A Forced Post

I am usually a bit reluctant to post, and find it quite difficult to think of something to post about (why I only post on an average of 1 post a week), but the case is not so today, at least not the bit about being reluctant tword posting. This seems infinitely better then what I have been doing for a good part of the day. For about 4 hours now I have been adding, deleting, downloading, getting pictures for, and just generally organizing, 10 days worth of music, in the hopes of cleaning iTunes before I get my iPod. Don't think I'm being forced to do this (only forced to post about it), I am voluntarily spending hours doing what most people find pointless. I'm also not doing this to punish myself, at first it was quite enjoyable, loading, listening, finding the album covers, but slowly I began to lose interest, not to mention being extremely tired and having a stomache ache, but that my be a result of little sleep and no food. So in the end, (or really the middle) I completed about half of my goal, and gave my self a break to do a little blogging, and will pick up where I left off tomorrow.


On a bit more exciting note (ha, double entendre), I got a new guitar (acoustic)! It was pretty cheep considering, it is: Made in Canada, out of at least 600 year old wood, made from a naturally fallen tree, and completely awesome! It even came with free picks. After having it for a few days, I can already play, I Love How You Love Me, by Phil Specter, Piazza, New York Catcher, by Belle & Sebastian, some of Acoustic Guitar, by The Magnetic Fields, and a bunch of chords, of course. Yes, I really do fancy it quite a bit!

lemon-scented!

Just a moment ago-I felt this extremely annoying itch on my leg, and when I look down I find millions of wicked spikey things stuck to my pants. I must have picked them up while on the search for a hidden creek or isolated forest walk with Cielle tonight. Though absolutley no luck, we went up toward the area we thought had a forest and we see a barbed wire fence linning the outskirts of the forest. Obviously to keep those stupid kids out of it, who live in the new residential housing on the hill. Damn residential housing. Then we come to a creek near my elementry school, which I remember from my elementry days as being quite fun, it smelled like mold, and was very muddy so it turned out not to be as I remembered. The mingling party we attended today, put on by our friend Daniel, was-eh awkward, most of the people there we hadn't talked to since school, or really never talked to much all together.
It was pretty exciting and fun for the most part, especially when we were all climbing trees or throwing our favorite food-ice around oblivion, or smashing plastic spoons with a wooden bat. Ah, summer.

Lacey! You've got some painting to do!

We started a big project this week in my household-painting our kitchen and family room a wonderfully beautiful shade of white also known to us, the consumer as, Divine white. It actually isn’t much of a white more of lightened beige, but the name works. Cielle’s family was working on a painting project but on a much larger scale.

My dad and I were the star-crossed ones we got to do all of the preparation work, while my mom worked, and my brother (who was extremely busy-we did not want to bother him) was in a deep sleep after his usual all night computer game fiesta. My dad and I, after pulling off a window valence from the wall, came across giant holes and not one but many, where the wall hinges were, that held the valence up. I thought, “Oh God! What a shit load of giant holes” but saying that really didn’t help the situation, so I got out the plaster surely that would help. These holes weren’t carefully made, they were just large holes in a wall that were either punched or stabbed to form a hole big enough for some fancy plastic hinges. I think my dad was a bit upset with the construction of those holes, and that instead of painting the wallboard the builders laid down the flowery wallpaper and left it as it was, which if you want to replace the wallpaper it makes for much more arduous work. After rigorous preparation work and finding a bunch more punched holes in our wall, instead of cut, we got to work painting. Dirty white walls became clean white walls, and the ugly pale ceiling became a bright white ceiling. All that’s left is to add the crazy metallic finish-and ta da-its done.

Since we were painting the kitchen we had no where to prepare food, which led to us going out to eat lunch, besides we had been painting all morning and didn’t want to cook. We went to Burger King and got a quick array of hamburgers, we were at the drive through and the little man in the box exclaimed, “pull up to the window.” My dad then shot back at the box and said, “But I don’t want to.” And the little man responded, “Have it your way.” I thought it was a pretty clever remark, seeing that that is their slogan.

Post script: The title-Yesterday I neglected my painting duty and went to Cielle’s, but what luck! Today I got twice as much painting done then I ever thought possible.

