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Saturday, July 30, 2005

!For Meagan!

Hi Meagan! We're on the phone right now! And I'm commenting with Mike! And we were just text-messaging!

Okay, we just hung up. Now we aren't on the phone.

I decided to do a "For Meagan" blog entry, because I just read
her blog and I saw that she did a post titled "for erin", and this is the SECOND time that she has done this, and how cool is that? So of course I had to leave a comment, and as I was commenting I got a text-message from her telling me to check my blog because her and Mike "hijacked" my blog. Sure enough, they did! (Scroll down two entries to the post that has 30 million comments). So I started responding to their comments WHILE text-messaging Meagan! Then, drum roll please, Meagan CALLED me! Which was quite unusual because me and Meagan are far too modern to do such a thing. So then I talked to Meagan on the phone while commenting to Mike on my blog. I am so great at multi-tasking.

Please take note that in the title of this post I put exclamation marks around Meagan's name. That is because I always do that when I e-mail her. It adds more umph.

I love Meagan. I really do. And even though
the dots still haven't paid me, I'm SO GLAD that I did Les Mis, because that is when I really got to spend time with her and thank goodness she was the musical director for that show because it made a good experience out of what otherwise would probably have been a not-so-good one. And she lets me write her venting e-mails about a certain someone who should go unmentioned and never tells me to stop venting to her, which is SO appreciated, and she understands the beauty of yummy drinks and never is critical of me even when she thinks I'm wearing a shirt that says "tastes like butt".

Seriously though, she is a great friend. And Meagan, (this is awkward because I'm going back and forth from writing TO you to writing ABOUT you), I don't know if you realize this, but those last few months that I had in Ashland would've been SO much harder if it wasn't for your company, whether it be through blog, phone, or actual in-person contact.

I love you Meagan!

Friday, July 29, 2005

"Wake me up when September ends."

-Green day

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That's a picture of Kat and her puppy, Doogie. They were here last night and this morning and it was really fun to see them! Kat is moving to Washington soon, and was in town to try to find a place to live. We stayed up until 2 AM talking about random stuff. It was mucho funno.

Today Amber and I went to Target because I needed sheets for my bed that aren't flannel. And we found t-shirts that must have been made specially for us.
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This was taken in the dressing room, and since we took a picture of our reflection, the logos are backwards, but they say "On a Mission", which totally relates to an inside joke that we have that I don't have time to go into. But trust me, its funny.

Anyways, that's all folks, because I'm tired. But I know that my sister wanted me to post a picture of Kat and her dog. So there you go sister!

Thursday, July 28, 2005

"I have no need for anger with intimate strangers and I've got nothing to hide.""

-The Indigo Girls, Reunion

I love the Indigo Girls. I've been listening to them all morning, probably because I'm missing Michigan like crazy, and it was there that I learned to really love the Indigo Girls. I DON'T miss being a counselor and constantly having 12 girls to be responsible for. But I DO miss living in the woods, and constantly being outside, and the amazing rain storms, and having campfires with the other counselors.

Meanwhile, check this out:
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Do you think I should be worried that as I Iook from Eeyore to Ashlee Simpson (Ashlee Simpson is the name of my plant), I can't tell who looks more gloomy? I gave Eeyore a kiss on the nose hoping that would help, and I watered Ashlee Simpson and opened my blinds to give her sun even though it is going to make my room heat up to a bagillion degrees, but they both still look pretty gloomy. Maybe I'm not meant to have a plant. She is the first one that I have ever had. Oh bother.

I finished House of Leaves . I really liked it, but I won't go into that here because when I'm in Ashland in 8 days (!) I'll see the only person who may actually be interested in hearing my thoughts on it. So I'll save blog time and write about other stuff. I just started reading Mists of Avalon, and I love it. After I'm done with that, I think I want to re-read one of my Thomas Hardy books.

