My first guitar

Well, I finally did it, I bought my first acoustic guitar! I've been wanting one since I was 16 or so, but have never really justified spending money on one. Well, I've found that I can be somewhat impulsive when it comes to certain things (tattoos, piercing...etc), and since I'm trying very hard to be a good girl and a good example of my faith, I no longer have any visible piercings or tattoos. I REALLY wanted to get another tattoo though.

I've found that when life is really crappy for me, I have a tendency to mark it somehow, last time it was my nose, now I wanted a tattoo on my arm. So there I was, waiting in front of a tattoo parlor for my appointment, minding my own business, when all the sudden my feet were tired of waiting, and they just started walking all by themselves. Conversation from brain to feet as follows:

Brain: Hey feet, where ya going?
Feet: Um...I really don't feel like staying still, the ankles are starting to protest and I guess the message got lost to you around the mid-section, so I decided to take matters into my own hands, er...feet.
Brain: But that's not your job, we're here to decorate right arm, remember?
Feet: Yeah, but for some reason I just want to walk.
Eyes: Hey guys, make up your minds! We're headed for a pole!
Brain: LEFT...LEFT!!
Eyes: Holy crap, turn!
Hand: *WHACK* OW!! Watch were ya going! I just got burned earlier today!
Brain: sorry bout that...ok now feet, where ya going??
Feet: I've decided to go home, this is ridiculous!
Brain: Ok, there's the bus plaza...go there and get on the bus.
Feet: Ok...going.
-sitting on the bus on the way home-
Brain: Hmmm...there's that music shop that she's been wanting to check out
Hand: that's it, I'm wanting in on some of this action too, I'm taking matters into my own..well, ME!
Brain: wait! Well, er...I guess we can stop by for a bit.
Feet: Woo-hoo, ok, I like this better....
Brain: Oooooooo....guitars!
Hands (in unison): We can do this!
Heart: Um...ya know brain, I've kept quiet until now, but The Still Small Voice and I have been conversing over here, and ya know, I think this might be a better decision. I'm also sure that Right arm won't mind being spared more pain, ya know?
Right arm: thank you!
Brain: Well, you have been the boss lately, and I guess you're right...ok...let's remember how much money we have....

I guess you can figure out what happens next. All I know is that in all honesty my feet just started walking of their own accord, and I ended up at a music store. I love my guitar, I even named it! (sad right?) I start lessons next week. I think I made the right decision...don't you? Cio'