So I actually checked my xanga, because unfortunatly I have been overtaken by myspace and sometime have the short lived affair with facebook.  And in checking my xanga I see that no one really reads my life and what I have to say about it.  I'm not sure how to feel there but maybe you are all married to myspace as well.  Well if you have stopped in to say hello or see what is going on.  Not too much.

Improv. That's most of my life, and I love it.  Even if we're not awesome yet we have fun...so eat that.

Then Jordan tagged me.  I don't know really what that means or what I am supposed to do.  If it is like my childhood game then I call no tag backs right now...got that NONE.

So as it was done by Jordan...

6 Secrets About Me (Or as close as I can get)

1) I count in my head all the time...

2) I love the Mills Brothers (singing group)

3) I am more afraid of red balloons than any other color but they all scare me.

4) I am intimiated easily (even by my friends and family) but try really hard not to show it

5)When anyone yells at me seriously or raises their voice in anger, I instantly cry

6) I love socks more than any other piece of clothing

Those secrets suck I know.  But I'm a pretty open person.  And that's the closest I can get to ones most people don't know and ones I'm willing to share.

So as for tagging, I don't know how this works.  But I guess I will tag Alan, Jason, and Melanie.  Because I'm talking to them online and I think they'll do it!

~R @ d ! 0

Currently Listening Gershwin: Rhapsody In Blue/An American In Paris Rhapsody In Blue see related

...and then I found five dollars.

So Band Camp as it is sometimes refered to is over.  In a way it's sort of odd, readjusting to normal life again is weird.  I miss some people already...Mr. B (a lot! Gonna fix that though), Mr. Beard, Mrs. Schook, A, table talks.  All that stuff, sorta sad.  But it is good to be home too.  My voice is shot, completely gone.  I don't know if it's from air conditioning or just yelling a lot.  I'm sore, and tired, but we worked really hard.  Don't make fun, we really did.  Standing in the sun for 3 hours isn't easy, if you've ever met or seen mr. rose you know we don't fuck around.

Life was crazy before band camp.  Mixed and jumbled and not that fun.  Then at band camp I won't lie, also sorta stressful.  But now that I'm back.  I'm happy. It's a good thing.  Sarah and Kate are back, Mel gets back tomorrow, Travis is still here and has a job, Sarah hasn't left for Spain.  It's good.

I'm refreshed and that is what matters.

Soon to come: fun like no one has witnessed

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Where'd Everyone Go?

Is it ok to be sad?  And if so...why doesn't it feel ok?

Some things you all may not know.

*Everlasting Gobstoppers do NOT last forever as they advertise.

*When shutting your car door it is best to first remove your fingers from it.

*When slamming your fingers in the car door it is best to make sure your grandmother is not around so when you begin to swear and jump like you've never jumped before, you don't scare her into insanity.

*When your grandmother asks where she put her peanut butter (which was not there to begin with) the correct response is "In the cookie jar" not "what peanut butter?"

*Peanut butter does not help fingers which have been slammed in car doors.

*When the only thing that will take your mind off of your mutalated peanut butter covered fingers is everlasting gobstoppers and how great it must be to have a candy that will last forever as you have seen on the advertisements resist them because...

*Everlasting Gobstoppers do NOT last forever as they advertise.

Life's a bitch....a car door slamming bitch.

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What's worse? Waking up to find that your heat no longer works or waking up to find that you have had your head in a wrong position while sleeping and now can only look directly to your left?  I don't really know or care to know , and to be honest that whole question, this whole thought is completely pointless and I'm sure you all feel dumber (if that's even a word) for reading it.

I remember when grills were things that you cooked food on... 

I'm home.  It's kinda nice.  Haven't seen it in a while, looks different.  Kinda messy...all right it's a freaking dump but it is my dump and that is what matters.

I'd say this is all so dumb because I'm exhausted...but I'm actually just like this normally so there ya go...

Lol, I just apologize for this whole entry...lol.

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