After spending nearly an hour in wallmart when I only had to go there for, like, 1 or 2 things but my mother decided she’d buy something from every sale coming, which I suppose shouldn’t surprise me but anyway, we finally got into the music store so the guitar that’s been threatened to be bought could actually be purchased. It was worth the wait, though… it plays well, as evidenced by the fact anyone who’s ever picked up a guitar just had to try it out. So that’s one more thing to be taken off my to do list. I’ve already pretty well numbed my fingers picking at the thing today, and I plan to get back to it… eh… a bit later on. It’s not bad, though. For about $313, after taxes and what have you, I walked out of the store with what I figure is a fairly decent deal. The guitar itself was supposed to be something like $249 or something, but the guy selling it to me knocked $20 off the price, then tossed a case, extra strings, and picks for about $40. Not bad, when you consider the strings themselves were originally $13. It amused me, though, to a degree… I’ve only been there a grand total of maybe 3 or 4 times in the 3 years I’ve lived here. Yet the guy doing the selling to me recognised me from one of those times, presumeably when I bought my piano from there, because I decided to kill like 15 minutes dinking around on one of their display models. It was all kinds of nifty and such. And completely irelevant to the entry as a whole, but like I care. We ended up just shooting the shit about all kinds of crap, and I got the number off him for a piano teacher that does her instructing kind of on her own but through them, some kind of arangement where she just rents the studio space from them but takes care of her own affairs, so I can talk to her probably tomorrow, and tell this dimwit I’m finishing up with tomorrow that I’m sick of taking my lessons at a different time each week or not at all–explanations of a clarifying nature to come when I’m bored. So yeah, today was actually a surprisingly productive day. Not bad for a lazy sack-o-crap.
And, because I’m due for a random topic jump, more positive news. My brother’s gone to basic training in…. *checks* 33 days. I’ll get into the specifics of hours, minutes and seconds when it actually gets decided exactly when he’s being kicked out. In the meantime, though, the countdown begins! Maybe he’ll come out of basic a bit more mature…. eh, one can always hope. I do have to kind of feel sorry for my mother in a way, though. With him going to the millitary, my dad usually on the road and me hopefully getting this job, there doesn’t exist much company for mom, who’ll pretty much have the place to herself when we all clear outa here. And the girl can’t even go anywhere because someone still needs to stick around and make sure the bills get paid, and such. But, on the bright side I suppose, she’ll have more reason to spend her days off in, say, Ottawa. Or Quebec. Or… take a couple weeks’ vacation and go travel with dad. Ah, who am I kidding? She won’t even notice we’re gone. Much.