So, I got a 12 string guitar... (and my wisdom teeth out)

A few weeks ago I splurged on a gorgeous (40% off) 12 string Seagull guitar. Below are pictures of it getting to know my older 6 string Baden. The purpose of this post is to show off, of course, and to justify why it is absolutely necessary to have both a 6 string and a 12 string. Because it is.

More recently (on Friday) I got my wisdom teeth removed. For some reason these two topics got blended together into one post. Enjoy!

My Baden probably feels a little inadequate.

But it's way shinier than the Seagull and the Seagull doesn't have a pickup. I still love you, Baden. I will never replace you.


But I also really love this new guitar. The double strings are eating my fingertips alive, but I just can't stop playing it. And when I switch back to a 6 string it's like... an empty feeling. I don't know. But you can't do this on a 12-string:

Yeah, I can play the Sherlock theme song. It's not a big deal.

I'm kidding, it's a really big deal. I think it is, anyway.

Let's do a little 6 string versus 12 string sound comparison, shall we?

Well, not only did you get to hear the amazing difference between 6 and 12 strings, but also see my room... hahaha do you like my magazine pages of The Cumberbatch and Stephen Colbert on my wall? Yeppers.

Again, blaming that video on my first experience with general anesthesia and pain meds. About wisdom-teeth-removal, it went very smoothly... well, I mean, I remember very little of it, but that's perfectly fine with me. And whatever that stuff is that they make you breathe in so you pass out - it's awesome. I was like, oh, you're sticking a needle in my arm? Okay, that's cool. What are you putting in my mouth? My feet are all tingly... I actually don't remember waking up and getting out of the chair, which is weird, but I remember the nurse walking me out and she was like "You're doing a great job walking!" as I'm clutching her for support, and I'm thinking, how do people normally walk after this?!  The rest of that day I ate Jell-O and room temperature mashed potatoes and watched too many episodes of Heroes before feeling like I wanted to do something with my life. And you got the latter half of this post out my restlessness, so lucky you! The worst part is just being super sore. And having weird urges such as making a vlog.

Since then, I've swollen up to a cute chipmunk look and today it's settled down into some serious Brad Pitt jawline. So, I'm having fun.