Oxymoron, Pip. *tut-tuts and points to the last post on the last page*

*wants to see Alyosha’s lyrics*

Goodness! I’d pay (have paid) that much to see the Newsboys but I’m not about to pay that much to see/hear a bunch of ametures! Thank goodness licenses and passes don’t cost that much…

Let’s see if I can remember this poem…

“Remember the city, the city remember,

The one that lies under the ground.

The city, the city, always remember

That’s where treasure will be found.” — Jeanne DuPrau

Ten.

Of course, Jordan, I suppose it is hard to zone if you don’t really want to.

–Go crosseyed so you may view two things at once, (like the computer screen and a book).

–Don’t stare at the sun.

I read The Infastructure Known as the Female Mind according to Relient K today. I found it highly entertaining but my sibling only smirked at best when I read passages aloud… *sigh*

I play the kazoo.

No, I don’t, haven’t touched one in ages.

I can make the standard didgeridoo sound with effort and will sometimes walk around doing so but I’m not really interested in playing it. Leave that to the Australians…

I can play maybe five really simple pieces on the piano but I’m generally lost when faced with anything music related.

My dad says I should get into the musical industry (because he hears me singing to myself) but that’s shameful, biased flattery. I would like to learn to play the guitar though, or rather I’d like to be good at it and skip the learning process altogether because the idea of teachers scares me very much.

Mother Goose.