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Good Music

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 05:29:57 GMT

a man walks out of his apartment
it is raining, he's got no umbrella
he starts running beneath the awnings
trying to save his suit
trying to dry but no good

when he gets to the crowded subway platform
he takes off both of his shoes
he steps right into somebody's fat loogie
and everyone who sees him says, ewww

but he doesn't care cause last night he got a visit from
the ghost of corporate future
the ghost said, take off both your shoes
whatever chances you get
especially when they're wet
he also said,

imagine you go away
on a business trip one day
and when you come back home
your children have grown and you never made your wife moan, and

people make you nervous
you think of the world as ending
and everybody's features have somehow started blending
and everything is plastic
and everyone's sarcastic
and all your food is frozen, it needs to be defrosted
you'd think that the world was ending right now

well, maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee
and never ever watch the ten o'clock news
maybe you should kiss someone nice
or lick a rock, or both

maybe you should cut your own hair
cause that can be so funny
it doesn't cost any money
and it always grows back, hair grows even after you're dead, and

people are just people
they shouldn't make you nervous
the world is everlasting, it's coming and it's going
if you don't toss your plastic
the street won't be [so blasted?]
and if you kiss somebody then both of you'll get practice
the world is everlasting
put dirtballs in your pocket
put dirtballs in your pocket and take off both your shoes
cause people are just people
people are just people like you

the world is everlasting
is coming and is going

-

What I dream I had:
Pressed in organdy;
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy;
Softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways,
As I walked on.

And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,
I held your hand.
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.

-

The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland
In Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to graceland
My travelling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow

I'm going to Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
And my travelling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh so this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everbody feels the wind blow
In Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've got a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland.

-

Wandering properties of death
Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles
We did rest
Amongst the granite tombs to catch our breath

Worldly sounds of endless warring
Were for just a moment silent stars
Worldly boundaries of dying
Were for just a moment never ours
All was new
Just as the black horizons blue

Then along the bending path away
I smiled in knowing I'd be back one day

Sat, 10 Nov 2007 00:36:34 GMT

I BEAT SAFEWAY DRIVING!!!

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 00:23:24 GMT

Been listening to a lot of Paul Simon lately, both with Garfunkel and solo stuff. Man, he's a brilliant guy!

Started back on my photography sessions on Saturday and got some of my film processed, but no prints developed yet. I came in with three rolls and when I looked through the drying rack for my film, I could only find two rolls that I recognized at all! It's pretty weird! Anyways, I'm glad to say that one of those rolls was from my little toy Fisheye camera with only one aperture/shutter speed, and sense most of them were taken outside they turned out pretty well it seems. I really wanna see how the prints come out!! Anyways, there's this new advisor for the group, and he told this one girl and I about how those pictures of water splashes frozen in midair and bullets about to hit things are taken. There is no shutter speed physically fast enough to capture something as fast as a bullet so what they do is set up their equipment in a room that is completely light-tight, no cracks under the door or anything that will let light in, they turn off the lights and just have their camera open the shutter indefinitely (there's no light so the film isn't getting any exposure). So there they are in the dark with their camera's shutter completely open, and then (through setting up the flash in such a way that when it goes off so does the gun, or water drop or some other really fast object) they set off the flash, and since nothing is faster than the speed of light, the film is imprinted with that one still image of the split second of light reflecting off of the really fast bullet/whatever. I think that's fascinating!

And also I went to a Rob Landes concert! My mom asked me this morning if I wanted to go, so I decide why not! He's a very gifted jazz pianist, who in this concert, played a bunch of George Gershwin (an early 20th century composer who wrote songs mostly for Broadway, like Cole Porter) songs. His fingers moved with a precision which, even more bluntly to me since I'm attempting the piano right now, seems utterly unreachable. He was also a very nice man, very well worded, making jokes to the audience in between songs. Unfortunately I couldn't take any pictures of him =( But it was still worth it to go... since it was free and all.

