newsong

Well I realized this morning why I could never be Jewish. I LOVE bacon. With a passion. This morning was the dentist for me and whenever I go to the dentist I go to Broadway Cafe or Subway for some food. Today I had an omelette, tea, and a side of bacon. Because I love how I can tell which of their cooks is working from the consistency of the bacon. Today was the floppy bacon Chef, and I prefer floppy bacon to crispy bacon.

Come to think of it, that's the question of the day:
Do you like your bacon crispy or floppy?



I probably misheard a lady sitting behind me this morning, but she was laughing away and from the snippets of conversation I heard over my inner dialogue it sounded like she had to bail her daughter out of jail on her (the mother's) birthday. I'm sure I misheard some things. But the idea stuck. I can just hear the phone message.

Beeeep.

Uh, Happy Birthday Mom. Hoping it was happy before I called, because... well... I don't know exactly how to put this, but I've only got another minute on the phone... I'm in jail. Yeah. Can you come get me, PLEASE? I'm so sorry.......Come quick!

Yeah, Hilarious thought. Great way to start a novel.

Okay, yesterday was the going away BBQ (Where we didn't actually BBQ anything) for my former (and still sort of) Youth Pastor, Ken. He's going back on a two-year mission term to Bolivia. His words of advice? "Nobody get married for two years, okay? I'm already missing one wedding." Of course that wedding is Myron and Becky which everyone saw coming a long time ago. Myron stopped short of counting the seconds when I asked him how long it was until the wedding. That made me laugh. Him and Becky are perfect for each other. Both silly. Myron said one of the things he was looking forward to about getting married is that he'd have someone to bug again like he did at home with his brothers. As evidenced by this photo:



Photos here.

One to show you the goofy folks...

Left to Right: Chad, Ken, and Greg. Chad and Greg are cousins. All three of them are the Cool Table in the Cafeteria. Yeah.



These pictures look really awesome on my computer, but on this monitor they're really bad... Weird.

In other news, yesterday I bought myself a djembe (african drum) and it's got a beautiful resonace. Only $115 at Mother's - and they go super fast. I managed to come in on shipment day right after they put them out and I got a big, resonant drum with beautiful wood and pink and purple cording. I didn't ever think I'd get one that looked at all girly, but it's beatiful outside and in sound. Both ways I'm very happy. One this size with professional tuners is over $300. But this one is great. Pics forthcoming when I get a chance. I'll probably get Gran to take a pic of me playing it. I need to get some standard rythyms learned. Generally speaking, now I need to practice tons.

PAWS is still being stupid so I'm stuck without being in all the classes I want to be in. I'll keep trying, though. I still need to switcheroo a couple classes and add Philosophy.

I've been listening to U2 - Vertigo so often I've lost count. A few hundred times in the last few days...


Hello, Hello (Hola, Hola!)
I'm at a place called Vertigo (Donde esta?) Trans: Where is it?
It's everything I wish I didn't know,
But you give me something I can feel...

All of this,
All of this can be yours: just give me what I want and no one gets hurt.

Other song I'm listening to impulsively: Relient K - Jefferson Airplane

If it hurts,
Kiss it better
You wear skirts,
I write nice letters
Never said nothing with flowers
Though we always talked for hours
And it seems to get much colder
When you cry on your own shoulder
And we know the show
Must go on
Guess I know
I guess I'll throw on

Some jefferson airplane
I'm trapped and I am enclosed
But I won't complain
I'll open all the windows
Jefferson airplane
I'm trapped and I am enclosed
But I won't complain
I'll open all the windows

Cause when it's colder
I feel much better
When I cry on my own shoulder
I'll just throw on a sweater and go

And I'll go to undergo a change of heart, a change of clothes
And when I'm home, I think I'll go eat cereal and stare out the
window

Cause you confused me more than anyone
An adjustment has begun
To let me feel the desperate need to leave what we undid undone
And maybe you could sympathize
With the bags under my eyes

He tries to be a better someone
That understands the difference
And that he can't show all the people all the things that really
mean as much as he could
Feels like I don't remember
Ever being this tired
Before now my eyes were closed to all of the beauty in this
world