
"School is a battle field... for your heart. So when Rayanne Graph (Or Justin Taylor, in my case) told me that my hair was holding me back, I had to listen... because s[he] wasn't just talking about my hair..." -my so-called life always puts it so nicely.
This year I give special thanks for pinatas, mad libs, donkeys who need their tails pinned on, girls who step in wasps nests, girls who dont order peppers on the pizza, girls who say things like "hippos for five" in crazy languages, and girls who show up late, and yet, precisely on time. I give thanks for thumbs that smush eye balls, boys who lose gas caps, pies and pi (and number like it), the fam-ers and the babes, pigs in a blanket, my soon-to-be apartment, the residents thereof, the air mattress that is always there ready for me..
OH, and
Band of Annuls. There are almost no words. I thought the CD was good, but seeing them live was life changing.. mmmmmmm.
Um, also, just in case you were wondering, Billy Corgan blinks with his fists.
http://www.amazon.com/Blinking-Fists-Poems-Billy-Corgan/dp/0571211704/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1196122500&sr=8-1
(some of it is way good)
Oh Provo, Provo, Provo, we are entering our endless numbered days..