Too Dang Hot!

It is very hot here in Oregon, as it is all over the country. Today it reached 98 degrees, and is expected to reach 100 something tomorrow, and I'm sure it's also hotter elsewhere. If anyone reading this from outside of Corvallis wishes to tell us how hot it got where they are, please post a comment and tell us, the person in the hottest area gets our sympathy, and words of encouragement to help withstand the heat! To get yourself through the heat you need a plan. Our plan, keep yourself busy, and cool. In addition to keeping you cool, running in a sprinkler is also extremely fun, so do that as much as you can, and remember, your never to old to run in a sprinkler (Also pools are nice, but I prefer swimming in a lake, or river). Lacey and I had a nice time in the sprinkler yesterday, putting it under the trampoline. We got quite a lot done yesterday as a matter of fact. We slept on the trampoline (before putting a sprinkler under it), rode bikes, climbed trees, and embroidered our shoes! Yes, embroidered shoes. I got so fed up with people having the same shoes as myself, that I decided to put crazy string on mine. I've been wearing my black and white check Vans, since I was in the 5th grade, but I guess it was only a matter of time before the idiot kids at my school found them. I have given up on tyring to stop lame kids from buying Converse, with all those different colors, availability, and advertising, the Emo kids (and even Abercrombie kids) were bound to find them. A true Converse wearer gets black or even dark blue high tops. Anywho, back to embroidering. Lacey and I did that Sunday night, and they look pretty neat. As well as embroidering, I also did some more painting. Like you saw in my last post, I painted Nessie, and now I have done Sasquatch. Its the second in my line of three, the theme is urban legends, next is the Yettie.

texas trip-and-Houston is a problem

I suppose now that I am home, I will blog about my not so exciting maybe worth the expense trip to Texas. The whole reason my mom, dad and I went to Texas was to collect all we could and all we wanted from my Mothers parents who had died last year. We had to go sort through mounds of boxes of books, furniture, jewelry, dishes, old diaries, music and everything they owned. The horrible thing was, they kept almost everything they ever received, which made sorting very time consuming. I never really had to do any sorting, though I must say, that would’ve been much more to my liking then having a child of seven, latch on to me so much as to wait outside the bathroom for me, and then be insane enough to ask me what I was doing in there. My Uncle who is my Mothers older brother is probably 3/4 carnivore, which was horrible news for my vegetarian aunt, Kate. So for the whole time I was there, Monday through Wednesday my Aunt who is my Mothers younger sister, bought dinner and made dinner vegetarian style. Only Wednesday night did she eat the Texas rib roast barbecue my Uncle Ed made, she had to you can’t experience Texas without experiencing their barbecue. We all stayed at my Uncle Edwards house in San Antonio, his wife Sylvia and their three kids, Norma (7), Pricilla(18), and Samuel(2). Also my Aunt Kate, her husband Charlie and their two boys, Benjamin (12) and Declan (8). Plus My mom, dad and me, so they had a full house at least my mom’s oldest sister and her 7 teenagers didn’t come, or my mom’s youngest brother and his two kids, or they would’ve been swarmed! As my mom and dad searched through numerous boxes filled with memories and other things, I was being severely tortured by a tiny kid with a slightly crippled arm. There are many awful stories behind this kid that made me not want to be around her, but at the same time I was doing a huge favor to my Uncle Charlie who had been her buddy two weeks prior to my arrival, when I came, Charlie was discontinued. The only thing we did outside the house besides grocery shopping was we went ice skating, they tell me I was pretty good for my first time, I say not. Pricilla the oldest of Edwards, stayed in her room unless it was dinner, time to feed Samuel or when Sylvia Samuel and Norma were off to the mall. If she needed anything she’d call her mom on her cell phone and get it. The whole time she was a mole never came out to see the light of day. Reminds me of my brother, 18 and mole like. We shipped about five boxes full of what my mom wished to take from her parents, but there are still trillions of boxes in my Uncle’s garage. I got some stuff too, two Thank You for Not Smoking signs and some old jewelry. Texas is extremely humid and when you drive down the freeway, do not fret if you missed the exit to a steakhouse, for there are twelve hundred more down the road. I didn’t really enjoy San Antonio it was big and flat, but when we arrived in Houston late Thursday, I began to like San Antonio a bit more. We were driving into Houston on the jammed traffic congested interstate the view from the rental car window was nothing but box stores, steakhouses, endless construction areas and industrial buildings next to glamorous residential housing. Everything thing is crowded store beside store, and soon you have traveled only six miles into Houston and you begin to wonder if you had already seen that cluster of houses, or that tall glass building erecting from the housing below. Bridges and overpasses lay one by one atop each other making concrete criss-cross patterns in the sky. After struggling through crazy Texas drivers and overpopulated city freeway congestion, we found ourselves looking out at gorgeous downtown Houston. Tall buildings protruded above everything as concrete overpasses cut through the city. I suppose you don’t really come to respect and appreciate the place you live until you’ve experienced a place much less respectable then yours. All in all, it was a trip and riding in the airplane with lightly salted peanuts and a window seat at night was really the best part. Even the turbulence was neat, and I saw the most beautiful sunset on board. On the bottom was a deep red followed by orange and slice of yellow, then green, a gap of light blue and lastly purple below the black night sky, with two bright stars twinkling diagonal from each other. It was lovely seeing Eugene, *********, Salem and then Portland at night with all the lights, after a week of 98 degrees and humidity being back home with 80 and no humidity is freezing See Lacey's flickr for more Texas pictures.

