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Mon, 01 Aug 2005
Every time I move I do a combination of proactive, helpful things like getting rid of clothes I never wear and time-consuming mini-tasks. Right now I am working on uploading all the CDs I can find into iTunes. This also means listening to a lot of music that I have neglected since, in some cases, 10th grade. It's an interesting walk down memory lane. The first thing I copied was Jethro Tull's Aqualung -- something I know I haven't listened to in years. It reminds me of driving to Minnesota in my friend Ryan's dad's car to go to the renaissance festival. We kept accidently going 95 and having to remind ourselves to slow down. I also remember that Ryan managed to spill gas on himself on the way back and the whole car smelled kinda funny after that.
And then there's the Ani albums, with a whole slew of memories from freshman year at Iowa.
I'm also trying to decide whether I should take a class this fall. Glass blowing and jewelry making sound pretty awesome.
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This is the what it said on the cute little scroll I won from playing the 4 Meter Lamb Toss:
The Sheep Dog
What to do.
Don't Panic. The Sheep Dog can be inserted into some pretty funny
situations. Remember the time Donna dry-mopped the bar with the fattest
pup? She didn't even know it was one for the drunk what she was. Then I
heard her wash it all off the dirt and we all fall down. I'm a clean one
now, hoo boy. But Donna. Donna drunk that pup.
I have no idea what that all means.
Other highlights of the evening included the Unimog ride, which was actually Nick Bauta's WWII truck driven around the bumpiest parts of the Steelyard grounds, and Lewis and Clark, a band from Pennsylvania which cannot be googled.
My contribution to the evening was to mix up Mania's lemonade, which
consisted of:
A whole bunch of mint
9 lemons and 2 squeezy fake lemons
1 pound superfine sugar
A gallon and a half of water
Ice
And a bottle of vodka
I also rescued a cockatiel from the trees around the Woonasquatucket river, but that's a whole different story.