Musick again
  So yesterday i got my friend to loan me her bass.  So now I'm going to learn to play bass?  I guess.  And then supposedly my roommates and I are going to start a 'band'.  And then we are going to make 'music'.  We'll see.  I was at Mad Dog Cycles(sounds like a biker gang but it's really a bicycle as in pedaling shop) and I ran into Elaine from Another Statistic.  I went to a show that they were playing at last Saturday and the guy who played after them was really thoroughly awful.  Painful even.  Anyways, we got to talking about that and then that led to talk about the local music scene and about how there are lots and lots of bands in Provo.  And about how most of them aren't very good at all.  And then I got to thinking.  And the other day I was talking to Red(the owner of Vermillion Skies) about Details of Speech and how their keyboardist is going to Tennessee and she was like- 'So are they going to find another keyboardist?  In Provo you can find whatever you want real easy.'  It made me feel kind of sad that being musical is so ordinary here.  I'm not musical- so it's not like it makes me feel ordinary.  It just makes me reluctant to be awesome and learn how to play an instrument.   Anyways.I was just telling a story and I was like 'Have you seen that one movie- wait, it's not a movie'. I somehow managed to place a conversation that I had a couple months ago into the movies category. That's sad to me.
 All American Rejects is coming out with a new album! Isn't that awesome news?  Their first album feels like fall.  As in the season.  Remember how I categorize albums by seasons?  Well All American Rejects falls into the fall category slash the airport category.  I don't know- it reminds me of being in an airport(probably because I listened to it in the airport...)




    
    

 
    
    


 Two bands with names that aren't words and start with the letter 'M' both have albums called Destination ______.  Wiewd.
    
    
 I went to Alta today.  And I put sunscreen on I swear.  I guess it just sucked or something.  Yeah.  And then I had some food at the ward closing social. And then I thought of something to put in here other than a picture of myself being violated by the sun.
Is it wrong of me to automatically associate Funyuns with getting high?  I've never gotten high- I've only eaten funyuns. 
 And eating funyuns really has very little to do with getting high.  Or it might- having never gotten high I don't know if it's some sort of a rite of passage after you've toked up.  Mostly I just think that Jim Brewer is pretty funny when he says 'and some funyuns, yeah'.  Anyways.  That was probably a wicked wierd post but I ate some funyuns and I was reminded of Half Baked so I thought I'd let y'all in on that little tidbit of information slash it's not information it's a vagary.



 
    
    


  I went to Pita Pit tonight cause John wanted to pick up on the girl that works there. But then she kissed some guy while we were there.  So that plan apparently wasn't a very good one.  Then we went to Hollywood Video.  It's sad that I go there enough that the girl who works there knows me by name and I'm pretty sure she memorized my phone number because she used to ask for it(to get my account info or something) and now she doesn't ask for it.  And now it's one in the morning and we just finished watching Maria Full of Grace (the best part was the Julieta Venegas song that played during the credits). That's sad that my favorite part of the movie was the song at the end.  I guess I liked the cinematography.  I guess the point is that I was dissapointed with the movie.











 