Nessie

I have been very neglectful in my duties of manning the blog while Lacey was off skipping about Texas. I had hoped to write, maybe, once every other day, and here I am writing almost a week after my last real post, and after Lacey has returned from her hurricane-free trip. I do have a good reason for not writing, as it is. Among other time consuming things, I began reading the Da Vinci Code at a fast pace (for me). After I realized if I wanted to get my summer reading done in time, that was what I had to do, and I hope to finish in the next two days. I guess we have all learned a very important lesson, never trust Cielle to do anything she says, and then make up an excuse. I'm afraid though, even if I had been writing, it would be incredibly boring. Really, all I have been doing this week is going to camp, and reading. Yes, I go to camp. A very boring camp for TAG (talented and gifted) kids, taking news paper, and video editing classes, and really the only thing I accomplished in two weeks, was a pretty neat looking video, for the Shins, Kissing the Lipless. Being out of camp for 24 hours, I can already feel the repetitive two weeks floating away, and more exciting things taking please, even if the exciting things I speak of are painting the house. It my be a small step, but a step none the less on my slow recovery from boredom. Yes, painting the house, and quite brightly I might add. The inside of are house is now brightly splashed with yellow, Orange, Purple, and Green. As well as painting my house, I also painted a picture of Nessie, the Lochness monster, on a small canvas.

Lacey and I have started making plans to complete my list of things to do this summer (here) . I still have got quite a few to do, but we are making quite a few plans, and hope to get it done! I think Lacey will post about her exciting trip to Texas, so lookout for that, and sorry for my lack of writing.

What is going on?!

It is raining! It is raining, in the middle of July. And now im gonna go walk around campus, in the rain!