I'm really looking forward to going to Ashland, but all of the sudden 5 days just doesn't seem like enough time! I remember when my boss told me that I could have 5 days off and I remember thinking "That seems like TOO much time", and now I'm thinking "How am I going to do everything I want to do and see everyone I want to see in 5 days?" Maybe I just won't sleep , which shouldn't be a problem, since I seem to have given that up anyways. It isn't that I have insomnia, its just that I'm not sleeping lately. But I'm not tired... I dunno. On a sidenote, (actually, isn't this whole blog just a whole bunch of sidenotes), I'm a little worried that I might melt when I get to Ashland. Like butter. I'm going to melt like butter. That reminds me of a funny story. I have a shirt that says "Tastes like butta", and one time when I was out with Meagan I was wearing that shirt and I had a sweater on. It wasn't until I took the sweater off that Meagan saw the whole sentence on the shirt and told me that she had been thinking that I had been wearing a shirt that said "Tastes like butt". Its those little stories that make me love Meagan.

I don't work until tonight, so I'm just going to practice until then. I'm trying to re-learn my Bach English Suite and its actually going better than I expected. Maybe miracles do happen.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

"Oh my gosh, I'm SO GLAD that I moved to Seattle!"

-Me, to Amber, because the city was beautiful tonight

Amber is FINALLY back! She has been gone for a bagillion years! I worked today until 6:30 PM and then Amber met me at the sock store and we went down to the Red Robin that is on the waterfront and we had yummy drinks and yummy food. Mmm... yummy. I'm very glad that my Amber-face is back.

Oh, and Geoffrey Rush came into the sock store yesterday! That was SO COOL! Last month it was Danny Glover, this month it was Geoffrey Rush... who would've thought that a tiny little sock store could attract so many important people?!

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Sunday, July 24, 2005

"He wore the devil costume at every oppurtunity even though the pants were too short and could never understand why no one would take him seriously."

-Still Mostly True

You Are A Maple Tree

There's not anyone in this world quite like you.

You are full of imagination, ambition, and originality.

Shy but confident, you hunger for new experiences.

You have a good memory and learn easily.

You are sometimes nervous and always complex (especially in love).

I had lots of fun in Milwaukie with my mommy and my poodle. The one glitch in the weekend was that I found out that all this time that I thought I had 9 months after graduation before I had to start repaying my loans I have been wrong, and I actually have to start repaying them now. Ugh.

I got back to Seattle yesterday via the train. I had never taken the train before, and I really liked it. And I sat next to the most interesting person that I could've sat next to! She used to be engaged to James Brown! Seriously! She had pictures! And she is determined that I am destined to meet her son, who plays in a band in Seattle. Here is how she described him:

"He sings and plays guitar, is a great performer, and he is different, but in a good way. Now I won't lie, he is living with a girl right now, but they are pretty much over, and he has a tendency to kind of live in his head and you'll think that he is all yours and then one day he'll probably just dissapear and never give you an explanation. But its not because he doesn't care, its just that he has so much going on in that head of his."

Hmmm..... Sound familiar?

Anyways, she was very entertaining and made the train ride go by really fast. I had just enough time to rush to my place, change clothes, then go back downtown for work.

I borrowed Season 1 of Northern Exposure from my mom. I've seen seperate episodes, but never in succession, and I am SO HOOKED.

I opened at the store today, and I was running late so I didn't have alot of time to ponder what CDs to bring to work with me. (Trust me, it is usually quite the process). So I just grabbed the 5 that caught my attention the most, since the disc changer at work holds 5 CDs. It wasn't until I got to work and started listening to the first CD (Sugar Ray) and started having flashbacks that I realized the 5 CDs that I had brought with me were 5 of the handful of CDs that I had with me at Blue Lake last summer. I worked with Drew today, and he has worked as a counselor as well, and we spent the a long time exchanging camp stories. Even though I am VERY certain that I don't want to go work at Blue Lake again, I do miss that place.

Two weeks from right now, my Ashland visit will be in full swing.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

"That's one small step for a poodle, one giant leap for mankind."

-In honor of "Moon Day"

I start piano lessons on September 1st! I'm super excited. I have an official time-slot and everything. Its going to be so great to be working with someone again. And better yet, I found a way to have lessons and keep both of my jobs. I was afraid that I was going to have to quit one of them, but I didn't want to quit either of them, and I finally figured out how to make that all work. Yay.

