Autumnsong

Okay, this might be kind of short, but I couldn't figure out how to make this topic into a coherent tweet, bare with me.

So, the song, "Autumnsong" by Tom Milsom (an extraordinary genius), I'm listening to it right now. There isn't really a way I can describe what it does to my brain when I hear it, but I'm going to try. Its like, my a wad of horrid-negativeness is being filtered and the only things let through are thoughts of total calmness. I can see trees swaying and leaves falling, and pretend I can smell the crisp autumn air. Its dark and sad, but makes me feel totally content.

I love autumn though, so that might be part of why I love that song so much.

And I love piano music.

I swear, that song should be in a movie.

Tom should compose music for movies.

~grOOvybAndgEEk

Travelers BEWARE

Here's a few things you U.S. travelers might want to know:

In Macomb, Illinois, it's illegal for a car to impersonate a wolf.

In Rumford, Maine, it's against the law to bite your landlord.

An ordinance in San Francisco bans picking up used confetti to throw again.

It's against the law in Atlanta, Georgia, to tie a giraffe to a telephone pole or street lamp.

It's against to law in Chicago to eat in a place that is on fire.

In International Falls, Minnesota, it's against the law for a cat to chase a dog up a telephone pole.

It's illegal to catch fish while on horseback in Washington, D.C.

It's illegal to take a lion to the theater in Maryland.

It's against the law to drive more than 2,000 sheep down Hollywood Boulevard.

Brawley, California, passed a resolution banning snow within the city limits.

in Tennessee, it's illegal to drive a car while you're asleep.

Anyone found underneath a sidewalk in Florida is guilty of disorderly conduct.

It's illegal in New Jersey to slurp your soup.

A Texas law states that when two trains meet at a railroad crossing, each must come to a full stop, and nether shall proceed until the other has gone.

It's illegal in Hartford, Connecticut, to kiss your wide on a Sunday.

It's against the law in Kentucky to remarry the same man four times.

In Marshalltown, Iowa, it's illegal for a horse to eat a fire hydrant.

In Tennessee, it's against the law to shoot game other than whales from a moving car.

It's illegal in Fairbanks, Alaska, for two moose to have sex on city sidewalks.

I was skimming through the book, "Uncle John's Absolutely Absorbing Bathroom Reader" by the Bathroom Readers' Institute. And stumbled across a section called "Looney Laws." I thought they were pretty funny, I don't know if they're still in effect today, but, I suggest you follow them.

~GroovyBandGeek

Being Sick is, Well, Sorta Sick

I'm just going to mostly use this bit of time we have together to complain about my weekend.

I puked yesterday, about 4-5 times. Puking is really not my thing, actually being sick in general is just not my thing. It didn't start officially until like 9 'o clock, right after I jokingly said, "Sorry, if I throw up all over my bedroom floor." To my mom. Seconds, on my way to my room, I took a sharp left and headed to the toilet and hurled. I was all, "Ew," and my ma was all like, "Have a fun, make sure you grab a bucket."

Unfortunately, my bed is really high up, and its sorta hard to aim into a bucket when you're half asleep. I only got a little on the floor...and on my pillowcases... and all over my arm. --If you're wondering how I managed that, I was totally on the edge of unconscious and facing the wall and then BAM! Okay, so that was gross. I couldn't get myself to sleep in my bedroom after that. I felt too contained----- You know what? I think you people don't really wanna know about my puking expedition.

Anyways, I guess, what I really meant to type was... This weekend was a waste of my time.

Well, It Isn't 2010 Anymore

Usually I'm really crazy when it comes to years changing and stuff, but I think I've realized that nothing really changes when its a new year. Only a number. Besides, I thought it was 2011 last year, so I have like, a whole another year of life ahead of me that I didn't even know about.

Audience: What's your New Years resolutions?

Me: Be better.

Audience: At what?

Me: At being me.

Audience: ...

I know, that's lame, but its easy to remember and not very hard to do. Actually I haven't put any effort into it at all. I'm pretty good at being a socially awkward, teenage, crazy, artistic, ditzy, girl. (More adjectives are welcomed.)

I've been thinking lately. Like, a lot, and I don't even remember what I've been thinking about. Its like some gears in my brain have unclogged and I realize how pointless everything is. And by everything, I mean nothing. I hoped that confused you as much as it did me.

Dec. 7th, 2010, Tuesday:

"Ummm... There's a weird squeaky noise thingy happening somewhere in my house. (Pause) I just investigated, turned out to be my light bulb. Probably because its an energy saver, or maybe its a fly shrieking away because its slowly being cooked to death."

That's just a look into the stuff I write in my journal every night before I go to bed. I probably could've found a better excerpt, but I just opened to Dec. 7th. So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed my inner most thoughts.

~GroovyBandGeek