VACATION.
WEDNESDAY.
:O.
So, tommarow is Tuesday.
(I know right, I didn't see it coming either.)
And Tuesday is the day before Wednesday.
(Like, where are all these surprises coming from?)
So tommarow, Tuesday, the day before Wednesday, the day my vacation starts, is the last day for you guys to talk to me for possibly another 24 hours.
Chances of the train having wireless is 50-50, we just don't know if it will.
But if it does, expect many pictures and stories.
If it doesn't, expect less pictures and stories, since I'll have to wait till I get to hotels.
Soooooo, I'm not sure about where all we're going on this trip, but I do know how long I'll be gone.
Expect me back on the 20th of June.
Ummm... What else to say...?
OHOHOHOH!
I got a digital camera, although my mom has confiscated it claiming it's "The Family Camera" which is kinda retarted since she has a digital camera and a video camera of her own.
<:/
I tested it out, and I got some pictures of me detailed after the lyrics at the end of this jorunal entry.
Oh, aaaaaaand, I'll also post my travel entries on MySpace.
I would also post them on Facebook, buuuuuut, it doesn't have a good medium to do it on.
Or does it?
Anyways, Gaia and Myspace are the two I use most.
Don't expect me on AIM(*caugh*Liz*caugh*Kristen*) by the way.
M'kay, I guess that's it.
I'll be sure to get Seattle pictures, Liz.
:]
LYRICS N' PICTURES:
DEATH OF A MARTIAN
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for clara's bare feet
The love of a martian
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know how to say
Losin' what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know what to say
Look at what I lost today
And these are the things that I
Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
This martain ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a martian
Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
(She's got sword in case
Tho this is not her lord incase
The one who can't afford to face
Her image is restored to grace.
Disappeared.
No trace.
Musky tears.
Suitcase.
The down turn brave
Little burncub bearcareless turnip snare
Rampages pitch color pages...
Down and out but not in Vegas.
Disembarks and disengages.
No loft.
Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude
For the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
To dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink its.
It's for you.
Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck
Muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show.
It's a beehive barrel race.
A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her.
Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost.
The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries.
Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket.
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who's bouquet set a course for bloom without decay.
Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles... away...)