Right now I'm watching Sex and the City with mommy and Ernie. That's right folks, I'm in Milwaukie AGAIN. Usually I work Wednesday and Friday at Old Navy, but yesterday, (Tuesday), they told me that they don't need me this week. And I had all these days off at the sock store. So here I am! I got here yesterday evening and spent some time with mommy and Ernyest. Then I went and had a very interesting night with Scotland... but I totally don't have the energy to write about it, considering that I got home at 4:30 AM and woke up at 8 AM. Sigh.

Today I've been laying around, practicing, reading, and admiring the extreme cuteness that is Ernie the Poodle. I've also been admiring the beauty that is the Russian boys next door! Mommy and I just got back from downtown where we got cheese fries and REALLY yummy martini drinks that had muddled blackberries in them, along with vodka and triple sec. Mmmmmmm....

Uh-oh, Ernie just got cuter! I better go pet him!

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Monday, July 18, 2005

"...Big feelings melted into puddles, flooding out from a tent somewhere in Michigan."

-Michelle Tea

Do you ever have those days where from the second that you get out of bed, you are thinking "Today is going to SUCK." Well, that's how my day started. (Just so you don't have to skip to the ending, it turned out to be a great day).

The main reason that I thought I was going to have a bad day is that I didn't sleep last night. When 5 AM rolled around, I decided that I might as well just get out of bed and start my day. I was drinking coffee when I looked outside and realized that it was GORGEOUS, and it was only 6 AM! I didn't have to work until 1:30, so I decided to go spend the first part of the day downtown. I finished my coffee, took a shower, ate some ramen (mmmmmmm), and then started walking downtown.
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I walked down to Pioneer Square. I love it there. There are a whole bunch of cute shops and lots of little parks. And it was so beautiful this morning.
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Then I walked down to the waterfront. That is when a bird tried to kill me. Seriously. I was gazing at the water and in a moment of total contentness when I looked ahead of me and a bird was flying straight for my head at rapid speed. I dodged it, but it was close! Seriously! Don't laugh! I called my mom to alert her that her youngest child had almost been attacked. She didn't seem too worried. Then I sat on a bench and alternated between reading my book and staring into space.
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I spent a pretty long time down by the water. It was perfect. Shareka called me and I chatted with her for a little bit. She is still adjusting to being a mom. I can't believe that a year ago from right now we were probably sitting in the UD hut at Blue Lake, and now she is a mom. Life is so strange... anyways, I hung out at the waterfront for awhile longer and then headed back up to Seattle Mainland.
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Then I Pike's Market and indulged in one of my favorite things about Seattle:
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As I ate my doughnuts I watched the town troubadour. Yes, we have one. And he is SO COOL! He sings and hula-hoops and plays guitar and harmonica, sometimes all at once! He never fails to amaze me. Incase you can't tell, this is a picture of him hula-hooping, singing, and balancing his guitar on one finger. What CAN'T the man do?
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All in all, I had such a great morning, and I was in a great mood, and I wanted to do something else before work. So I went to get more of my hair chopped off. I was planning on doing it on Wednesday, but I just couldn't wait. I went to a new place, and it was really cool, and the gal that cut my hair was awesome, and the salon played REALLY good music. I asked how they got such an amazing playlist and my they said they had an ipod hooked up. Nice. As soon as she took the first chop off of my hair, this song came on, and that in itself made my day. I love my new haircut. It is so much fun.

Side view:
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Front view:
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I got home and checked my e-mail, and I had one from my soon-to-be piano teacher! I e-mailed him yesterday about my schedule, and he wrote back:

Hi Erin,
Thank you for the update, I'm looking forward to working with you.

I'm so excited (and kinda nervous) to work with a new teacher.

I had a really really good day! Go figure!

Friday, July 15, 2005

"Everywhere I belong and the places I do not its just a thicker tangle of cable, harder to place."

-Michelle Tea

You Are Best Described By...