Seeing Beck

Once again, another exciting night in Portland. But this time my trip had more of a point. So we left for Portland 4 and a half hours before the Beck concert started at 7:30, we had hoped to get good seats for my parents, before my brother and I went down to the floor. So up we drove on the longer prettier road, listening to Bruce Springsteen's, Nebraska. It was a very pleasant drive, as always, listening to the soft doleful songs, and looking out at the empty fields of stripped green and brown grass, mountainous forests, and clouds in the blue sky that seemed to line up with the freshly mowed fields. Our drive was not interrupted until we reached Tigard, where we stoped to buy corn cushions for my dad's feet, and eat dinner at a small Chinese buffet. After our meal, we drove off into Portland, and after taking many wrong turns, and my father, yelling obscenities, unneedingly, we had reached the parking structure, only to find that the doors did not open until 7:00. So we had about an hour to fiddle around Portland. Of coarse we all opted for Powells. After another fun game of getting really lost, and watch dad yell, we were in another parking structure. Into the store we dashed with only a few minutes to browse. First off, I ran to the music section to see if the Mix Tape book was still in it's spot, it was not. Then to the Russian language section, where I had a good idea. My idea was this, I could carry around, in a front pocket, a small Russian dictionary, and if the case arrived that I would be shot at, then my tiny little Russian dictionary would stop a bullet directly to the heart, good idea right? So after looking at some more books, and things that one might find at Powells, back in the car, and back to the first parking structure. This time we were on time, and we parked among the other two cars. As we walked in past the food stands and "Cool Stuff" table, I remembered the last time I had been to the Memorial Coliseum, for a robot competition. As we soon found out, we could not go on the floor, without a "Floor ticket", and how one comes across one of those is beyond me. So we found a place to sit, broken up into odd groupings, my mom and dad, and my brother and I about 4 rows back on the opposite side of the isle, putting me in between my brother, and a very creepy 20 something guy. Before I sat down to enjoy the show, I wanted to buy a ridiculously over-priced shirt. Over at the "Cool Stuff" table there were a bunch of cool shirts, but in the end I opted for this, $25 one (that's crazy!) When I got back to my seat, the guy next to me, already had a $7.50 beer, one of 4 that night. After a bit of aimless chatter, the lights went down, and with a cheer from the crowd, McRorie took the stage. For those not in the know, McRorie is a one man band, in which a man with two keyboards and four drum pads strapped to himself, some type of drum pads connected to his shoes, and some other way of playing other instruments with just his fingers, somehow mixes them into a song. McRorie sings mainly old 80's covers, songs about cowboy Drugie's, and partying after "they" drop the bomb, all things that the gentlemen next to me felt he had to yell, and raise his beer to. When McRorie had finished up his set, the lights came on for a short break. And then came Le Tigre. I had heard of the band before, and had a few songs, but really never heard a lot of their stuff, and I liked it. The fun, up beat, feminist Rock/Disco/Pop, got the whole crowd ready for Beck. After the longest of the 3 breaks, the band all came on. One by one they got on stage, last, of course, was Beck, who then led right into the first song, Clap Hands from the deluxe version of Guaro. The first couple of songs were either from Guero or Odelay, but he never played Jack-ass, which kind of upset me. But what he did play, was a cover of the Flaming Lips song, Do You Relize?, which I am told, he plays live quite often, but rare or not, I enjoyed it. This song was played during a little Medley he did half way through the show, when he played some old favorites, and covers. The whole time this was going on, his band was eating dinner, and playing percussion on a little table provided on the corner of the stage. This was also around the time the drunk guy next to me, became the really drunk guy next to me. He felt it necessary to point out when ever their was a picture of Beck on the large screen on stage "oh, there he is" and "their he is, that cock sucker", I don't think he even knew what he was talking about. When Beck started playing faster songs again, everyone was up and dancing, and that meant, I was stuck holding drinks for the guy next to me. The last song (before the encore) was Clap Hands (also the first song). After the usually clapping and cheering, he came back for an encore, and asked for people to get up on stage with him. The really drunk guy next to me anxiously asked if I wanted to go on stage, which was imposable from our seats, but anything is possible to a drunk. Maybe if I could have got one of the coveted floor tickets, I could have gone on stage and danced with Beck, but I was stuck with the drunk guy. Sadly, Beck left the stage, holding up a megaphone as if to say something, but just walking calmly off stage. It was a great time, I'm gonna have to see him again if he ever comes back. I don't remember the play list that well, or what he played during the encore. Maybe I could have remembered better if I did not have a drunk guy next to me, talking about stuff that made no sense, singing in my ear, telling me about corporations and how he wanted to pour beer on the "chick" in front of him, but MTV is cool (I don't get it either), and how he had a "French mustache", having me holding his beer, being offered snuff and booze, hearing him yell obscenities about the band, and having been close to sexually harassed, but who knows. The importent thing is, I saw Beck, in all his glory, and he was great!

office party.

