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I always feel like writing music after seeing a bunch of cute indie one man bands with a synthesizer and guitar.

Last night, Mike and I lounged around his house talking about the philosophy of life and conception and the VP pick for McCain. We slept in his room together and when he tried to crawl out from under my claw like grasp, he accidentally hit my foot and woke me up. lol. Cute.
On his way down his gravel driveway of hell, I heard the sound of something metal clank and Mike's tire flattened. We pulled over into his neighbor's driveway and Mike's mom drove all the way next door and I sat in her car listening to Sirius radio while she fussed around Mike as he changed the tire. I heard a hair metal version of "You're so vain". Amazing.
It'll take a day for Mike's car to get fixed or so, so as long as he goes under 100 mph, he'll be good.

After sleeping around in his bed together some more, and messing with his cat, Mike and I went to Ting's house and The Atudes were playing. I got to record "the dream" and bug the crap out of Dustin about him sending me the lyrics to that song. I got a cd of the Bradley Unit and Ryan Sutherland (that one ryan kid I talked about in a previous blog so long ago that you probably will not recall), a Bradley Unit set of juggling balls (for free!) , a talking mountain cassette tape and two Talking Mountain shirts. The shirts were only 5 dollars, so I found that pretty nifty.
Mike and I went back to his house, and after watching a bit of the news with his mom, I slept for about an hour with Mike. Mike sent me home with my lost pearl necklace, miniature rabbit thing, and his old Velvet Underground shirt that doesn't fit him anymore. Sleeping some more on the way home, Mike drove me home. On 6th Ave. right outside of the Pet Shop I gaze at longingly at the kittens in the window everynight as we are stopped at the red light, there were about four fire engines and cop cars. The city was just getting there with some baracades.
It was a great night that I really enjoyed. After work today, Mike and I are going to go see a band he likes a lot called,"This show is the Rainbow" so I'm pretty up for that. :)

SKatAStic!

AHHHH!!!!

Last night Breann and her friends picked me up to go to the show. We dropped Elizabeth off at work and went to the house of bricks. Nick Allen was always talking about Ska Band Go! to Bre` and saying that she had to see them. I didn't like them at all. For a ska band- they pretty much sucked.
Look out Loretta was next and they were pretty dull as well. I was tired of standing around. We all went to the back and sat down. Breann's knees were bothering her and if she didn't like the next band, she wanted to leave. Vandon Arms convinced her to stay since she's you know- hardcore Irish and such.
When Deal's Gone Bad started playing, she got the feeling to go up and dance. We weaved through the crowd to the front and had a hell of a time skanking and jiving. After a couple songs, someone was leaning their elbow on my shoulder. I looked up-
MIIIIKE!!!! I gave him a big hug and kiss and was sooo happy to see him! He was supposed to be at work. Business was slow he said so they let him off early. He came by to see little ol' me! AHHH!! He's such a sweetheart. I really wanted him to go to it since I first saw him when we both went to the last Deals Gone Bad show. We danced through the rest of the show. When it was over, I got my cds from the Vandon Arms guys and a Deals Gone Bad Cd.
Mike and I drove over towards Java Joe's where I got a lemonade (they were out of Jones!) and he checked the time. We walked through the streets a bit before finding our way to the 7th and Grand parking garage. We leaned against the wall and looked up at the windows of the hotel across the street. Mike gave me a foot massage and we laid down together for a bit. I got creeped out by seeing something move in the door of some sort of a building on the ramp. it creeped my the fuck out and so we left.
We went back to his car and cuddled for only a second. while laying together, the tornado sirens were going off. it was pretty creepy. It was a good time to get me home. I was pretty paranoid and looking out the window. Mike tried to calm me down but I was pretty much flipping out. When we got to my house, I asked if he wanted to come inside- but everything was so still. I kissed Mike goodnight and grabbed my purse leaving my cds in his car. I went to bed after watching a bit of the weather. Mike called me when he got home and woke me up. I was sooo confused when I picked up the phone. I was like,"what the hell- is going on..."
I went back to sleep and was woken up by my dad pounding on my door several times this morning trying to get me to do laundry. I got up eventually.

