Franklyn Ezeh!
I'm starting my own songbook,
& a funk band called Zzzsst.
Sure I am.
And no, no I still haven't bothered learning how to add text on a lj-cut heading.
Visited home this weekend for my sister's Birthday.
Thursday Dustin & I camped out in front of West Quad. The next day I watched the freshman infiltrate the area & checked out the newest sprawling ventures downtown. This, coupled with the Annarborisovverrated blog curbs my idealized notions of tree-town right quickly.
Friday, I realized my orangish cat Willie turned into a whitish drunkenpuff Polarbear when I was gone. And my black cat Johnny got rusty, what the hell.
Saturday we fixed up one of our old schwinns & started on a tri-lakes ride with my Da & James, only to get my bike smashed in by James a mile in- spewing us & my front spokes all explodie over the pavement. It's never a good idea to rest your forearms on a bike while turning to exhibit your coordination.
But, after the fall was an instrument party in Chelsea, and it made all the difference. It was an obscene amount of old hippies and spirits and songbooks, one of which couldn't stop saying "Wooo, yeea, let's get a groove goin," as soon as he felt everyone work in to the next song. We played most the night & even sucked my mom in with the Spirit In The Sky song. Everyone needs to throw more instrument parties.
Sunday we feasted outside in honor of Katiedid. My Grandmama Shirl smashed into our screen door & sweet potatoed her dress. Afterwards, we drove back to school with homemade Vodka pasta waiting for us.
It was a good weekend.
& a funk band called Zzzsst.
Sure I am.
And no, no I still haven't bothered learning how to add text on a lj-cut heading.
Visited home this weekend for my sister's Birthday.
Thursday Dustin & I camped out in front of West Quad. The next day I watched the freshman infiltrate the area & checked out the newest sprawling ventures downtown. This, coupled with the Annarborisovverrated blog curbs my idealized notions of tree-town right quickly.
Friday, I realized my orangish cat Willie turned into a whitish drunkenpuff Polarbear when I was gone. And my black cat Johnny got rusty, what the hell.
Saturday we fixed up one of our old schwinns & started on a tri-lakes ride with my Da & James, only to get my bike smashed in by James a mile in- spewing us & my front spokes all explodie over the pavement. It's never a good idea to rest your forearms on a bike while turning to exhibit your coordination.
But, after the fall was an instrument party in Chelsea, and it made all the difference. It was an obscene amount of old hippies and spirits and songbooks, one of which couldn't stop saying "Wooo, yeea, let's get a groove goin," as soon as he felt everyone work in to the next song. We played most the night & even sucked my mom in with the Spirit In The Sky song. Everyone needs to throw more instrument parties.
Sunday we feasted outside in honor of Katiedid. My Grandmama Shirl smashed into our screen door & sweet potatoed her dress. Afterwards, we drove back to school with homemade Vodka pasta waiting for us.
It was a good weekend.