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 01:37:29 GMT

Jenny said that she was five years old there was nuthin' happenin' at all.
Everytime she puts on that radio, she says there's nuthin' on at all. No, not at all.
One fine mornin' she puts on a New York station and she don't believe what she heard at all.
She started dancin' to that FINE FINE music, you know her life was saved by rock n' roll!

Post about the trip when the pictures are developed!

Sun, 05 Aug 2007 21:45:22 GMT

If this photo had been taken a bit to the left of where it is now, you would see concrete.

Tristan and Kathleen are high fashion!

Colours are Brighter

Eric contemplating something, probably a meticulously orchestrated string of events for his novel. Or maybe it's just his "Oh Caleb..." face.

Here's my sister!

Ryan is deep, man.

Here's Morgan.

This was taken on the day the fire hydrant was spewing water all over the place! Fun!

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 17:38:44 GMT

Marmalade's from Scoland,
Rugs from Pakistan,
Mexico has jumping beans,
And cars are from Japan.
Clowns are from the Circus,
Barking comes from dogs.
Eggs come from chickens,
And log cabins come from logs,
But where, where do they make balloons?

New York has tall buildings,
New Jersey has its malls.
Piza has a leaning tower;
Will it ever fall?
The ocean has some fishes,
London has a tower.
In Holand they have windmills,
Lots of bikes and pretty flowers,
But where, where do they make balloons?

Spaghetti comes from China
But Italians make it best.
Ants can make an anthill
And monkeys make a mess.
Hungary isn't hungry,
French fries aren't from France.
Turkeys aren't from Turkey,
They can't fly but they can dance!
But where, where do they make balloons?

What a cunundrum!

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 05:01:03 GMT

If I ever become a musician, I want to make a concept album about Flowers for Algernon. That book is perfect for musical interperatation! I'm thinking about all the possibilities: the first song would be very, forgive me, lo-fi with a toy piano and a happy melody to go along with Charlie's initial innocence, and the music will get progressively more complex and more instruments will be added etc.

So It Goes

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 01:57:52 GMT

It's all in your hand now Mr. Vonnegut.

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 05:24:06 GMT

Happy Birthday to my dog, Hobo, two days belated post :D

THEY GROW UP SO FAAAAAAAAST

Sat, 06 Jan 2007 08:25:46 GMT

Christmas began at Sarah's house, where she, Travis and I had a gift exchange.

Raising Arizona on DVD from Travis. Great movie :D

POKEMON EMERALD FROM SARAH JKLASDGLJSDL;GJAF

A few days after that my sister and I departed for Port La Vaca to have Christmas with our dad. We gave him his presents (A Prarie Home Companion on DVD, the Dissapearing Civil Liberties Mug, and a pot holder... MADE OF TITANIUM!) and he gave us ours: fancy-pants new mp3 players!

We spent five days watching Futurama and playing video games :D I even made my dad watch The Royal Tenenbaums since he had never seen it before, and he thought it was great! The day after Christmas marked the departure from Port La Vaca back to Houston where more presents, our uncle, and his rambunctious-hooligan sons awaited.

My uncle Gary squishing the head of his offspring -- Gary Jr.

I got the bulk of my presents here at home. I shall list them all so you can wish you were me! :D

A new CD player for my room. - Mom

A Nintendo DS (the stickers were my addition) - Mom

Meteos - an addictive puzzle game for the DS - Katie

The Twilight Princess Strategy Guide - Santa

...which came with this awesome poster of link fighting a horde of Stalfos!

Two Calvin and Hobbes collections - Santa

O Brother, Where Art Thou? on DVD - Gift Card from my cousin Patrick

Little Miss Sunshine on DVD - Patrick

Home Movies the Third Season :D - Mom

Okami for PS2 - Trade in for A Link To the Past from Travis and Pokemon Emerald from my sister

Romeo and Juliet, A Christmas Carol, and Survivor - Mom

GUITAR HERO II!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - from my rockin' grandparents

Patrick helped me decide which stickers to use. (all of them)

The next day we decided to go to Galveston since Patrick had never seen the beach. We also wanted to take a ferry, just for fun.

