on top of that I've decided not to even take lessons this semester. It's not because they're at 8 am in the morning, although that is not a good characteristic of them, it's that I'm fing sick of guitar. I spent last semester two hours a day playing classical and learning to read music, which was fine and dandy. I burnt myself out, which strangely enough my father predicted (he's not a very insightful man).
Well, just thought i'd share since I'm kind of shakey making decisions. So feel free to be praise me or call me a dumb bum. Word to the people. :)