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Misse in Tempore Belli
Gak - sporadic, obligatory update. It's been a while, and it promises to be a while longer, since the laptop is broken, again. This time the powerboard isn't working, which means I have to send it to Gateway. I spit at technology.
In other news, I love going back and listening to old mix CDs. It's so funny to see what I used to find entertaining and cool. On the other hand, it's appalling to realize that I have no taste at all. I mean... did I really make a CD with such filth on it? New Found Glory, are you kidding me? What was I, 12? Wait... yes, I was.
I believe that the Amory Railroad Festival is simulataneously the best and worst representation of Amory, or even small-town Mississippi. Best in that it's the most accurate. Worst in that said accuracy is kind of scary. It did, however, make me feel good about myself. I'm not even going to delve into the debacle/fiasco/circus/hilarity that is Railroad Festival. Seriously, where do those people come from?
I think I strained my thigh/groin muscle last night. I'm pretty stoked about it.
Grakk... I really should update more, simply to record ideas that are now beyond reach, but seemed good at one time.
And why won't my eyes quit twitching!?! Ack.
Gak - sporadic, obligatory update. It's been a while, and it promises to be a while longer, since the laptop is broken, again. This time the powerboard isn't working, which means I have to send it to Gateway. I spit at technology.
In other news, I love going back and listening to old mix CDs. It's so funny to see what I used to find entertaining and cool. On the other hand, it's appalling to realize that I have no taste at all. I mean... did I really make a CD with such filth on it? New Found Glory, are you kidding me? What was I, 12? Wait... yes, I was.
I believe that the Amory Railroad Festival is simulataneously the best and worst representation of Amory, or even small-town Mississippi. Best in that it's the most accurate. Worst in that said accuracy is kind of scary. It did, however, make me feel good about myself. I'm not even going to delve into the debacle/fiasco/circus/hilarity that is Railroad Festival. Seriously, where do those people come from?
I think I strained my thigh/groin muscle last night. I'm pretty stoked about it.
Grakk... I really should update more, simply to record ideas that are now beyond reach, but seemed good at one time.
And why won't my eyes quit twitching!?! Ack.