Patrick and Gary waiting for the ferry

Us on the ferry!

Excitement!

A picture of the two boys running around and me taking a picture of sea gulls. [uncle Gary]

A picture of sea gulls.

A really cool shot of the four of us kids looking at the ocean. [Uncle Gary]

A sinking battleship.

Patrick and Gary looking at the ferry's wake.

This picture reminds me of The Tyranny of Distance, something about that album is really nautical.

Another ferry passing by.

After the ferry we went to the beach and played in the soggy sand :o

The boys eventually left, but not before our other cousins from Austin, Stephen and Rebecca, came to town and played video games with us all day :D

The new year approached and I didn't really celebrate, my mom and sister were at a friend's house and I was home with the grandparents.
The next day though, I went to spend the night at Roberto's house for an evening of Guitar Hero and other nerdy things.

Thus ends my account of the Wonderful Holidays of Caleb Coats - 2006 Edition.

Tue, 12 Dec 2006 04:35:37 GMT

When people don't get the parts they want in school plays and the 'winter' weather is in the mid-seventies, it's nice to know that there's at least some justice in the world:

I love my friends love :D

It's not intended to be pretentious, really!

Fri, 08 Dec 2006 03:28:24 GMT

I've been thinking in terms of relativity lately, as in when I was talking to Eric about how every way of viewing life is not completely correct or completely incorrect. To have your own personal view of life is to carve your little niche in existence, defining your humanity I guess. So if my view of life is just aknowledging every other view of life as truth, does that mean I'm denying myself humanity? For a long time I've believed that whatever you think happens when you die, happens (Christians go to Heaven or Hell, Jews go to Heaven's waiting room, Hindus are reincarnated until the reach the ultimate truth) but, in that respect, what happens to me, who sees all of them as truth? Do I experience reinhelleavenaitingroomination? Is there such a thing? Well I've thought of it so now there is. Maybe my embracing every idea is kind of running away from a reality where philosophy is futile, and there is no truth, just stuff and how people percieve stuff. Am I intelligent for asking these questions or am I just well-worded, and everyone has been through this just not as eloquently? But then revelations wouldn't make sense: why have a feeling of understanding if there's nothing to understand? If I give this to Mr. Brown will he have an answer? It won't be worth anything if he has an answer if what I believe is true since there are infinite perceptions of things and infinite truths, or will it be worth everything?

I kind of wanted to type something here relating to an actual event or something to balance out the abstract questions with something, but I can't really think of anything... OH, THE NEW ZELDA FOR GAMECUBE IS FINALLY COMING ON TUESDAY!!!

Wed, 22 Nov 2006 04:48:35 GMT

Six random facts about myself

1. I sing so louldly in the shower that my grandpa can hear me in the livingroom over the TV when he's watching the news.
2. The first horror movie I saw was I Know What You Did Last Summer.
3. My first scar is the result of a skateboarding accident. (uncoordinated 6 year old + skateboard + steep driveway = bloody face)
4. The only bone I've broken is my left wrist, which was fractured when I was roller blading outside of my dad's apartments. I told my sister to push me so I would go faster, and I ended up falling in a way that thrust all of my body mass on my wrist.
5. I've never had cancer.
6. I created my LiveJournal icon on paint. I put my Mission Hill DVD into my DVD-ROM drive, used screen capture, pasted the picture on paint, and then added the words.

Mon, 06 Nov 2006 06:00:42 GMT

I came up with an idea for a short movie: there's this middle aged guy who owns a bank and who has spent his whole life working to be at the position he is now. Now that he's at the top he's just realized that his whole life has been leading up to just getting money and material possessions (his job as a bank owner is symbolic of this), and how horrible it is to have your life be tangible. He tries to talk to some of his fellow workers but they don't have any idea what he's talking about, so he gets kind of depressed. He wakes up one day and on an impulse, decides to buy a go-cart and he spends the whole day skipping work and riding up and down the streets, dodging in between cars on his go-cart. At the end of the day he realizes that this is what he's been missing. He starts doing thins like that more often, like kite flying, and walking on stilts, and rafting in the city bayou, and one day he meets some people on the street with a simalar sense of creative fun and they become friends. They start creating art-ish things (like a statue made out of tires or a giant sidewalk chalk drawing that glows in the dark) and I'm not too sure where it goes from there. It's kinda cliche I guess but I still want to make it!

