Gazza Ladra.

Carcassi studios, no worries, nothing can be that hard; I may be worried about Giuliani's sonata.

Holy crap, today my thumbnail literally fell, I think it was about an inch-and -something long, but I didn't feel it. 

I'm currently making a PowerPoint presentation about music history to help me study.

Plants.

Seriously, this song is kind of antique but awesome, I always heared it but never knew its name..

 Final exams soon. Had the instrument one last friday, aced it with a 10. Now I'm studying History, that aaaassssshole we have for professor... luckily I got one graduated student to guide me.

 Finished reading and doing all Sibelius modules. That software is awesome as it looks like.  

 Tomorrow I'm moving some desk I have upstair to install my own studio in the groundfloor.

Harmonics Series.

 The conservatoire's library was giving away music sheets and stuff, took some of them, although most of them were piano scores. I could only take one easy guitar method and a duo sheet... and many works of Chopin, Liszt and Schubert, piano of course.                          
 Ugh... I sooo should have gone to the Harmonic Instrument class.
 God of fucking dammits.                                                                                                                  

No Quarter.

Aquí,  haciendo cada día del año.

Cambiando mi vida con una oleada de su palma

Nadie puede negar que hay algo.

Allí, corriendo por mis manos a través de su cabello

Ambos pensando que tan bueno puede ser.

Alguien está hablando, pero ella no sabe que está allí...

"Here, There, Everywhere", P. McCartney (Revolver, 1966)

  I should have gone to the Harmonic Instrument class today. 

Synesthesia.

That asshole professor, such an inept, even a monkey could do his job. And even if the monkey had AIDS I would prefer the fucking monkey. Professor Chimp, PhD. Can he care less?

So I'm coursing all the subjects of both years, that principal wasn't such an ogre.

And that lad... always yelling, at least she shows interest.

Does it worth it? Why do I have the urge to take exams earlier? It's a four and four, eight-year career for a fucking licence, ffs. 

Recorded myself playing "Natalia" in a classroom. Strings were detuned, although being halfstep up. I'd like to be in my room listening to indie music and reading some ebooks.

A heart doesn't harden by itself.  

Letters.

Half step up. All strings. Tape. Cardboard.

Free to Strum, Free to Chute.

Couldn't embed the Lemonhope song I wanted, but I shall conform with this one.

Imma teach tomorrow. Dealing with someone with depression. 

Who. The. F.

I need a shower and ZZZ.

Xylophones. 

Yardbirds.

OMG who the hell cares about the soccer world cup.