Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2002-02-10 07:52:06 (UTC)

Talking Toy Candles?

Did I ever explain the Lawn Gnomes? I don't remember. Let's
pretend that I did. At least for now. I'll investigate
later.
I woke up late, but comfortable, in the Tiny Window House.
I had rehearsal at 1pm, as did 50% of the people who
actually live there. Well, it all basically came down to
that I needed to get to my house, take a shower, get new
clothes, and drive back to NDNU, all in less than 25
minutes. It was not possible. It was made even MORE
impossible by the fact that I somehow got onto the wrong
freeway...I KNOW this area. How does one get lost all of a
sudden, after driving the same route for months? It would
be like if I....forgot how to brush my teeth. Or something.
I finally GOT to rehearsal though. Luis was a darling and
brough me Jamba Juice. He didn't bring straws though.
That's ok though, I like a challenge. In the middle of
rehearsal, I got my wrist stuck on Andy's jeans. He had
these carpenter jeans with a little hammer-holder thingie.
Of course I had to stick my wrist through it...At least it
provided some comic relief for others, seeing my arm
attached to Andy's pants. After rehearsal, Luis and I went
and grabbed lunch, perouzed a Hallmark store and laughed at
the incompetence of many greeting card creators. We saw
these odd, stuffed-animal birthday candles, that would TALK
when you dropped them on the ground. I took four and threw
them on the ground all at once. Indeed, they ALL talked. I
found a card for Clint, to wish him good luck tomorrow, in
his piano competition. I know he will do really well.
Eventually, I returned to school, and spent a few hours in
a practice room with my Scarlatti Sonatas. Clint and I
chatted for a while, and then parted ways towards our
respective homes. And here I am. I am going to bed soon,
because I refuse to miss church one more time. I am a bad
person for even missing once, let alone TWICE!
Before I go though, I have to talk about Erin. Erin called
me today with a dramatic story to tell. She had been horse
back riding in Half Moon Bay, and apparently the horse was
a psycho horse and there were agitated romps across crowded
beaches, and fierce battles between woman and beast. I must
get the details from her!
And now, I am going to check out this website that is
called YOU DON'T WANT MY EX! WARN THE WORLD! Looks
hilarious! Looks....applicable? Maybe I'll write an entry.




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