The strings on my guitar, I have discovered, are really hard/strong/tough. I didn't know this until after I'd played on a bunch of other people's guitars over the course of the summer. My fingers are unhappy with the change from other people's guitars to my own, and playing has been rough lately. But that's okay, because I'm going to have super strong fingers once they're used to it. Go, fingers, go!

In other news, I feel tied down and useless at the moment. Being in my parents' house tends to have this effect. I don't have much to do. I don't have many places I want to go, and the places I do want to get to take at least an hour's worth of public transportation. I've packed the bulk of my stuff up and am unmotivated to start on my clothes. I mean, really. Clothes? I don't want to deal with them. I am also unmotivated to work on my paper for the study tour in The Gambia, though technically it's what my entire grade is based on. I suppose I should get going on that, but it's just so unappealing.

Look at me. I'm all mopey and playing depressing songs and stuff. I need to get back to St Mary's so that I have no choice but to do awesome, productive things.