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(thursday)
y'know, i'm not entirely sure what color my eyes are, or how they work in my expressions. i spend a lot of time watching other people's faces move, trying to solve the riddles, but i'm woefully unaware of what my own face may be saying. i plan to study more, especially where there's a source of tasty espresso conveniently located five steps away.
had a crazy conversation with my mom.
so yes, there's that. and john's gonna go through radiation again. ian lost a tooth today at work. my mom has these black sharpie bags under her eyes because she doesn't sleep and they've all been sick recently. i made scones and listened to my mom's problems. practiced throwing razor blades. it was pretty good.
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that was thursday.
now it's monday, i feel pretty dead. and i've got a slight cold that'll probably be gone tomorrow.
i went to gay band camp. i am in love with every member of RCB... except for the annoying (straight) guy who walked in on a few of us, without knocking, during a relaxed moment and started talking about his corny appreciation of the band experience, then followed us out to the group of people hanging out in the hall and played his ukulele and sang, both spectacularly poorly and loud. but aside from the annoying guy, band was mind blowing and fun. fort worden is a pretty cool place. marching, games, rehearsing and partying. richie got me to slow dance for like ten seconds. i saw my conductor drunk. he's a middleschool teacher, he was dressed up like one, and had this big ruler... there was a lot of drag and good stuff in general. including booze. someone made pot brownies.
after we checked out yesterday one of my bandmates and i drove north and west to some salt water park to play on the beach. some little boy had written jesus loves you, and separately that tyler loves jesus. my bandmate fixed the second one by writing ramiez below jesus. then she wrote she loves the FSM, and drew a little picture.
band camp should never end. or, maybe a full week would be good. more than that might kill us.
we are damn awesome.
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beyond band, since i'll never get over it, today i'm going to take it easy, find breakfast (even though it's one now), and probably go to trabant tonight. if you're interested, you know what to do.
y'know, i'm not entirely sure what color my eyes are, or how they work in my expressions. i spend a lot of time watching other people's faces move, trying to solve the riddles, but i'm woefully unaware of what my own face may be saying. i plan to study more, especially where there's a source of tasty espresso conveniently located five steps away.
had a crazy conversation with my mom.
so yes, there's that. and john's gonna go through radiation again. ian lost a tooth today at work. my mom has these black sharpie bags under her eyes because she doesn't sleep and they've all been sick recently. i made scones and listened to my mom's problems. practiced throwing razor blades. it was pretty good.
***
that was thursday.
now it's monday, i feel pretty dead. and i've got a slight cold that'll probably be gone tomorrow.
i went to gay band camp. i am in love with every member of RCB... except for the annoying (straight) guy who walked in on a few of us, without knocking, during a relaxed moment and started talking about his corny appreciation of the band experience, then followed us out to the group of people hanging out in the hall and played his ukulele and sang, both spectacularly poorly and loud. but aside from the annoying guy, band was mind blowing and fun. fort worden is a pretty cool place. marching, games, rehearsing and partying. richie got me to slow dance for like ten seconds. i saw my conductor drunk. he's a middleschool teacher, he was dressed up like one, and had this big ruler... there was a lot of drag and good stuff in general. including booze. someone made pot brownies.
after we checked out yesterday one of my bandmates and i drove north and west to some salt water park to play on the beach. some little boy had written jesus loves you, and separately that tyler loves jesus. my bandmate fixed the second one by writing ramiez below jesus. then she wrote she loves the FSM, and drew a little picture.
band camp should never end. or, maybe a full week would be good. more than that might kill us.
we are damn awesome.
***
beyond band, since i'll never get over it, today i'm going to take it easy, find breakfast (even though it's one now), and probably go to trabant tonight. if you're interested, you know what to do.