Hello, it's a beautiful day! Y'know, with the grim looking gray clouds and the downpour of rain. Gor-geous.
Happy belated birthday to Weeeeeberrrrrrrr! Note that I avoided repeating the "b" so it wouldn't seem like I'd make the common misspelling of "Webber". That's effort for ya'.
And today's daily anniversary of some magical event in the world--whether it be of birth, of marriages, or of relationships--, isss... THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS, you guessed it: It is, in fact, Westland Anniversary, a holiday celebrated in New Zealand. Here's to you, New Zealand! ::has a fiesta of celebration:: Yes Phuc, you are invited, don't you worry. ::huggles::
Sunday was fuunnn. Went to a gold mine up in Sutter County on a tour that I whined and whined about on the drive there that it would be spectacularly boring, but it was fun, in that big educational sense. PEOPLE WOULD STICK GOLD UP THEIR BUTTS TO STEAL IT! Eye-catching tidbit. I know at least one person reading this blog had their eye caught by the word "butt". Shameless tactic to draw people into the entry. Anyhoo, so yeah, I went about 600 feet under the surface (so warm!) and learned about the big mining world, and stood inside an inactive earthquake fault. Afterwards--after a intense gaming session (got all the high scores on that wench word game) at Jackson, which is a place I haven't been since summer and that uberly scary Frank era--went to Borders, like mentioned last time I blogged, and saw Coles Whalen perform. She is so cool. Great songs, and she's really friendly. During intermission, I got a chance to talk to her about her album and her experience as a solo independent artist on tour, and got a free poster and told her how much I loved her material, and uber-awesomely, in the second set, she dedicated a song to me, "Manhatten", which I told her during the break was my fav. song on the album. I thought that was SO cool. The fun mind-explodey type.
Girls with attitudes are.. er.. interesting, if anything. The ones that bitch-slap you for bumping into them and the whatnot. They would be interesting one and alone, and then there are so many of them, that they become this collective evil that are so.. yeah. I'm probably just saying this because I'm this wimpy little pushover. The real annoying "eager to please" type. Yeah, I know it's horrible, but I totally can't help it. Goodness.
"Seeing is believing" has become another form of bullplop. Skeptics require more proof than that, they need evidence, a lot more than just sight. Optical illusions have toyed with us all. Now, if there's a phrase for believing things that appeal to ALL FIVE SENSES, that would be something. Does anything even do that, by the way? Oh oh, maybe if you're petting a screaming skunk while it's emitting skunk gas. I'M SO CLEVER! =D
Today's lesson: Running away doesn't make the issue disappear. You have to face it eventually. You might as well make it now.
i left through the back door, and i threw away the key
Bye for now.
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