From the Lake, No. 1

by Georgia O'Keeffe

I have such a bad headache right now. These obnoxious little kids came into the store today, and since I was made aware of their presence on this earth, my head has been pounding like a metronome. And then I start thinking of metronomes, and then I think of how I need to re-learn my Bach English Suite, and then the headache gets worse... oh bother.

I'm reading House of Leaves. I started it a few days ago, and it is really tripping me out. I've never read a book like this before. But it is really good. Adam has been talking about it for at least a year, and he even brought it over to my apartment once back in the day, but I never read it. So when I was in Milwaukie last week, (gees was that just last week), I borrowed my mom's copy. I can't stop reading it. I think I'll be done with it soon.

I'm getting more hair chopped off on Wednesday. Don't be surprised if this addicition leads me to being bald. Just kidding... or am I?

These last few weeks have triggered something... its hard to explain... but I'm re-evaluating alot and I know that I need to start doing, I don't know, SOMETHING different. That probably doesn't make any sense. I can't put it into words. But I know that music is going to be the center of whatever "it" is. I'm going to practice more, I'm going to get back to that point that I was at before I went to Michigan last year, when music was the center of EVERYTHING in my life.

Once I get back to that point, everything else will fall into place. I have a hunch.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

"I love this. I fucking love the piano."

-Gina (Pardon her French. Heh. Get it? She was just in France!)

Oh man, I had such an amazing time with Gina. We spent all day yesterday in my room playing piano. I set up my keyboard on my bed, and we played our concertos with the assistance of the orchestra sound on my keyboard. Yes, we are THAT cool. When it got too late to play (for courtesy to my neighbors), we drank lots of wine and ate lots of cheese and chocolate and watched lots of Sex and the City. Then we woke up this morning watched more Sex and the City, then we walked around to try to find a place to have breakfast, but we couldn't, so we went to the grocery store and got food at the deli, then came home and started playing piano again, and we continued that until it was time to go meet her brother downtown. Then she left with him to go back to Tacoma. It was SO GREAT to see her. How did I make it over a year without playing piano with Gina?

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005


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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

"You turn from me and said 'the trapeze act was wonderful but never meant to last'..."

-Iron and Wine, The Trapeze Swinger. (I've had this on repeat for the last million hours)

I might've found a piano teacher, but I don't have the final word yet. Having Jacob here last week and playing music with someone again really got my inspiration brewing, and I made a whole list of goals involving piano and grad school. Then talking to Gina on the phone for an hour yesterday about NOTHING but piano was the final kick that I needed. I got on the UW website and e-mailed the teacher that looked the most prestigous, explaining that I just graduated and am working on my grad school audition program. He wrote me back within 24 hours and said that he is "away" and that when he gets back he'll have a full schedule. But he referred me to one of the doctoral students, a hungarian pianist. So I contacted him and am waiting to hear back.

Anyways, if this isn't perfect, I don't know what is:
You are a Black Coffee

At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable

At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty

You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it

Your caffeine addiction level: high


Just so you know.

Monday, July 11, 2005

"All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put me back together again...""

-Kasey Chambers

I'm so hormonal right now. Mad, Sad, GRRRRRR... Must go play piano for long periods of time. I think I'll go work on my Debussy piece. Oh my gosh, I am such an emotional basketcase right now. I swear, next time I hear a guy talking about how PMS and hormonal mood swings are just an EXCUSE to act bitchy, I'm going to pin him to the ground and give him a big fat injection of mood-swing-juice.

The one thing keeping me somewhat above water, (besides the fact that I'm in my bedroom and there isn't any actual water here), is that 48 hours from right now I'll be with GINA!!! Thank goodness.

I finally got around to buying my plane ticket this morning. 24 days from right now, I could very well be here. In fact, bet on it.

Oh, and check this out:
In a Past Life...

You Were: A Diseased Philosopher.

Where You Lived: West Africa.

How You Died: Suicide.

Ain't that just one big ray of sunshine?

Saturday, July 09, 2005

"All I know is that when I go in that office and sit down at that piano, I am the absolute definition of myself."

-From my journal, what seems like forever ago, talking about my piano lessons.

Meagan and Tanya recently blogged about their piano teachers. So I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon and do the same thing.

