I have singed up for drum lessons.
My new teacher has some serious RAWK HAIR, or at least that's what it looks like from his picture. Like he's caught a bad case of the metal. I won't start until the end of the month, but hot damn, I'm excited. I WANT TO LEARN LATIN BEATS!!! Whoah, sorry, that voice just popped in out of nowhere. Bring on the drums. AND THE LATIN BEATS!!! Do you think a metal rocker would teach a wee banjo player some sweet latin rhythms? I sure hope so. Because I can salsa like a motherfucker.*
I may cut my hair off.
Yes, no. Yes, no. I can't decide. I like the long hair, but being as thick and tangly as it is, a shorter style is tempting. Also, my hair grows like a weed. So if I cut it off and want it back, it will take less than a year to grow it back out again. Decisions!
We chose a cover song. It is brilliant. It may use the number 4 instead of "for" and the letter U instead of "you." HINT.
*Holy potty mouth, Batman.