I had another good idea the other day: to have some candy. Such ideas can cause one to become excited, as I did, and in my excitement I ran towards the living room (in which is housed candy). I was too distracted by my target to notice the small puddle a few feet from the threshold of the living room door, and thus slid a ways across the floor and then smashed my left foot against a wall. It hurt alot :o I think I jammed my index toe into its socket because I can't really bend it upwards without excrutiating pain. This makes it a bit hard to walk, as you may imagine, having the flexibility completely removed from one of your toes. Quite inconvenient.

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 23:33:23 GMT

My piano repertoire as of 6:29 PM, September 26, 2006 consists of Jingle Bells, the opening from Largo, Merrily we Go Along, When the Saints Go Marching In, Ode to Joy, Aura Lee, Rock-Along, the Mexican Hat Dance, Au Claire de la Lune, Tisket a Tasket, Rockin' Intervals, Good King Wenceslas, My Fifth, and Brother John.

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 05:05:04 GMT

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Thu, 10 Aug 2006 16:23:05 GMT

I GOT A ONEHUNDREDTWELVE ON MY HISTORY FINAL!!! I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO FAIL!!! BUT OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T!!!

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 22:00:01 GMT

My street's fire hydrant sprung a leak and partially flooded the street :D.

Fun ensued.
Here is the fire hydrant successfully making anyone wanting to turn onto Martinshire St. angry at the world.

Here is a profile of the renegade hydrant. What a rebel!

Here is a picture of the whole street. It was very wet :o

Hobo was afraid of the water so she stayed behind the curb.

A lovely shot of my foot.

The little plants growing in the accumulated dirt in those little ditches below the curb were completely submerged;

My sister walking towards the hydrant... AT A WACKY ANGLE!!

I slipped on our driveway, intentionally of course since I'm too cool to do anything accidently, and landed in a little pond thing. My sister is in it just because she felt like it :D

Hobo despises baths, so here she is getting revenge on water by putting it through the horrible trials of a puppy's digestive process.

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 06:21:21 GMT

Out of all the lollipops in the store, Mr. Silberman chose the one made by possibly one of the only people I know of that thinks the "t" sound in Schwartz is implied (FAO Schwarz??)

Oh well, I am still extremely happy to finally have something from the store :D (hapiness exhibited below)

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 03:10:10 GMT

Yesterday I watched a documentary with my sister called Ryan. It's about a Canadian animator named Ryan Larkin. It's basically a recorded conversation between the filmmaker and Larkin himself, with important people in his life commenting on the side. What's interesting about this documentary, is that it's not live-action, it's all done with CGI! I think it's pretty cool, because the guy who made the movie used the computer animation to interperate what's being said in the actual conversations in an interesting visual way on the screen.

and here are some pictures that I took lately

Mon, 15 May 2006 05:46:27 GMT

I feel like writing something epic-ly eccentric. Like something with dinosaurs and space ships and volcanoes and love and the sky everything else that's big and amazing like that.

Being on the roof is something wonderful. Being on the roof with friends is something magical.

I'm having a choir concert next Sunday! It'll be in a church, and the songs will be about Jesus, just like every other song before the 1900s. Anyways, they're really very nice songs, like Ave Verum from Mozart's Mise Brevis, and Esto Les Digo by some less renowned musician.If anyone who is reading this would like to go, it's the Sunday afternoon of May 22 in the big gothic looking building next to the Art Museum (St. Paul's Methodist Church), it's free, and you'd get to see me singing in a choir robe! :D

Adverbs is a wonderful piece of literature.

I'm going to sleep now! Au Revoir!