I wanted to take piano lessons for as long as I can remember, but my mom wanted to make sure that it wasn't just a phase before she started spending money on lessons. So in October of 1990, I finally got to start lessons! (It was a birthday present from my mommy).

Her name was Mrs.Leonard, and she was recommended to us by a friend of my mom. She was a very sweet old lady that also lived in Milwaukie, very close to where I lived. She was very patient with me, considering that I had a need to play like a pro right away, and was VERY frusterated that I wasn't getting those results! (Good thing she didn't tell me that I'd still be feeling that frusteration 14 years later). I remember coming out of lessons crying, positive that I would never be able to read music, and my mom assuring me that I would be able to if I just worked at it. So I did, and I loved practicing, although I kept "accidently" (ahem) losing my theory book. Woops. Often, Mrs.Leonard would just lay back in her little chair and close her eyes and doze off as I played. My mom would usually sit in the room with us and work on needlework, or read. Sometimes she would doze off too. She would joke that it was the one time of the week that she didn't feel guilty for sitting still.

I don't remember this, but apparently I could play by ear when I was little. (Where the hell did that talent go?!?) So Mrs.Leonard would be sure to pick peices that I didn't know, and she would never play them for me, because otherwise I would be able to play them without having to really read the music. (WHERE DID THAT TALENT GO????) Once a year we would have a recital, and all the other students would play once, but by the time I was a little older, I was playing at the beginning and the end. It made me feel important. It made my mom feel important too.

One of the things that I remember most clearly is Mrs.Leonard's dog, Cody. Every Wednesday at 4:15 when I showed up for my lesson, Cody would come to the door and I would always have a Milk Bone for him. On the few days when I would forget, Mrs.Leonard or her husband Dan would run and get one from their kitchen and sneak me one before Cody knew that I had forgotten. Mrs.Leonard said that for months, maybe a year afterwards, Cody would still go to the door every Wednesday at 4:15 to wait for me. That made me really happy and really sad all at once.

It was somewhere around the end of my junior year of high school when Mrs. Leonard and I decided that I should get a new teacher. She had hinted at it before but I had acted like I didn't understand what she was trying to say. But one day she just flat out said that she had taught me everything that she knew, and that I would never progress further without moving on to someone else. So she called John. (I don't want to use his last name, or he'll show up if someone googles him)!

John is a professor at Marylhurst University, a beautiful school located somewhere around Lake Oswego. It was a huge honor that he accepted me because I was his only student that wasn't enrolled in the college. My first lesson was somewhat intimidating. It became very clear to me that there was alot that I didn't know. But we had amazing chemistry. Infact, I think that I consider John to be the best teacher that I have ever had. He wasn't necassarily the best musician, (we all know who that was), but our lessons were amazing. We always had them in this little room on the second floor and time always flew by and he made me so much better, SO fast. It is still amazing to me how much progress I made while I was with him. If I would've gone to SOU without having John as a teacher, I would've been eaten alive.

But there was another teacher that I can't leave out of this entry, even though he wasn't a piano teacher, he was the choral director at my high school. Mr.Carlisle. Mrs.Leonard taught me the basics, John took what Mrs.Leonard taught me and molded it into what it needed to be. But Mr.Carlisle is the man who taught me how to be confident as a performer. And I owe him SO much for that.

Its not that I've ever been shy, because despite what many people think, I never have been! But I didn't know how much I loved performing, because I had never done it in any excessive amounts. I had been in choirs since 7th grade, and my choir directors would always try to get me to accompany. (I would always play the piano before and after class). But I would always refuse. I just didn't want to. And that was that.

Until Mr.Carlisle came along. He wasn't willing to let me slide by. One day in choir when I was a sophmore, the seniors were doing senior song auditions, and one girl, NORA, had her music but didn't have an accompanist. You know the type. They don't prepare, they just show up expecting a pianist to appear out of thin air. GRRRR... So, Mr.C (as I more often called him) said "Hey Pez, go ahead and play for her." (He was one of the judges for the auditions, so he couldn't play).

