spitting out decisions to laugh at the result

So I have this whole makeover of my life in my head right now.
What to do or not to do is the question, ladys and gentlemen!

HA! But how funny it is...When I say something just for the sake of hearing how it sounds and then let destiny giggle it's ass off, looking at silly me, changing from nothing to one.

So there is this idea of not continuing coming to MI. How I am not enough into guitar and guitar only but more of an artistic melange and it doesn't really seem like I should pile up any more debts for the sake of learning some more scales or styles or whatever or life playing experience, when I am apparently not so much into it after all...like, I don't freaking practice until 4 AM, until my finger bleed!
No! I lay in my room, look into the greenblue sunkissed evening sky and think about multi art performances, putting dance, theater, music, art, whatever! together.

I guess, I have to just freaking face it: THAT'S me. As much as I WISH I was a female Hendrix, I am NOT. Duh. How annoying.

But as soon as I spit all those thoughts out in a very nice conversation with a common friend of my love and mine, I went to this live playing workship, reaggae, and freaking enjoyed it SO MUCH. And am all thrilled to play more guitar now. HAHA. It's like life wants to freaking mindfuck me.

Thank you.

PS I will never learn how to spell raggae (reggae?) right