Good Job

I think I've done alright holding up the weblog, you think?
Well, apparently if you read the comments on the last post you'd know it turned into a discussion about Oregon's Willamette Valley's weather, not so wonderous in winter. Not so wintery. Then again when we do get snow, school is cancelled, up side?
It began to snow in Sunriver which was good news to Cielle's family and Dr K (that guy is everywhere).
On New Years eve my brother went out with his friend Kevin possibly to drink, coffee, most assuredly he went to Sharies to hang with their employee friends, and be cool. Thats ok though, because he knows Navarre. I sat at home embroidering my skirt unitl the clock struck 12, the leap second had gone by, and all the fireworks that people had saved since July burst into the sky and crackled away. I got some 7 up with luau BBQ chips and New York Cheddar kettle chips, also some nutmeg liquor which was suprisingly delicious. The Pallini limoncello my mom got the other night, is disgusting though. Bittlerly strong.
As a way to pass the time onNew Years Day, I began a story using songs and CDs from bands on my ipod . Believe it or not it has a plot, revolving around the rapture.
Ehm. Heres a snippet it isn't quite done yet, at all:

They made Orchestral Manoeuvers in the Dark while Bunker Soldiers in the crowd Almost made Electricity by Dancing. The Russian Futurists Of Montreal passed out Orange Juice and reminents of The Rasberries. The crowd awaited The Rapture. They weren't ready but they were expecting it, they had been told. The face in the crowd knew The Young Marble Giants and their Colossal Youth, who enjoy Cakewalking, and Eating Noddemix. They lived in The Taxi in south Dynelys, and were responsible for The Rapture.

We have to go back to school tomorrow and that bites.