I am writing this in a very melancholy mood. I feel as if an unseen fog of gloom is settling around me.
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Friday night Karl, Patrick and I got out our guitars (me on bass) and our 'learn to play guitar' books and set our stuff up in Karl's garage. by the end of the night, we could play a song. Great, eh? Now we're looking for a drumset that Jon can use. We also may look for somebody to do vocals and if someone's interested in keyboard/piano or something, I'm sure they'd be welcome. Talk to me if you're interested in anything what-so-ever. If it's about the band, I'm sure we can get equipment if you don't have it already.
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Last night was interesting. I'm quite sore from the lengthly trombone playing. And sore in differing ways. Karl and I went up and did some...fun...things with his truck at the Old Airport after the Starlight Ball...yeah... Then we washed up his truck before heading to his house around 1:15 am. It's great to have someone to talk to. I have lots of odd stuff on my mind. Thanks, Karl.
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I like 106.5 fm late on Saturday nights/Sunday's first hours.
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This morning I got up and took a five minute shower and rummaged through my bags for some clothes before leaving for church. I enjoyed the sermon. It was different than the usual and the guy even used Far Side comics to relate to what he was saying. He projected them up onto the screen.
I made my way home and then went into town with my sister and grampa. We ran some errends and I was quite dissapointed to see that most every shop in town was closed. I wanted to buy new strings for my bass, but the music store was closed...along with every other shop or cafe that I was even slightly interested in going to. This town sucks. I dislike it and everything more and more every day. We came back home after getting some ice cream at Coldstone and I rearanged the garage so that maybe the band can practice in there. I want to get a couch or two for down there. Working in the garage was the only thing I could do to let things trail off my mind for a while.
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I don't like it when things are broken. Maybe I relate them with myself too easily.
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I could sit here and type for days. This blog entry is really just being typed up so that I can reflect upon everything; Mostly the moments left unmentioned. I'm simply typing this up to get these specific thoughts off of my head so that I can think about the other events. *realization*
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I went to dinner with my grampa this evening. We had mexican food at Maria's. He told me all sorts of wild airplane stories from his younger days. It was fun; I wish I could be with my grampa more often.
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(broken thought) Between the lines? Maybe the lines? Why?
-Kevin