0128 [in which BUCKY IS ON THE LOOSE!]
Have you guys heard about Bucky? Yeah, he's running through the woods 20 minutes from my house.
EDIT:// As of 9 / 9 / 06, BUCKY HAS BEEN APPREHENDED! WOOT!
It's actually frightening (in addition to being monumentally stupid) because I know quite a few State Troopers, and I know people around this area (obviously). I'm just praying sporadically for them, and for Bucky to be caught soon. He's killed a trooper and wounded two others in the past two months.
I'm also praying that everyone in this county will be forced to attend school until they reach an acceptable intelligence quotient.
Yeah, we rock. *face!palm*
In other news, I'm doing a show with the 10,000 Maniacs tonight. Well, I'm drumming for the band that's OPENING for the OPENING band(s) during the 10,000 Maniacs' 25th Anniversary concert. Natalie (Merchant) is supposedly in Europe, but I'm holding out hope that she'll come and surprise everyone and that I'll get to meet her. She's a pretty awesome person; definitely the sole reason for the band's success. In reality, the revamps that we (a bunch of high school and college students) made are much more musically complex than anything that the band actually did.
I'm taking Sociology at a local community college, and I'm absolutely enthralled with it. I really thought I'd prefer Psych, but Sociology is FASCINATING. Maybe it's just that my teacher is killer (a Boston-bred middle-aged guy who never speaks above a low conversational tone and who tells AMAZING stories) or perhaps it's because the topic is suicide, and the social aspects of it. At any rate, it's awesome, and I walk out of the class feeling enriched beyond belief. I'm never bored in it, and I've always got things to think about during the rest of my classes.
I don't know what else to say, other than "I'm sorry for being a lousy e-friend and for ignoring things", because that's just what I do. I have no idea why... I hate it. I don't know... maybe I'll find out why I'm so strange during this semester. I hope so.
Like the statue in the park of this war-torn town
And its protests of the darkness
And this chaos all around
With its beauty
How it matters,
How it matters
Oh, and a fridayfiver or two:
1. When is the last time you dressed inappropriately for a situation?
Aw man, I can't remember. I guess I'd say Blaurie's wedding, when I wore a dress that I couldn't move or sit in, and shoes that made my feet bleed.
2. How many friends do you have?
I don't know. Including my church and excluding my family... maybe 25?
3. Are you running on time today?
Yup.
4. Do you use bleach on your laundry?
I don't do my laundry, and I wouldn't just because bleach scares me.
5. What are your thoughts on guns?
They are SO COOL (handguns especially), but they make killing less personal and WAY too many rednecks have them.
1. If you could pick your own theme song, what would it be?
"Always Know Where You Are" by Johnny Rzeznik, because it resembles my redemption. Essentially, it talks about my screwed up years, and how I changed into where I am today. Even though he migrated to Complete Suckage from Absolute Rockville, I still loves old Johnny.
2. Now be honest...if others had to pick a song that described you, what would they choose?
I have no clue. I can NEVER tell what other people think of me... sorry.
3. What song would be/was the first dance at your wedding?
I'm thinking "Circus Lights" by Black Lab, until I find something better. I HATE all of that first dance wedding crap... toasts and long walks and pictures galore. I want to get married on a hill, take off the dress, put on some jeans and go have a burger.
4. What song gets stuck in your head most often?
I can't say. Usually a song I don't want in there.
5. What song would you want played at your funeral?
"Better Than Life". Yeah, it's a Hillsong, but the lyrics are amazing and ring true in EVERY setting. Besides that, I'd want people to be happy at my funeral; I'm with Jesus, for goodness' sake!
Now I get to go drum. Grah. I'm slightly nervous now, as always. I can't wait 'til it's done. :)
I'm feeling somewhat
anxious
I'm feeling somewhat
stressed
I'm listening to The Great London Traffic Warden Massacre - Morcheeba
EDIT:// As of 9 / 9 / 06, BUCKY HAS BEEN APPREHENDED! WOOT!
It's actually frightening (in addition to being monumentally stupid) because I know quite a few State Troopers, and I know people around this area (obviously). I'm just praying sporadically for them, and for Bucky to be caught soon. He's killed a trooper and wounded two others in the past two months.
I'm also praying that everyone in this county will be forced to attend school until they reach an acceptable intelligence quotient.
Yeah, we rock. *face!palm*
In other news, I'm doing a show with the 10,000 Maniacs tonight. Well, I'm drumming for the band that's OPENING for the OPENING band(s) during the 10,000 Maniacs' 25th Anniversary concert. Natalie (Merchant) is supposedly in Europe, but I'm holding out hope that she'll come and surprise everyone and that I'll get to meet her. She's a pretty awesome person; definitely the sole reason for the band's success. In reality, the revamps that we (a bunch of high school and college students) made are much more musically complex than anything that the band actually did.
I'm taking Sociology at a local community college, and I'm absolutely enthralled with it. I really thought I'd prefer Psych, but Sociology is FASCINATING. Maybe it's just that my teacher is killer (a Boston-bred middle-aged guy who never speaks above a low conversational tone and who tells AMAZING stories) or perhaps it's because the topic is suicide, and the social aspects of it. At any rate, it's awesome, and I walk out of the class feeling enriched beyond belief. I'm never bored in it, and I've always got things to think about during the rest of my classes.
I don't know what else to say, other than "I'm sorry for being a lousy e-friend and for ignoring things", because that's just what I do. I have no idea why... I hate it. I don't know... maybe I'll find out why I'm so strange during this semester. I hope so.
Like the statue in the park of this war-torn town
And its protests of the darkness
And this chaos all around
With its beauty
How it matters,
How it matters
Oh, and a fridayfiver or two:
1. When is the last time you dressed inappropriately for a situation?
Aw man, I can't remember. I guess I'd say Blaurie's wedding, when I wore a dress that I couldn't move or sit in, and shoes that made my feet bleed.
2. How many friends do you have?
I don't know. Including my church and excluding my family... maybe 25?
3. Are you running on time today?
Yup.
4. Do you use bleach on your laundry?
I don't do my laundry, and I wouldn't just because bleach scares me.
5. What are your thoughts on guns?
They are SO COOL (handguns especially), but they make killing less personal and WAY too many rednecks have them.
1. If you could pick your own theme song, what would it be?
"Always Know Where You Are" by Johnny Rzeznik, because it resembles my redemption. Essentially, it talks about my screwed up years, and how I changed into where I am today. Even though he migrated to Complete Suckage from Absolute Rockville, I still loves old Johnny.
2. Now be honest...if others had to pick a song that described you, what would they choose?
I have no clue. I can NEVER tell what other people think of me... sorry.
3. What song would be/was the first dance at your wedding?
I'm thinking "Circus Lights" by Black Lab, until I find something better. I HATE all of that first dance wedding crap... toasts and long walks and pictures galore. I want to get married on a hill, take off the dress, put on some jeans and go have a burger.
4. What song gets stuck in your head most often?
I can't say. Usually a song I don't want in there.
5. What song would you want played at your funeral?
"Better Than Life". Yeah, it's a Hillsong, but the lyrics are amazing and ring true in EVERY setting. Besides that, I'd want people to be happy at my funeral; I'm with Jesus, for goodness' sake!
Now I get to go drum. Grah. I'm slightly nervous now, as always. I can't wait 'til it's done. :)
I'm feeling somewhat
anxious
I'm feeling somewhat
stressed
I'm listening to The Great London Traffic Warden Massacre - Morcheeba