Sandy morning after...

Hey there folks, I am excited about everyone that is viewing my stuffs on here… I like the word stuffs, because it makes me think of socks… think about it. Anyone here like the beach? Yeah me too, so long as it is only me and a small amount of people there. I am not what someone would call sexy so I am a little hesitant to take off my shirt in public. But I went to the beach with two of my friends yesterday and it was good stuff, even though our beach is on a lake that smells like scum and mud. It was fun mainly because we were the only ones there. That might be because the water was about 60 degrees Fahrenheit, aka freezing balls. Oh, that is about 15 degrees Celsius to the rest of the world because America is weird like that, back to what I was saying… while we were there we froze our extremities off in the water, especially Ethan who is about 120 pounds, and we also buried ourselves in the sand and had to try to explode out of it. I am pretty sure I almost broke my ankle in the process, but I got it done… because I am a winner. We dug a big hole in the wet sand and then sat in the hole sitting cross legged and then we were buried up to the neck in more wet sand. The sand got in... rather unsavory places. It proved to be quite difficult to power out of that tight spot. That whole idea started with Matthew suggesting that we mold our ideal women in the sand, and he just dug a huge hole… I thought it was funny.  We stayed at the beach until about 8:00 PM and then we decided that we should leave because it was getting dark. So while we were sitting outside the car drying off we noticed that a car was parked at the other end of the parking lot and had been sitting there a while and the guy was just looking around. We thought it was weird so Matt wanted to make the guy think that we were going to fight; so we go in fighting stances and Matt threw a punch and I twisted my body and instantly fell on the asphalt. (It was on accident but it looked pretty good) Afterwards we turned on some loud rave music, hung out the car, and “fist pumped” the guy and then drove off. I would call that a successful outing.

Other than all of that, I am looking forward to my upcoming show this weekend. It should be a lot of fun but I am nervous about it… I just know I am going to mess up and yell fuck into the microphone… that is a granted but I hope people can get past it and enjoy the music. My old music instructor asked my brother where is was and while I would appreciate the support I don’t want him to hear what we will be playing. It is all easy stuff and there is some of it that I don’t even like because of its laziness. I just hope that everyone that is listening to the show is understanding that we still kind of suck and don’t want to hear their criticism… we know okay… well that is all for now talk to you later…

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