Happy Pre-Birthday to me

Sun, 07 May 2006 05:16:30 GMT

Today I regained the ability to use my eyes! And the haircut that caused this doesn't look atrocious! I'll admit it felt shockingly short compared to the dense overgrowth that used to be there, but it didn't look nearly as bad as any other haircut I got this year.
After the haircut my mom, my amazing, wonderful mom, took my sister, two of her friends, and I to The Proletariat to see Steve Burns (yes, Steve from Blues Clues), The Lashes, and...
OOOOOKKKKKKGGGGGOOOOOO!!!! (my sister invited herself and friends along, though my mom had originally intended it to just be me for my birthday, but it was cool). Travis showed up while we were waiting for the doors to open. So around 6:10 we made it inside just in time to wait for another 20 minutes for the instruments to be brought in. While we were waiting, my sister and her friends saw Steve and began talking to him. Steve liked my sister's hat. Travis, my mom and I made our way over to them and my mom started talking about how we had met Steve before at my elementery school back in his children's edutainment days. We talked with Steve for a while, who, by the way, is a really cool guy, and we all got a group picture with him. He wished me a happy birthday and went on stage.
Steve Burns' songs are interesting. They involve Steve on guitar and vocals, Steve's unnamed friend on keyboards and some instrument that makes bell sounds (glockenspiel maybe), and Drum Machine on precussion. He manages to transfer his innocence and sense of adventure from tv to music very successfully. He was really good. His music was quiet though, and really rude drunk people kept talking loudly through his set.
There was a really fat obnoxious drunk frathouse guy yelling out obscenities and being an overall douchebag (e.g. yelling out "YOU SUCK! WE WANT OK GO, NOT THIS FUCKWAD!" to poor Steve) I think someone would've said something to him if he didn't have five times the total body mass as everyone else there. Anyways, The Lashes came on and noticed this really fat annoying guy, who at this point was cheering for them, too drunk to notice that they hadn't played a song yet, but were just tuning their guitars. So, the lead singer saw him waving his fat arms around and yelling out how great they were, and told him, "Hey, buddy if you're gonna be a cheerleader we need you up front... Hey how about if you can keep your arms up like that through our whole set, we'll all buy you a drink? How's that?". Of course he was just messing with him, as messing with fat drunk people is a fun, if not incredibly dangerous, passtime. So they had the fat drunk guy come up on stage and actually try to keep his hands in the air through their whole set, which was very difficult for him, because at that point he had more alcohol running through his veins than actual blood, I'd wager. He couldn't manage this complex task, and eventually was asked to get off of the stage due to inability to suspend his arms.
The Lashes were pretty normal rock music. They would've been better if they didn't tune the sound system so loud: they were playing so loud you could barely make out anything except a huge blaring mess, and plus the vocals were completely drowned in the guitars and drums. So that was kind of a drag to get through, but it was worth it for the next band...
Ok Go came on next, to thunderous applause! (well...as close as 300 people can get to thunderous) They were amazing. The lead singer, Damian, was dead on accurate and that was a big relief since most bands' weak points in live shows are the singers. After rousing renditions of "Television, Television", "Don't Ask Me", and "Here We Go Again" (all of which I sang along to) the band told a story about how one time they went to go see some metal band, and this death metal band that opened for the band they wanted to see. "The opening band was called "EXUME" which is just a great metal name because it is both dead and defiled! Now the bassist played his bass like this: (holds bass upright and plays it all crazy) And this guy could, get this, vomit on cue. That's right he'd be playing a nice bass line and suddenly BLEEEEAUGH! (mocks playing bass, makes a death metal scream and then pretends to throw up). Now, after seeing this, I expected something more from the other band members too, so when the lead guitarist-singer guy came out with a chainsaw I was really ready for something. Here he comes with a real chainsaw, revvin' it up (makes chainsaw noises) and he brings it down to the neck of his guitar... at this point I'm really excited: 'Oh man, he's gonna decapitate his guitar! Hardcore!' and he brings it to the neck...closer...closer......... but then he fucking throws it back to the stage...
BIGGEST
LETDOWN
EVER!" --- The band on big letdowns

Oh man it was great, they played in three-song intervals, and in between they would tell stories like that. And at the very end they did the Million Ways dance!!! It's just as perfectly choreographed live, with drunk band members as it is on the internet!
After the show, we all went outside, and I got a CD signed by three of the band members. I didn't get the drummer's autograph, but I don't really care about him so it was fine. After we all met the band members and got things signed, my mom, my amazing, wonderful mom, took us to get ice cream. Katie's friends got picked up at the ice cream place, and my mom drove Travis home. My mom, sister and I returned home, smelling of cigarette smoke thoroughly tired, and completely rocked out.

