Well, those in the chatroom already know, but my guitar and killswitch are not at home with me yet.
Yesterday, a little dazed with excitement, we (my dad and I) pulled into the guitar shop's parking lot, only to have the guy I gave my guitar to to give to the other guy to install come out shaking his head. I learned that he apparently underestimated the height of the button and had it up too high, so he has to rewire it and he'll bring it back to me tomorrow (AKA today). Well, I had just gotten my new cell phone a matter of minutes ago, so I was too excited to be all that disappointed.
Well, today finally comes, and I'm in luck, as the day will seem to go quicker due to chapel interrupting the eight periods of pure insanity. And I would even get to play in the middle school chapel (not high school :/), so that in itself was pretty cool. Well, the day finally ends, and after waiting an hour for my ride, I head home and get most of my homework done, eat, and then literally squeal in excitement to the sound of the car going down the road to the guitar shop. We pull up and exit the vehicle and stroll on in.
"Your guitar is not here."
Well, my spirits reached their peak and stayed teetering off the edge. The guy tells me that now something else has gone wrong: the momentary switch I gave the guy to install actually does the opposite of a killswitch: it powers on the guitar when the button is pushed in instead of off. I just kind of say ok and nod my head, and not until I reach the car do my spirits utterly drop down past zero. And that's about where I am right now, even though I shouldn't be so excited about a killswitch. Oh well.