At American Dream pizza, downtown I sat squished between my mom and her friend, they would sometimes lean across me to be able to hear each other so I was constantly tilting backward to get out of their way. Among them were a dozen other middle age folk having a going away party for a fellow worker. They all laughed and chatted among themselves with conversations only an adult would and could bear to listen to. Two other girls my age were present but they sat quietly together in the corner, finding amusment between them. I felt like a sardine on a ready-made sandwich, nudged between all the more beloved condiments. Good thing I had pizza and a dad whom wanted to leave just as badly as I (They were all my mom’s coworkers he didn’t know any of them.). When my mom said she didn’t want to stay long, I don’t think she meant she wanted to be the last one out, which unsurprisingly happened anyway.

My dad and I were going to take a walk so we would be out of the way, of all the people lingering around the three combined tables with no where to sit, and also we would have something to day, rather than sit. Then my mom would cut from her conversation and stop us, saying “oh, wait 5 more minutes, we’re wrapping up.” So we stayed, who knew it’d be another 30 minutes.

As I sat between the chatty ladies, I had to find away to keep myself from retaining to much boredom, I looked up at the ceiling and noticed the low-lying stainless steel air duct. I wondered if it would be sturdy enough for someone to spring off it, without it denting. I presumed that I could crouch on my chair facing the chair back, then flip onto the chair back and do a short handstand holding on to the chair back with my hands, feet in the air. Then I could bend my arms and push off from the chair back and hit the air duct with my feet to get enough momentum for me to do a quick mid air flip, and land safely back on the floor. That would be a quick, fun and entertaining trick that would get me out from between my mom and her friend. Yes I could have just switched with my mom, but she wanted me to get into the conversation, and no way did that happen.

Today’s the beginning of Da Vinci days here in *********, if you went to the Starlight Parade, or even the rose Parade in Portland, they had some kinetic sculptures from our Da Vinci days last year parading. My brother (Brandon) helped make a bug-like kinetic sculpture this year, so I’ll enjoy seeing his mechanism there.

On Monday until Saturday of next week, don’t expect any posts from me (Lacey) I’ll be in Texas soaking up lovely Hurricane Emily on her way from the Yucatan Peninsula.

A glob of information

A FedEx guy shows up on my doorstep and rings the bell, but no one is awake to hear or see him. Does that mean he was never there? Well he was, the guy left a note on our door saying, “come pick your giant package up at 4:00 or well try again tomorrow” pretty intimidating. Well any normal person may have let it slide and had them spend the time to drop it off. But my brother (Brandon:18) wanted his computer then. So he drove right down to FedEx at 4:00 to pick his, silken new, Antec® computer up. He wanted to build his own computer so he ordered the parts individually from this site and had them delivered. How convenient that his monitor and computer would arrive on the same day, yet they had come from different sides of the U.S. When he brought the giant package containing his new machine home he instantly set out all the pieces unwrapped them and got to work, like a child coming home and unloading the loot they had gathered while trick-or-treating.

He had it put together and working in less than 1 hour. My dad was precariously watching him making sure he put it together right, but he never actually told him anything. It seemed like he knew what he was doing while he was busy assembling it, and now it has wireless Internet connection (firefox) from our router downstairs and all his computer games (Lets not forget Trillian and Xfire!). He spent all that money and time getting it together and still the only thing he uses it for is to read TokyoPop and play computer games non stop, comparable to Navarre, Cielle and my acquaintance from school. Nothing sincerely important (to me).

To add a bit of insanity to this seemingly lame post, last night, I thought I'd cheer up a dieing plant, by telling it to, "Get a life" I think once it takes this advice, it will grow and thrive into some really lush looking plant. Right now, its withered almost to the point of no revival.

NEVER, EVAR, go to the Clakamas Town Center, EVER!

