Blake visits the drive through

blake - short day says:
im content with rubber duckie myself [note: rubber duckie is my MSN buddy icon]

Chr1s says:
you're the one

Chr1s says:
you make bathtime so much fun!

blake - short day says:
i'm awfully fond of you!

Chr1s says:
you're a freaking stupid jew

Chr1s says:
THATS NOT HOW IT GOES

It's National Blow Shit Up Day!

Yes, kids, the 4th is right around the corner. We've all been running around making our little underground plans. Well, here's the final list and plan, just hope someone on bigger sites will pick this up. I'm leaving town Thursday afternoon for Oklahoma. I'll have my cell, but I won't have internet access. I come back Friday afternoon, at which point I hope we have a plan.

The whole shebang is still up in the air, since we have nowhere to put it all right now. Last I talked to Thomas, he was going to look into volunteering his place, but I haven't heard back. Here is what we've got so far.

Friday afternoon: set up at someone's house. Play. Cook out some good food. Swim (if there is a pool wherever we end up). Storm Aroon's house last-minute to watch the Ballpark fireworks from his roof. Go continue playing all night long until the early morning hours, as usual. The name of the game will be the original Return to Castle Wolfenstein, which we'll have copies of handy.

Here's the list, as it is currently. Siblings are invited, as well:

Blake
Aroon (to arrive late)
Thomas
Wodarski
Alex
Cameron
Chris
AJ
Drew

For those wondering, Nick will be out of town. If there's anyone missing from the list, feel free to invite them. If you see this, and you're not on the list but want to be, then you can assume you've been added.

Since I'm out of town for the time during which this needs to be planned, I'm putting Wodarski, Cameron, Alex and Aroon in charge. You'll all be working together and if something doesn't come together by the time I'm back (Friday early evening, 6:00-7:00) then no shindig for any of us. Good luck to all of us.

This man got me into cars? It can't be.

RJetta8V: theres absolutely no reason not to buy american luxury
RJetta8V: first, its cheap
RJetta8V: and second, its got an aura to it
snagger64: yeah, the aura comes from the way the light bounces off the old guy's bald head
snagger64: drive through, please.

And she swears that she's artsy - but you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane.

It's been a full six months since Steph and I have been over. There are times when I feel a little (I guess) nostalgic for those times when I was happy with her. Eventually, that nostalgia hit a crescendo and on some huge trip down Memory Lane I started to recall the little things we liked. Then those little things turned into bigger parts of my life. My appreciation for John Mayer first came from her - I learned "No Such Thing" from the old acoustic version of the song in the hope that I'd eventually sing it for her. That never happened, but I came to appreciate the song for myself, and not just as an extension of the relationship. Now I'm a huge fan of the guy, he influences my singing, he's even made me wish I had become a songwriter. I know all the songs that used to just be in the background when I'd be at her house.

That's cute and all, but it gets a little deeper. I used to hate hate hate Coldplay for "Yellow," easily one of the ten most annoying songs ever written. Then after the breakup, the band came up in any of the short, awkward conversations that we had. She loved the guys, song quotes in her profile, ranting on and on about their live show - the girl was obviously in a Coldplay phase. I don't even remember how it happened anymore, but I happened across "The Scientist." Maybe I heard it on the radio and recognized the singer's voice, that or Sarah helped me find it (are we seeing a pattern here with her involvement?). At the end of the song, I was totally blown away. Suddenly the shitty pop band had the capacity for emotion and songwriting without gimmicks. As Soph once made me aware, that's the very epitome of a sophomore record. That song more than makes up for "Yellow," so I eventually had to drop the grudge.

I guess what makes it weird for me is that everything's happened so much later. She's had an influence on my musical taste, but it didn't work itself out until long after that lonely Christmas. Today, still after all the bad blood and awkward conversations, I have to admit I'm thankful for her - she did me some good.