They weave a similar pattern of strings which they would like to be more complex and at the same time more regular than the other.

I promised myself I wasn't going to "get into it" with the blog over how much around me right now seems to be slowly fizzing, so Amy's birthday party!

First off, Jane made some awesome cupcakes. Spent some time on those pastries, and they were crazy delicious. I ate some Vietnamese dish at Blue Ocean, albeit good, I really still wanted to stop by the Subway on the same strip.
The we bowled. All of us. I used the ball I got from work that seemed to be a miracle in it's rubber, urethane and plastic goodness. Jane got a strike on her first roll. I don't understand my fascination with bowling, but I hope it continues to be a healthy one.
We drank. Andy's was packed and I hung out with a guy named Marty that appears to love flash animation and teaches computer science at UNT. Then Rodney and I took shots of whatever he ordered and talked about country music.
It ended at Amy's place with her passing out after she smashed a cupcake into my face.
Good times.

There was also a permanent scar along the left cheek but the scar rather than lessening her beauty only seemed to highlight it.

The break was good. Over to soon I figure, since I had to drag myself back into the swing of things today. Old Crow Medicine Show on Saturday was great, even though I had two hippies grinding on me. I'm not a big fan of the whole hippie vibe, the whole culture that should of rotted out a long time ago with the invention of the metal guitar solo or perms. I'd rather be standing next to some sweaty biker clad in leather with two day stubble than next to some hippie with a crocheted hat smelling like pinesol.
Amy's birthday is coming up. It's also her big 25. Too old all of us. Brandon, Tina and I got into a discussion at the bar on St. Patrick's Day about having a competition of who could be the most adult. Brandon won becuase he built a deck by his own recognizance. I think Tina and I just agreed being in debt is the most adult thing to our name.

The only thing I really want for my birthday is for someone to tell me some good news.

I brought my field recorder along just to record it for my friends.

There's peace in the wilds of West Texas, where the sun and the sky prevail.

I can't sleep. It's like a combination of coffee/depression/insomnia. It's almost 4am. I wish I could stop worrying about things I have no control over, but it looks like the iceberg will eventually get us all in the end.

I just wish I could get my mind straight for five minutes and figure out what's going to happen to me after I graduate. I'm going to be 25 next month, and I feel a little gyped by this whole experience so far. I just need to pull it together, and try to preoccupy myself with something.
Plus I need money, and my job has none to give me.
I do though, have an entire box of Ramen.

The icebergs waltzed to a Sigmund Romberg operetta tune, this is more like it!

Yesterday I was walking and thinking, one foot in front of the other, and I remembered someone saying that we are living between two ice ages. I just thought that was kind of funny and sad. All that ice.

Saw Dave Chappelle's Block Party last night. Almost teared up when I saw The Fugees reunite. It was really good, not as funny as I thought it might be, but overall it was good. The music was great. I'm going to have to find some Dead Prez. I had some of there stuff a while back, but I don't know what happend to it. Just up and disappeared with everything else.

Plus, I got to watch Rudy Ray Moore's Petey Wheatstraw: The Devil's Son-in-Law over at Martin's apt. Drank way too much and forgot how to play Dominoes at Amy's. I don't even think I made it on the score sheet.

I have to spend the rest of my day working on my paper for Dr. Armintor who's sage like wisdom rarely exceeds dressing warm in the winter.

Who is this man playing the piano while falling to earth?

We finally had to put Tara down on Thursday. She was a great animal, she was a great animal. She was everythign a dog was supposed to be. Funny, loyal, great hair. I don't know what's going to become of her, she's not coming home with the rest of the dogs we've ever had (Buddy, Bosco, Lucky, Ralph, Buster and Bandy),the cats (Miss Kitty, Miss Kitty II, Lenora), and a horse name...well I think it was name 'The Horse' but I distinctly remember my Dad calling in 'That Horse.' There's also a badger out there with no name, and countless chickens. It's going to be sad not knowing what's going to happen to here, but I think it'll be alright.

In other news, the bands on hiatus because Jacob's going to New Orleans for a couple of weeks to make money. He needs to, he owes everyone, so it's a good thing. We don't have any real shows coming up, but we do have a lot of new material.

I have a sore throat that won't go away.