Sooo, Lacey and I had a somewhat exciting day in Portland yesterday. In order to get to Portland (2 hours away), at a respectable hour, acceptable for visiting the reason for leaving our little town, I had to get up early. A bit hard to do after staying up late the night before, but it wasn't anything a little mocha latté with toffee could not fix. The car ride up was quiet nice, listening to Polaris, and Heavenly, and stoping at a rest stop where we gawked at oddites of human nature (put in a very polite way). The first thing on our agenda, the thing we had come up for, and what we had to do before skipping about Portland: Visit a friend of Lacey's mom. Because we had no interest in this at all, we were dropped of at the Clakamas Town Center, the nearest thing of entertainment to this mystery friends house. This seemed like a jump in the wrong direction from where we thought we would be, at the Lloyd center. We were told that this would be a short visit and we would only have to spend maybe 2 hours at the most there. This was not the case at all. We spent close to 3 and a half hours, glancing in stores, staring blankly at the "World Largest Antique Carousel Collection" (it was not that big), looking up phone numbers in the phone book and making phone calls to people we did not know, and getting lost in the bizarre layout of this hell hole. The only entertainment we found was writing "when they're parking their cars on your chest, you still got a view of the summer sky- the Shins" in chalk on a brick wall out side, and watching people walk by and say "what the hell is that?", and then read it in almost perfect unison. Eventually someone got wise, and realized the two girls, that were watching every one take a long time reading it were the culprits, and even ventured to tell us, "not if its cloudy", which it was. When Lacey's mom did come to pick us up, to scoop up our bored, tired (from walking) bodies, and take us into Portland, we had more to do in the center. So back inside we went, looking for "summer pajamas" and food. After doing so, and I myself eating nothing but a smoothie, with globs of blue/brown, unflavored, tapioca that you had to swallow to get out of your mouth (I found a way around that, spit it out!) we were out of there! Or so we thought. Back in front of the car, escape in sight, we found ourselves asking, where are the keys? After a Chat with a friendly security guard, back inside to look for keys. We retraced our steps, exactly. Even the long way around the store that we had taken when we got lost. Then Lacey and I had the bright idea to look in the lost and found, sure enough, there they were, and after a long walk back to the car, we were out of there. After driving around for about a half an hour, not sure where we were, we found ourselves in down town Portland. We looked around for a bit, for the smallest park in the world (Mill Ends Park) but without luck, its small, but big enough to find, I would imagine. After that failed, we went to Pioneer square to see the sand castle building contest. that was nice, except having to go thought a little too fast, so I could only snap a few pictures. We left as soon as we came, and soon started walking in what Lacey's mom thought was the right way. (that makes me sound mean, no one really knew where we were going) We ended up making a very big loop, and got a lot of walking done, but not in the right direction. After looking at a map, we hopped the Max, and rode it a few blocks. When we got off, we knew where we were, I could see Powells. So into Powells we went. Only spending a few minuets, I got a zine, debated whether to get Thurstan Moore's Mix Tape Book (I didn't get it), and looked at some art! We farted around in some strores here and there, never buying, and walked up and down Burnside. Then into Whole Foods for dinner, and back to the car. The Drive back down was lovely, driving around sunset, eating our traditional Whole Foods meal, and listening to the Magnetic Fields, Charm of the highway strip, excellent driving music! One of my favorite, who am I kidding, my favorite thing to do, is just sitting in a car (preferably at night, but anything else is fine too) listening to some good tunes.

Just go!

To the guy with the eye patch, siting in my living room, trying to sell us a vacuum cleaner,

We really don't care, we just wan the three night vacation, not a vacuum. Please just leave my home so I can ask my mom a question and discus how strange you are.

Jack Be nimble, Jack be quick.

I bet I could jump over a candlestick. Today, on impulse, I picked up a hula-hoop and began twirling it like you’d probably twirl a baton and went out into the street and marched around with it whirling about. I was then taken into the not much-visited world of marching bands. I was the leader twirling the baton and wearing the fancy coat, tall hat and all, but actually instead of a nice gold-leafed baton it was an old plastic white-striped hula-hoop, and instead of a flashy uniform I had on a not-at-all flashy T-shirt and pants. I was doing quite well with it, I managed to keep it spinning in my hand for a while and was able to flip it back and forth from side to side doing a crazy spinning motion with it. I can twirl a hula-hoop like a baton better than I can use it for its set purpose, a hula-hoop. I was using it somewhat like this little one is here:

hulagirl 6
Originally uploaded by Meticulouslymeddling.