I could've died. I might've actually momentarily died. Not only did he want me to accompany, he wanted me to SIGHT READ in front of all these people? But, I did it. And it SUCKED. REALLY BAD. And I went in the bathroom and cried and I vowed to hate Mr.C for the rest of my life. I was so so so so mad.

For a few days.

Then he pulled me aside and asked me to become "the" accompanist for the choir. And I said yes. And so it began. Then the next year I also became part of the small jazz choir and I pretty much was performing all the time. Mr.C and I were really close. He would let me stay after school on days that I had lessons and let me practice on the awesome choir room piano. I was in a class that he helped teach where the students wrote an entire musical from scratch, and he helped me write the music for it and taught me alot about composing. He convinced me to join jazz band when I was a senior. When I first joined his choir, I didn't even know that I liked performing. When I left his choir, I knew that I loved it more than anything in the world.

It is because of Mr.C that I had the guts to put all practicality aside and become a music performance major. I wonder if he knows that...

And yeah, then there was that one teacher that I had at SOU. He taught me a thing or two (or a million) about music as well. And lord knows I have plenty to say about him.

But would you look at that? I'm out of time...

Friday, July 08, 2005

I got the same response that my brother got! Its like we're related!

"Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me..."

-Green Day

I spent the majority of the day with my mommy and my poodle, eating way more food than my poor stomach is used to and loving every minute of it. Then Loro picked me up and we went out to Sharis, where I ate even MORE food. While we were there, we overheard a male voice at a nearby table saying "Is that Erin and Lora over there?" But we ignored it, because in Milwaukie that stuff just becomes second nature, and we weren't curious enough to find out who it was. But later on in the night as those boys were leaving, they stopped at our table and it turned out to be two brothers that Loro and I both grew up with, and we all chatted for a long time and it was really cool to see them! (Katie and mom, since I know you're wondering, it was Andy and Pat).

Anyways, I'm glad that I came back even though it was for less than 48 hours. It was a much needed break.

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Thursday, July 07, 2005

"Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do, nothing to kill or die for..."

-John Lennon, "Imagine"

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005

"We're strange allies with warring hearts..."

-Dave Matthews, The Space Between

I had such a great 4th of July. I got to sit on the waterfront and play music with Jacob and watch pretty fireworks and hang out with cool people. Sad that it is over... glad that it happened.

Jacob left a few hours ago to go back to San Fransisco. I'm going to Milwaukie tomorrow because I miss my mommy and my poodle. Then I'm coming back on Friday, and Gina gets here on Sunday. I'm so glad. These last few days have reminded me how much I miss having people to play music with.

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Monday, July 04, 2005

"I guess that's how you started, like a pin prick to my heart..."

-The Indigo Girls, Ghost

Here I am posting a new entry even though NOBODY has commented on the last two that I posted. Helloooo? Is anyone out there?

Amber-face left today for her yearly army-reserve-thingy and she won't be back for three weeks. We were both really sad when it was time for her to go. I'm already so used to having here. Plus, we had SO much fun last night! We bought chips, salsa, chocolate and wine, and dyed our hair, and just had a great time.

So... two nights ago I got a call from Jacob at 1:30 AM saying he was coming to Seattle, because one of his good friends invited him down. I spent today hanging out with him and his friend. In all honesty, it was great to be able to hang out with him. He showed up my apartment and within two minutes we were at my piano playing music. It was so great to have "music time". After that we went to his friend's house and then we all wandered around downtown and found this, then we went back to his friend's place and watched Goonies. Then Jacob and I came back to my place and watched the video tape from the night that he left Ashland and we laughed at how ridiculous we were, are...

Anyways... yeah... good day, kinda strange. But good.

Now I must go to bed. Because I am very very very very tired.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

"I memorized the 24 Chopin Preludes. I can do this!"

-Me, after failing Mario for the bagillionth time.

Me and Amber are having a very hard time being stuck on the same stupid level in Mario.

"God damnit! Oh!"
"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!" (While hitting the floor repeatedly)
"Okay, lets just have a piece of candy..."
"We can do this. Let's just regroup and try again."

This is serious people. Very serious.