no one needs to know
its prom day.
wow.
i got up at about 12:30 today, after going to bed way too late (and we know who's fault it is... j/k) i've spent the day figuring out how to play an Ozma song (No One Needs to Know) on guitar... i finished it up and sent it to the band. (www.mp3.com/ozma)
i need to shave. shaving ranks as one of the ten things i most hate doing. it's an exercise in futility- as much as you shave, its always gonna grow back again. what a drag. its worse now when its cold because the hot water stings. and few things can equate to the embarassment of having the door opened on you while youre wearing nothing but a towel and a shaving cream Santa Claus beard. not that that's ever, uh, happened to me.
brazil's energy rationing plan incredibly ticks me off... i just looooooove when an incompetent government punishes its tax-paying citizens for its own corruption and mistakes (read Irene's rant about it for further details).
hm.....what else? i guess i should be off to shower and all and then get into a tux...that should be interesting.
Julia wins best accidental insult of the month with:
Current Mood: nauseated
Current Music: Just listened to Mike's song
But it's all cleared up and well now.
Deep inside my eye
There is part of you
You still look the same
But you're grown up now
So much time has passed
Since I saw you last
An apple pie, the number Pi
I studied you in math class, oh
And did all my work
But never got your digits
Take a number like 5, times ten, times again
Five hundred miles of Apple orchards to defend
Deep inside my core, there is part of you
You still look the same, but you're upside down
Why are you still in my eye!?
Will your memory ever die? oh, oh
An apple tree, a family tree
we'll plant ours together
and the roots will hold
forever and forever
So what can i say?
I won't delay
I'm leaving today (leaving today)
Five hundred miles of apple orchards in my way
A Macintosh, a mackintosh
You messaged me all winter
Oh, and i wrote replies
But still felt like a loser
Pack an apple to eat, go hit the street
Get on your feet
Five hundred miles of apple orchards till we meet
So i'm taking a stand
With apple in stand
I pull up my sleeve
Its time that i make like an apple tree and leave
--Ozma, "Apple Trees"
wow.
i got up at about 12:30 today, after going to bed way too late (and we know who's fault it is... j/k) i've spent the day figuring out how to play an Ozma song (No One Needs to Know) on guitar... i finished it up and sent it to the band. (www.mp3.com/ozma)
i need to shave. shaving ranks as one of the ten things i most hate doing. it's an exercise in futility- as much as you shave, its always gonna grow back again. what a drag. its worse now when its cold because the hot water stings. and few things can equate to the embarassment of having the door opened on you while youre wearing nothing but a towel and a shaving cream Santa Claus beard. not that that's ever, uh, happened to me.
brazil's energy rationing plan incredibly ticks me off... i just looooooove when an incompetent government punishes its tax-paying citizens for its own corruption and mistakes (read Irene's rant about it for further details).
hm.....what else? i guess i should be off to shower and all and then get into a tux...that should be interesting.
Julia wins best accidental insult of the month with:
Current Mood: nauseated
Current Music: Just listened to Mike's song
But it's all cleared up and well now.
Deep inside my eye
There is part of you
You still look the same
But you're grown up now
So much time has passed
Since I saw you last
An apple pie, the number Pi
I studied you in math class, oh
And did all my work
But never got your digits
Take a number like 5, times ten, times again
Five hundred miles of Apple orchards to defend
Deep inside my core, there is part of you
You still look the same, but you're upside down
Why are you still in my eye!?
Will your memory ever die? oh, oh
An apple tree, a family tree
we'll plant ours together
and the roots will hold
forever and forever
So what can i say?
I won't delay
I'm leaving today (leaving today)
Five hundred miles of apple orchards in my way
A Macintosh, a mackintosh
You messaged me all winter
Oh, and i wrote replies
But still felt like a loser
Pack an apple to eat, go hit the street
Get on your feet
Five hundred miles of apple orchards till we meet
So i'm taking a stand
With apple in stand
I pull up my sleeve
Its time that i make like an apple tree and leave
--Ozma, "Apple Trees"