Eyelashes

I kicked ass on my math final today- I think. I mean, I totally sucked at it but then again, I totally kicked its ass!! I won't know how I did until tomorrow when my grade is posted. :D
Today I applied for JC Penney's online and am going with my dad to the library to pick some stuff up. Later tonight, Justin, (hopefully) Mara and I are going to see Indiana Jones at 4:00. I'll be looking forward to that. I've never actually hung out with Justin outside of school band and him taking me home once. It'll be great seeing him again. Maybe I'll hang out with him more often this summer. This summer- I see good things happening.
I'm setting goals and priorities. I'm used to taking the bus now. I have a great boyfriend. I'll hopefully be able to spend time with friends. Who knows?! I might just get a job. Being 16- it's great. I didn't think things would change- but maybe they will.
Tomorrow I have one last final- American History. It doesn't count against me and I pretty much rule in that class so... yeah. No problem.

oh! Yesterday I was taking a shower and lost a few eyelashes. I put them on the shower wall and just froze for a second. I never thought I was that interesting of a character. Peculiar. Stuff that sitcoms and funny teen novels are made out of. but maybe- I am. What a great lyric it would make though.

"I keep eyelashes on my shower wall
for whenever I need a wish
four leaf clovers and stars that fall
don't quite do the trick"

Well- Here you go.

Yesterday, Mike picked me up around 6:00 (I think) and we drove to his friend Ryan (the lumberjack)'s house. We rode with him and his friend/enemy Cody to Ting's house then. It was pretty awkward at first at the party.
I didn't know what to expect. Besides girly sleepovers and such, I've never been to a party- at someone's house. Good news- no alcohol. They did score a rootbeer keg. That's pretty amazing. I didn't know those things existed. Note to self... They do.
After the show started things were a lot less awkward with more people there. I like the people who played and recorded a guy name Ryan. He's super cute and great. I like his music. I saw him once before with Mike. He played a flexatone! :D I totally freaked that time. He had it yesterday and I got to show Mike how it worked and such.

After a couple of bands, Mike and his friends and I went out into the back yard. His friends are pretty cool. Fun people. We ate some cheese burgers that were grilled and after grabbing a last glass of root beer we went for a drive.
The city has this program apparently where people can toss out all of their old junk and the city'll collect it. Mike and Ryan are going to a bluegrass festival next week(I think) and are trying to make a scheme to make money by selling pizza. Alrighty. Well, so last night we were driving around the East Side looking for a table. A fucking table. We found table legs, doors, windows, table tops, tvs etc. Tons of stuff. They were just looking for a plain folding table. No where was one to be found. It was getting later and dark and we were in circles trying to find a table out of piles of garbage. It was hilarious good fun.

After Ryan dropped Cody off somewhere, we went back to Ryan's house where we departed for the evening. Mike and I stopped for gas somewhere before taking me home.
While Mike went in to use the bathroom I looked over at a truck on the other side of the pump. It was rusted and had water stained mattresses in the back. A woman was with whoever was driving the car. She wore a sports bra and short shorts. Her legs were skinny and awkward. Eventually she put on a wife beater cut along the bottom showing the bottom of her stomach. As they were walking inside the gas station, Mike was walking out. And he drove me home.
I took out my pigtails and relaxed. We reflected on the night and talked while listening to.... I forget who. Oh well. Mike seemed really affectionate. He held my hand and said that he wanted to cuddle with me. Aww... :) how cute.
When we were pulling up to my house, my dad was checking the mail. Yes. At 10:30 on a Sunday night. We're terribly forgetful people. I was talking and narrating my dad as he was walking up the driveway. Mike laughed and thought it was funny. We kissed, shared our "love you"s and "night"s. It was a great time. I enjoyed it.