I don’t much do things on impulse, and that wasn’t a good example at all really, of what sort of things one might be urged by feeling to do. When I do something on impulse its really thrilling so maybe I should remember that for the next time. If I did more things on impulse I would have a lot more things to talk about, it would be a worth while conversation starter. Here may be an example:

Me: So you ever done anything on impulse?
Someone: That’s what I love doing.
Me: One Fall, I jumped off a roof into a giant pile of leaves.
Someone: Omigosh, did you hurt yourself?
Me: don’t worry it was a one time Jackie Chan sort of stunt, and the house was only one story.
Someone: Wow you’re neat, impulsive people rock, as long as the impulse is not to rob a convenience store or shoot somebody.
Me: thanks, and no way.

That’s a pretty swell example, take notes.
Also if people did more things one impulse a lot more things would be accomplished, more people would spend their time doing not thinking, and maybe a lot more people would wind up getting hurt, but hopefully just the first scenario. Sometimes if you think about things you want to do, or say, or ask, too hard and too long you’ll miss your chance to do, or say, or ask, those things at all.
Take my mom and dad for an example, they need to buy tickets for Texas, haven’t yet, and we’re planning to leave on July 18th. They were going to buy them in early June but hesitated, and procrastinated waiting on my brother for him to decide if he would go or stay. Its been a week since his decision (No, if you were wondering) and my parents still hesitate to buy.
Early June: $240 – July 6th: $450
That’s a bit much. Tonight they plan to, “bite the bullet” as my dad said.

So now I take this little true-life story and translate it for the wanting eye into my attempt at motivate babble. This story proves waiting for an answer or even a sign to tell you what to do won’t get you very far you have to just do it, say it, ask it, it’s a much better system of getting things done.

As Nike says “Just do it” and they mean it, and I mean it.

The answer to the anonymous question.

We don't do this very often so this is a big deal, we don't usually post in a semi orange and purple mix which turns out to be this fabulous pink shade. In the future (and in the past) if you ever see this crazy color you know wer're calaberating together on a topic, remember that..

AHHH, so back to answering this question(s).
The question was posted by an curious yet anonymous reader, the question they posted was:

"How many people are in your band? What instruments do they play?"

Here is the answer you seek: ( drag it out long enough for ya?)

At the moment there are only two and occasionly a father will step in and help with a drum beat or two when needed. Lacey plays, guitar, keyboards, vocals, or any random instrument tht doesn't need years of practice yet sounds lovely (EX: spoons, tamborine etc.) and writes most of the bands songs.. Cielle plays, bass, drums, vocals, mandelin (a bit),u kulele, and soon wants to learn harmonica and guitar, ( She owns both) plus any crazy instruments needed.

If that answers your question. If not ask us again. We're glad to answer any questions at any time, be it on the blog, or by e-mail, but why just stop at a question? Why not ask for a personalized song, or a snippet of our hair
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I woke up incredibly late this morning 12:00 pm.

Well, after having the very last chocolate muffin and after organizing the pantry, reading the Living and gathering notebooks, pens more notepads, and my guitar I fled for band practice. I was unable to get coffee at my house because for an anonymous reason we don’t have any so I luckily had some at Cielle’s before we began practice. At first we tried creating a bass line to one of our songs that already had a guitar line, lyrics and a good tune. (It’s a mix between Cat Stevens and the Decemberists) Then we moved on to a slightly more challenging song, and came up with a bass line, drum beat and keyboard riff, we found this new song to be very well written and as we practiced it more and more it began to sound all the more wonderful. If only I was able to get my keyboard over to her house in one piece things may sound a tad better.

We really want to make a cover to a song from a band no one has ever heard of, so maybe we’ll do a cover of one of our own songs, that may satisfy our craving.

Tomorrow I and that other girl are off to Portland in hopes to take James Mercer to lunch, oh yeah, and get computer parts for my brother so he can build his own computer this summer.

For the fourth of July there is a very nice riverfront blues festival going on RED WHITE and BLUES FESTIVAL so its known to many here in Corvallis. Thank you Dad for setting up the budget for our town so we are able to have this summer festival.

lalalalala.

Its dead

This sucks