Dancing is fun.
That is something I never thought I'd say, but look there, I said it. Brandon and Vicky got married yesterday, that rules for them. I think they're in Arizona or something now. Their reception was a blast-and-a-half. I never thought I'd ever enjoy dancing at all, but when German Steve came and threw me on the ground, I figured I'd give it a shot, and I ended up enjoying myself. I should give more things shots, I might enjoy them. Anyway, moving on.
Right now all I want to do is write songs, record something, and play a rock show. I don't know if there are going to be any more Rock Services until next fall. I should find that out. If there aren't I might just have services every Sunday anyway. Whether it's just me, or my rocking fellows, or even if I'm the only one in the building I think I should do it. What do you think? Let me know if you ever talk to me again. Anyway, moving on again.
Something I've come to realize is that girls have a very apocalyptic view on things. Seems like they live every day as if it were their last. I mean every time they part company, there's this massive hug fest! It's like "I'll see you in a few hours! *HUG* Bye! *CRY* The world might end between now and then, so I better hug you again! *HUG*". Ok, now that I've offended half of the human race, I think I'll go to bed.