general. I have a slight fetish for soccer (don't ask) and I like to look good (It counts as an interest)
Expertise: Observing human life (Aka sitting around)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Kickin' your ass
Message: message me
AIM:  EvilBlue5
Member Since:
11/5/2004
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I'm grounded...
"But Don Gerardo, (if you know some Spanish, you would get the little joke
there) why are you still on your computer?"
Because my internet privileges were not revoked, nor my video games. TV
was not taken away; I still hold the majority of my belongings...
"So how are you grounded if you still have everything?"
Silly child! Can you not see how my heart aches!? I would have gladly given
EVERYTHING up just so I may keep it! Oh, I would have endured the most painful
of punishment as long as I still had my precious...
"Seriously what hap...?”
O WHY MUST YOU BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME! The world's strongest panacea cannot cure
the pain brought forth by the loss! I cannot continue without you! O WHY?!?
“ WTF HAPPENED!?!? RAWR,"
Don't yell, it's very unbecoming. Nevertheless, the rumors are true, my parents
have taken away my ability to play guitar. No, my hands are still intact (Why
do you even ask?), but my father has taken away all of my guitars (2 electric
and 1 acoustic). In my 16 years on this very earth, I have never had a problem
dealing with boredom (although past blogs have indicated otherwise. Don't
listen to them. I usually do it for attention), but today, after that fateful
incident, I remain barren and sullied. My hands ACHE from lack of artistic
movement. I spent two hours staring at my ceiling because I miss the feeling
so.
Although I refuse to revel in the details as to WHY I lost her (yes I call my
guitar a she), I sincerely hope that my father will listen to reason (and my
wiles) after a few days or so. Maybe my father cannot see what he has done, but
surely you know…
“Honestly I don’t”
MY! YOUNG SIR, YOU INSULT ME!
How, in heaven’s gracious name, do you not see what guitar does to me! It is
not so much the guitar than the actual act of making music. Music is my
passion, AND BEING DEPRIVED OF MY PASSION TEARS THE VERY FOUNDATION OF MY SOUL!
It’s the equivalent of making an Olympic runner a paraplegic. Without running,
what does this poor man have?
At least this experience will
leave me more appreciative of my abilities…All I can do is man up, and have
some patience.
*Continues on the road to
being a MAN*
*Edit* I originally wrote
this up yesterday, but since then I have my guitar has come back to me. Oh, how
I did miss it so…*/Edit* | | |
| Rawr, haven't blogged in a while...
I've actually had an eventful week, starting back till last Saturday where I spent the day at my sister's boyfriend's party. Twas fun, but it needed more women = D
On Sunday, I went to Sacramento River and rafted with my dad's friend and her church. My whole family went and had fun blasting everyone with water. I was surprised at the amount of college students who were rafting and partying as well. Its times like those that make me want to go to college.
Mon and Tues were boring. Nothing spectacular. Meh
Wed however, was quite fun because I bumped into Robert at my local Best Buy. It was fun goofing off like old times. Hopefully we'll get English together again.
Rawr. Normally my posts have some sarcasm/wit thrown in, but its late and I don't really care. I'm going to DISNEYLAND tomorrow (Saturday) so *blows raspberry or whatever*
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!111!!!11!!1!!11!!1
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| Today (technically yesterday but whatever) I had the house to meself again. Nothing is better than turning your music REAL LOUD to an empty house. I dunno why, but music (at least most music) sounds better when its turned up to a point that floor starts to shake. I did the same with my amp, crankin' it 10 and then some, just because its the house is empty. Twas fun, but my solitude left, and so did my fun, when my sister came back from summer school >.<
Rawr...
I wish I had the house to myself more often. The only time I can let my inner metal head out.
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| Tis midnight and I have my guitar on my lap. This is what many call "Midnight Shredding," where a guitarist simply practices his chops without his amp on (Unless he/she has headphones) in the middle of the night. Its fun to listen to yourself play without effects and such, but I like it when I have my amp on with some reverb. Reverb gives my guitar a sad, bluesy, at times jazzy, tone which I find far more lovely then a clean tone. It gives my playing a sad emotion, which sounds like a bad thing to have, but its good o.0 The night, for whatever reason, gives me a strange inspiration. Its a peaceful kind of inspiration (that begs for reverb, and I can't have it at this time >.<), but I can't really explain it. You gotta listen to me play to get it.
I wonder what my playing will sound like when I get older? Assuming I constantly play the rest of my life, I wonder what I'll play like at the age of 25? 35? 45? 55!? 65!? I'll sound like a GOD o.0...Maybe It'll be cool to see what kind of person I'll grow up to be, or what my playing will develop into. I just image myself playing my family/friends/wife when I hit, like, 35 or something. I'll be a sexy, refined man who plays better than most of the pros xD
Seriously though, I have too much time on my hands. BACK TO PRACTICE
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| *Rolls about* @_@
My xanga skin thing says storm of sadness, but I prefer it to be storm of THOUGHT 'cause the guy looks like he's thinking. Rawr.
Yesterday (Wednesday) was Alex's birthday, so he called up Tim Tim, Daniel, and I to hang at his house and go to the mall to see Hancock (My second time...) to celebrate what not. I was hoping that, instead of heading straight back to his place after the movie, we could stay at the mall to flirt with girls and the like. We didn't >.< But we did play halo for like a two hours and eat cake. Twas fun, but rather short lived. My, this summer seems to be more event-less than I had hoped o.o
I'm not having as much fun as I would like, but I blame the several miles that separate my friends and me. I wish I could fly >.< or drive a car, or something.
*takes in another breath in preparation of continuing this post about his life*
Today (Thursday) was sadly uneventful. I DIDN'T EVEN LEAVE MY HOUSE. That's truly sad -___-
I had the house to myself for the morning, with the exception of my guinea pig Piggy:
   
 
^_____________^ I love her to death I do. With the quiet solitude that was my house (It gets noisy as more of my family enter the house and turn their music on) I had time to ponder on certain things, like my extremely short temper, or lack of any form of patience. I know I'm working on the two rather well, but I still become easily frustrated . It's just one of the many flaws that keep me from becoming a man >.< I'd post more but it is late and rather difficult to reflect on myself at the current moment. | | |
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