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Wow, it's SO wonderful to have my driver's license.
I mean...I've had it for a while, now, but it never really hit me until now.
Yesterday, I was able to take the van (The only car leftin the driveway. It has a sweet sterio system, though.) roll down the windows, blast the sterio, and play....Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier". Ok, not the coolest thing to be blasting, but I had already listened to AC-DC that day. Still, It felt great to drive by people, and have them bob to the music:
"Buffalo Soldier,
Dreadlock Rasta.
There was a buffalo soldier,
In the heart of America.
Fighting on arrival,
Fighting for survival.
Driven from the mainland,
The the heart of the Carribean."
But hey, as my little sister put it so elequently: "Shut UP, stupid-head!"
Don't you wish that you could play guitar as well as Jimmy Paige, Eric Clapton, B.B. King, Jimi Hendrix, Angus Young, or Muddy Waters? I mean, If I had HALF the guitar talent of Kurt Cobain, I'd be pretty terrible. But, If I had the talent of king Zoso, I would rule the world. Music THESE days, however, is terrible. It's not that there isn't any talent, It's that none of the talent gets famous. Here I am thinking of "Green Day".
But hey, as a comic put it: "Ask not for whom the smell rolls, It rolls for thee."
I need a life.
Speaking of no life, I'm doing fantasy football this year. It's good. It's a league within my dad's side of the family. Twelve teams. The winner of the league gets a 3-pound lobster next year. I love lobster. I also love to taunt. My team is loaded, and so I get to do it (har!) often.
"....and she's buying a stairway to heaven...."
Oops! That's My cue!
To all my rediculously fanatic fans, "get up, stand up. stand up for your rights."
I mean...I've had it for a while, now, but it never really hit me until now.
Yesterday, I was able to take the van (The only car leftin the driveway. It has a sweet sterio system, though.) roll down the windows, blast the sterio, and play....Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier". Ok, not the coolest thing to be blasting, but I had already listened to AC-DC that day. Still, It felt great to drive by people, and have them bob to the music:
"Buffalo Soldier,
Dreadlock Rasta.
There was a buffalo soldier,
In the heart of America.
Fighting on arrival,
Fighting for survival.
Driven from the mainland,
The the heart of the Carribean."
But hey, as my little sister put it so elequently: "Shut UP, stupid-head!"
Don't you wish that you could play guitar as well as Jimmy Paige, Eric Clapton, B.B. King, Jimi Hendrix, Angus Young, or Muddy Waters? I mean, If I had HALF the guitar talent of Kurt Cobain, I'd be pretty terrible. But, If I had the talent of king Zoso, I would rule the world. Music THESE days, however, is terrible. It's not that there isn't any talent, It's that none of the talent gets famous. Here I am thinking of "Green Day".
But hey, as a comic put it: "Ask not for whom the smell rolls, It rolls for thee."
I need a life.
Speaking of no life, I'm doing fantasy football this year. It's good. It's a league within my dad's side of the family. Twelve teams. The winner of the league gets a 3-pound lobster next year. I love lobster. I also love to taunt. My team is loaded, and so I get to do it (har!) often.
"....and she's buying a stairway to heaven...."
Oops! That's My cue!
To all my rediculously fanatic fans, "get up, stand up. stand up for your rights."