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| klunk | |
6:10 am
Ugh I'm tired. Band came over yesterday and retooled Mr. Yuck song into goodness. Staayed up uintil now. VEry tired.
Going 6to sleep, if it's all right with you guys. Silly silly silly. hey look, the autogen correctly put "July" at the bottom.
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| Poho | |
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3:28 pm
I just now informed Brian that I did NOT wish to move in with three other people when I finally did get a
place to live up here. This surprised him a great deal, as he had been planning all along for this, and
looking for a house that had 4 bedrooms. He's the king of assumptions. A common act of Brian is to start talking
about something using lots of pronouns, as if you had been discussing it all along. Eventually someone
will say "It? It what? What the hell are you talking about, Brian?" and he'll be yanked back into reality, where
not everyone is thinking the same thoughts as he is: "Oh, I was talking about that Sega Saturn video game I played
three weeks ago." This and other facets of his behavior cause many people to immediately dislike Brian. I'm pretty
much accustomed to it already. When I told him I did NOT want to live with 3 other people, he said "Oh, well good thing you TOLD
me so I won't WASTE any more of my TIME." (I did say so before, actually, but his memory isn't the greatest) Are you disliking him yet? Well, if you get past
all that, he's very imaginative (though he has problems telling other people his ideas due to the pronoun thing) and would be good in performace arts.
Due to the house he grew up in, giving out guilt is as natural to him as peeing. Due to the house I grew up in, guilt trips affect me about as much as mosquito bites. (Hence, I have a lot of spare change. Die, bums.) The whole band is friends. Alliances are formed and broken, people get periodically ostracized, but we always get over it. A friend is someone you don't hate for being the way they are. | |
| Eat From the Trough! | |
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I don't like saying "The house that Kris lives in" all the time, so yesterday I started calling it "Mister Potato House", which
Brandon immediately shortened to "Po-ho". So I've been calling it Po-ho since yesterday, which is a weird-ass name for a house.
Everyone came over (I'm still talking about yesterday) to mess with music stuff, and we all went to a nearby QFC (grocery store)
to buy some food. It was about 2 am. While wandering the aisles, we noticed a shopping cart with about 30 bottles of wine on it,
presumably for restocking wine. One of the bottles was open, though. The radio playing over the store P.A. announced the time as 2 am.
"2 am?!!?" yodeled a voice from an aisle over. I guess it was the happy drinkin' wine stocking guy. We also noticed an open bag of Oreos sitting
on a display. Late at night, maybe the employees just eat and drink stuff while drunkenly wandering the aisles.
One of the things I purchased from the QFC was a little box of brownies. When I opened it and removed the brownie pan from the box, it turned out to be an uncut pan of brownies, long and narrow. "Oh. I guess there's only one." I said. "Wow, a trough!" replied Brandon. "Eat from the trough!" added Kris. They started chanting "Eat from the trough! Eat from the trough!" I didn't, but for the rest of the night cries of "Eat from the trough!" would be emitted from our group at random intervals. (Kris cut himself a brownie and said "Ugh, these are REALLY chocolatey. If you ate from the trough, you probably would throw up a LOT.") | |
| Route Forging | |
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I had better wash clothes in preparation for the trip to California. I didn't do them yesterday, in defiance of my horoscope.
I'll probably get hit by a comet or something. That'll teach me to defy thousands of years of metaphysics! In other personal news, I seem
to be out of Girl Scout cookies. I hope I run into some girl scouts today, I like thin mints.
Hmm. Brandon left his Circle of Dust CD here. I like Circle of Dust. They're a Christian Industrial-ish band. I'm not particularly hot on Christian Rock (Neither are christians, apparently) but CoD is just good. Lyrics wise, most of the songs are about what a terrible christian the guy is. Hee hee hee. Click the link above to find out why Amy Grant is satanic. "I keep farting. God, I just can't stop!" - Kris |
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