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I read another freaking web comic archive last night/this morning. It was terrible. I'm not even going to name it. There were about five comics in all 314 that I laughed out loud at, and one that I liked even though it wasn't funny. That, my friends, is a waste of time. Be smarter than me. Don't do webcomics.
Woah. Adrian's brother's exgirlfriend's friends' band Rack is freaking amazing.
I'm babysitting my ex-piano students for the first time tomorrow. I have babysat a number of times I could count on one hand and it's been awhile. Let's hope I don't kill anyone.
God I've been so overemotional the past few days. I almost cried at kitten-killing jokes in the webcomic I'm not naming, and at this one Rack song about this guy who loses all his appendages in a car accident.
But I have decided that I am going to cut down on the drama in my life by entirely eliminating my love life. Really, friends and little children and music and the earth are a full life. Also I don't have a problem with free love so I'm not eliminating my sex life (ha. I don't have a sex life to eliminate) okay my hypothetical sex life, but at the moment I am relatively just done with boys. I told this to Jesse tonight. I believe he understands. He's such a good kid. I am happy we have stayed in contact and are going to stay friends.
I've been so honest with my mom recently. It's unreal.
Camping was incredibly awesome. We went directly against parental demands and gave Shanti and Riley the two person tent and Sean and us Aris had the other one. We had the weirdest conversation which involved a medley of made up songs and the concept of communal hindquarters. God I love those two people. With them I am nothing but me and everything is perfect.
I got swarmed on Monday and we watched Blues Brothers. Amazing movie. Another convincing reason everyone in the world should know the same choreographed dances and be able to break into them whenever the appropriate music is played. Best part of the movie: two Nazis are plummeting to their death in a car. One Nazi turns to the other and says, "I've always loved you." And, like that in Explorers always has, the credit music made me get up and dance.
After the movie we went into Winslow (oh that's me being badass again. My mother forbid a trip to Winslow at such an ungodly hour of 11:30) and I swung on the swing set and it felt like a falling dream. And didn't make me nauseous. And I said goodbye to Shanti who was leaving the next morning. Her visit was way fun. It would be mad awesome if she came up here for second semester. She got her ears pierced, too, after all these years. They look so pretty. So yay for Shanti. Now she is on to bigger and better things (Michigan, I think.)
I've been having the most vivid dreams lately and remembering them almost every night. I love it.
I got my food handler's permit yesterday and today Sean's caterer boss told me if I called her she'd put me on her schedule. What, a job? Ooh, that and I finally went back to Barbara today after a huge space of no lessons and she told me she'd pay me to record CDs of the piano accompaniments to the vocal warm ups in her books, and to accompany kids in recitals. Yay! So even if the Spanish school lady who called me back the other day on a cell phone with a bad connection and told me there were no French teacher positions available but got disconnected before she could tell me whether there were Spanish teacher positions (see, I don't speak French or have any desire to teach it.) even if she tells me there are no Spanish teacher positions either, I will have my work cut out for me so to speak. Oh and on that food handler's permit test, I got 100%. That's right.
Oh yes and I went into Seattle with Chloe yesterday. Thereby standing up Sean in return for his standing me up. It was really fun and adventurous and I love Chloe but half way through the trip we both got really tired and were sort of enveloped in this haze. But still a good time. And I was proud of my not buying anything, because oh yes I don't actually need any type of clothing and won't for the next twenty years unless I gain an inordinate amount of weight. Which, with my current level of physical activity, is not unlikely. But I've started doing situps and pushups again after a really long recess so maybe there is hope for my girlish figure after all. (I'm playing. I do realize I weigh 115 pounds.)
Concentrating so hard on something that you cease to hear is a really weird phenomenon.
Ari and I worked out the Flaming Lips' Yoshimi on guitar and recorder and are going to find someone to be a ninja for us and then do it as performance art at Pegasus on Sunday. It's so hot.
I'm babysitting at 10:00 am tomorrow. The time has come for me to go to sleep. Goodnight all you beautiful people.
<3
Woah. Adrian's brother's exgirlfriend's friends' band Rack is freaking amazing.
I'm babysitting my ex-piano students for the first time tomorrow. I have babysat a number of times I could count on one hand and it's been awhile. Let's hope I don't kill anyone.
God I've been so overemotional the past few days. I almost cried at kitten-killing jokes in the webcomic I'm not naming, and at this one Rack song about this guy who loses all his appendages in a car accident.
But I have decided that I am going to cut down on the drama in my life by entirely eliminating my love life. Really, friends and little children and music and the earth are a full life. Also I don't have a problem with free love so I'm not eliminating my sex life (ha. I don't have a sex life to eliminate) okay my hypothetical sex life, but at the moment I am relatively just done with boys. I told this to Jesse tonight. I believe he understands. He's such a good kid. I am happy we have stayed in contact and are going to stay friends.
I've been so honest with my mom recently. It's unreal.
Camping was incredibly awesome. We went directly against parental demands and gave Shanti and Riley the two person tent and Sean and us Aris had the other one. We had the weirdest conversation which involved a medley of made up songs and the concept of communal hindquarters. God I love those two people. With them I am nothing but me and everything is perfect.
I got swarmed on Monday and we watched Blues Brothers. Amazing movie. Another convincing reason everyone in the world should know the same choreographed dances and be able to break into them whenever the appropriate music is played. Best part of the movie: two Nazis are plummeting to their death in a car. One Nazi turns to the other and says, "I've always loved you." And, like that in Explorers always has, the credit music made me get up and dance.
After the movie we went into Winslow (oh that's me being badass again. My mother forbid a trip to Winslow at such an ungodly hour of 11:30) and I swung on the swing set and it felt like a falling dream. And didn't make me nauseous. And I said goodbye to Shanti who was leaving the next morning. Her visit was way fun. It would be mad awesome if she came up here for second semester. She got her ears pierced, too, after all these years. They look so pretty. So yay for Shanti. Now she is on to bigger and better things (Michigan, I think.)
I've been having the most vivid dreams lately and remembering them almost every night. I love it.
I got my food handler's permit yesterday and today Sean's caterer boss told me if I called her she'd put me on her schedule. What, a job? Ooh, that and I finally went back to Barbara today after a huge space of no lessons and she told me she'd pay me to record CDs of the piano accompaniments to the vocal warm ups in her books, and to accompany kids in recitals. Yay! So even if the Spanish school lady who called me back the other day on a cell phone with a bad connection and told me there were no French teacher positions available but got disconnected before she could tell me whether there were Spanish teacher positions (see, I don't speak French or have any desire to teach it.) even if she tells me there are no Spanish teacher positions either, I will have my work cut out for me so to speak. Oh and on that food handler's permit test, I got 100%. That's right.
Oh yes and I went into Seattle with Chloe yesterday. Thereby standing up Sean in return for his standing me up. It was really fun and adventurous and I love Chloe but half way through the trip we both got really tired and were sort of enveloped in this haze. But still a good time. And I was proud of my not buying anything, because oh yes I don't actually need any type of clothing and won't for the next twenty years unless I gain an inordinate amount of weight. Which, with my current level of physical activity, is not unlikely. But I've started doing situps and pushups again after a really long recess so maybe there is hope for my girlish figure after all. (I'm playing. I do realize I weigh 115 pounds.)
Concentrating so hard on something that you cease to hear is a really weird phenomenon.
Ari and I worked out the Flaming Lips' Yoshimi on guitar and recorder and are going to find someone to be a ninja for us and then do it as performance art at Pegasus on Sunday. It's so hot.
I'm babysitting at 10:00 am tomorrow. The time has come for me to go to sleep. Goodnight all you beautiful people.
<3