Life is gooooood :D

...except the research paper...but that isn't nearly enough negative to cancel out the positive!

Mon, 01 May 2006 00:42:08 GMT

My birthday is in one week! And I got an early birthday present! It's pretty awsome.

So on Friday near the end of Break! Urban Funk Spectacular, Mr. Brown got to bust a move. The dancers asked for teacher volunteers, and about 7 teachers, including Mr. Fuentes, Ms. Smith, and Mr. Brown got up on stage and did the wave with professional breakdancers. The breakdancer with the microphone told them that they could all sit down... except for Mr. Brown. The had him stay up there and asked him to show off his moves . Jive-turkey or not, Mr. Brown never turns down a challenge, so Mr. Brown ended up dancing with a sage-like mastery of rhythm in front of an audience that couldn't have been less than 5,000 people. Mr. Silberman's video couldn't possibly do it justice.

Add -- Oh yeah, and I found out about a church in Australia called The Athletic Church for the Extreme. It's a Christian Protestant church where you get babtized by bungee jumping off of a cliff into a barrel of water that has been ordained Holy by (an assuredly "extreme") priest. They jump out of airplanes and while they're falling they get out bread and have Communion before pulling the rip cords on their parachutes.
JESUS-2-DA-MAXXXXXX!!!

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 01:57:57 GMT

Well I'm back from New York. Sarah said that NY would eat me up, and she was completely right; I slept from the moment I got home until today when my sister woke me up and told me that dad was here. Anyways, NY was incredible! Such a pretty city! It was veeery very fun, if not tiring. Phantom was definitely one of the highlights of the trip. It would probably have been perfect if some stupid people wouldn't have acted like morons (hope you're better Sarah). I am glad to be home after all of it. So, anyways, today my sister and I went and ate lunch with our dad, and then we went to Border's for no good reason :D. My dad found and was like "hey you like the bands on this label right?" I said yeah and he bought if for me!!! I think it's really great, but then again I always get kinda sentimental when I get an inside look at bands. Coincidentally, The Guy With The Limp saw me looking at it and started a conversation with me about how he likes Bright Eyes (best...cashier...EVAR!) He actually remembered me from last time when I was buying a Ramone's CD and when Sarah and I were there, and he didn't even bring up not charging her for the Moz book, so I guess it was intentional. Anyways, he gave me a discount on my purchase so I didn't have to pay tax.
Mr. Limp is L337.
Oh, my dad loved the Spamalot songbook I got him, and my mom really liked the mini-statue of liberty thing, and my sister liked the Guggenheim colored pencils I got her (she said so after giggling at the name of the museum). Also, today after we got back I was helping my mom move some boxes, and I tried to pick up this really huge box, and I friggin riped a muscle in my back. So now it hurts when I move my left arm the wrong way, and when I try to pick up something remotely heavy. But I'm still going to help move by organizing stuff.

During the New York trip I think I got to be better friends with Eric, we talked about a lot of stuff. I found out we're really similar in a lot of ways; we can't stand being exclueded from things, we used to make friends with people who had no friends before Challenge (e.g. Patrick Light), and I'd remember more if I weren't tired probably. But yeah, that's cool. And I also think that Sarah and I did something original (Garden State-esque) in Central Park by waltzing to music being played at an ice skating competition :D.
One more thing, I'm incredibly glad I bought those Cursive CDs, they're amazing.

Sun, 12 Mar 2006 03:11:46 GMT

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