So, how goes it? Things have been pretty interesting here, I've been everywhere but home. Thursday, I hung out with Sammie, Glenn, Kate, Paul, Jake, Ellen, and Zoo at Kate's house. Turns out, you CAN play twister with seven people. I stayed out of it, not much of a team kind of person. I've always been like that, hating sports that involved contact. Even as a kid, I always wondered what drove people to run in a cluster of sweaty, smelly people just to gain acess to a ball. I love concerts, but that's different. It isn't competitive. In gym class, I once got whacked over the head with a hockey stick for not "defending my goal." Competitive girls can be so evil when it comes to points. I remember simply standing up and saying, "Really, this little piece of plastic means THAT much to you?"

I could've thrown it at her face, but I didn't. I generally try to be a nice person when it comes to anger.

I should've, though.

In other news, started a band, (tenatively called Willful Ignorance- Thanks Mr. Weisenhann.) and it's interesting. We had our first rehearsal yesterday as a full band; I had been playing with the drummer for a few weeks. Our new guitarist is amazing, he can play anything by Joe Satriani, Dream Theatre, Bozzio Levin Stevens...all the pros. But he listens to punk, which strikes me as odd. Punk usually involves three chord guitar parts and machine gun drumming- why would a virtuoso consider playing it? I'm glad, though. Punk/rock/alternative are genres that I love, so I'm sure we'll find something we can cover.

In even better news, I still haven't gotton my summer reading done. In fact, I haven't even gotten the book yet. Am I amazing or what?