A shooting star (wish come true)

Yesterday, I hung out with Mike for a good part of the day. Around noon I took a bus to the library and met him. From there we went to his house and -oh!- we played piano together. I tried not to shoot him down but it was a tad frustrating. I'm sure I'll get over it and such as I get more comfortable playing in front of him.
Later on, we went downtown to the Vaudeville Mews and watched Chris for Conquered, Dustin's band Slaughterhouse 6, and Poison Control center. It was great. In between bands, we went to the park with Crusso's umbrella and sat next to the water. Mike took of his shoes and socks and hiked up his jeans a bit and danced around in the water while giggling.
We left the show a bit early so that we could go home to his house and fix some food. We went to Wal-mart first and grabbed a pizza, fruit punch, and (woot!) a choco-taco. Those things are the shit... Simply beautiful.
We went to his house, fixed the pizza and then went outside onto his deck. After eating, he turned off the porch light, and layed a blanket down. We looked at the stars together. It was pretty damn sweet.
We talked and when he was looking at me, and I was looking out at the stars, I saw a shooting star! I told him about it and he said to make a wish. I did.
"Alright- Now what is it?" Mike asked. I wouldn't tell. He kept guessing nouns and verbs. Mike really needs to know which are what. He kept guessing.
"Is the noun... 'Mike'?"
"yes."
"Awww...." he said and ruffled my hair.
After guessing a bit more he asked,"Is the verb 'Love'?"
"Well, kinda sorta maybe uhh..." It was part of it.
"Aww...."he said again. We talked a bit longer. I looked into his eyes and face for a bit. I kissed his cheek. It could have just been me, but it felt sorta wet. I petted his face. It felt pretty dry. It could have just been me. I mean, it was sorta warm but he did mention his was cold, so I don't think it was sweat. Huh...
I laid my head down. He whispered in my ear,"I love you." I looked into his face. He looked back at me. Questions spun through my mind, but they soon went away. I held his hand and smiled at him. We kissed and I said back to him,"I love you too."
We lay together for a while longer. I looked up at the stars and told him,"Mike, this is really nice." It was a beautiful night under the stars and in his arms.
We went back inside and lay down on the couch together. I fell asleep with him for an hour or so. I was tired and he's so damn comfy and cuddly. He took me home around a bit before 2:00. I don't know what band he set us to listen to on his i-pod. It was alright. I liked it. I was looking forward to going back to sleep even though I liked being with Mike.
It was a great night. :) And it put back some of my faith in shooting stars to be honest.

Searching for a Job I don't want

Yesterday I got Three! -count 'em- THREE Oingo Boingo cds and one Modest Mouse cd. Dad paid me back for the money I spent at school last week and gave me fourty instead of the 24. Alright! :D So, I got those four kickass cds for only 20 bucks. Kickass! Cd warehouse- you are my hero... I don't know what I'd do without you.
I mean, on Thursday when I went downtown by myself, I was sure that ZZZ records would have some Oingo Boingo. I even looked in vinyl though I don't personally own a record player. I just had to get my hands on some of that musicy goodness. They had a tab for the band even- nothing next to it.... I felt pretty damn lucky to get me some at the warehouse.
When I was also downtown on Thursday, I got a book I've wanted for a while- DIY: Design it Yourself. Now, I love being a musician, but I also love being an artist. I got some nifty ideas for when I start becoming successful with my music, I'll be able to self promote or other.
Alright- back to what I was saying about yesterday.

Yesterday, Mara called me up from Tanaya's house and my dad picked them up and took us all downtown. I picked up a job application at a flower place. The first app I've ever taken. wow....
I have no idea what the hell it is these flower people do or what they want me to do. Uhh.. So, I got an application. At the bottom is a "Summarize your special skills or qualifications".

What?

What is it these people do? What would they expect or want from me? The whole back page is for places of previous employment. Ugh. I have none.

So- where do I want to work?
No food. That's basically it. Or Hy-Vee. I'd rather not work at the mall either. I just don't want people from school to bother me. I'd rather work Downtown and do something. Otherwise- I don't care what I do. Manual labor? uhh... I don't think I should worry about having to do that.

Dream (probably unrealistic?) jobs
-bakery
-books
-fashion or clothes
-art
-flowers
-home goods
-vintage/thrift store
-music
-advertising

Dad asked if I could give piano lessons. I don't think I could. I'd rather try to play my own music and see where that goes. Maybe I could make a goal out of that. Play a gig tis summer and make a cd. I can work with that. I'll see where that goes.

Tanaya and Mara Downtown