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this crazy livejournal is so dumb but ironically im going to write stuff anyway.
so tonight was amazing. i fell in love with my drum. wow, it is so awesome. i mean i taught myself so obviously its just randomness but it actually sounds like something. it kept be entertained for a good hour. then when kyle came over we played with a popcorn tin as the second drum, aw good times. haha its so great!
then we went to park ave and there just so happened to be two drummers playing on the street. so we watched them for awhile and talked about life. i like talking about life with kyle. im going to miss that girl. then we found this great alleyway and i made kyle go stand in it so i could get a picture. we ended up hanging out there for awhile, taking artistic photographs and dancing. well it was more like i realized the place was crawling with centipedes so i had to do a lot of flailing to get rid of them.
then we went and ate at eastridge diner or something which is open 24 hours a day. yeah we were too hyper to be seated in a nice little diner at 11:30 and be expected to stay quiet, or to stay still for that matter. oh, the endless humor.
and on the way home, brokendown palace, grateful dead.
so tonight was amazing. i fell in love with my drum. wow, it is so awesome. i mean i taught myself so obviously its just randomness but it actually sounds like something. it kept be entertained for a good hour. then when kyle came over we played with a popcorn tin as the second drum, aw good times. haha its so great!
then we went to park ave and there just so happened to be two drummers playing on the street. so we watched them for awhile and talked about life. i like talking about life with kyle. im going to miss that girl. then we found this great alleyway and i made kyle go stand in it so i could get a picture. we ended up hanging out there for awhile, taking artistic photographs and dancing. well it was more like i realized the place was crawling with centipedes so i had to do a lot of flailing to get rid of them.
then we went and ate at eastridge diner or something which is open 24 hours a day. yeah we were too hyper to be seated in a nice little diner at 11:30 and be expected to stay quiet, or to stay still for that matter. oh, the endless humor.
and on the way home, brokendown palace, grateful dead.