Blogs From Italy.

"Postcards From Italy" by Beirut is an awesome song. My brother saw a band called Ok Go in concert on Monday. I never liked their music, but they are some creative fellows. My brother showed me videos of them doing some amazing things on stage. They had jackets with bright white lights on the back that spelled OK GO when they stood together. They also had fuzzy white guitars that were outlined with neon colors and shot lasers out of the end. They also performed one song with just their vocals and this table of bells. And apparently my brother made the whole crowd laugh by yelling "JOIN US!" when the singer began joking about how filthy the Philadelphian people are. Their creativity inspired me and my brother. He came home last night, primarily to hang out with his buddies in Phoenixville late at night, after giving me a vicious beating for eating all of his Acme brownies. I guess Acme fell down, because he sure did smack me. Saira straightened my yesterday, against my will. I was given the chance to go to a Phillies game yesterday with Nicholas, but i didn't. If i did, Saira would've had to leave my house at 6:00. She begged and begged for me not to go so she could stay until around 9:00. Nick called me up around 5:00, telling me his dad invited someone else to receive the extra ticket. I was happy and disappointed. Happy, because i wouldn't have to make a decision. Disappointed, because it would've been fun. But i sortof milked Saira's begging for monetary gain. I told her i was still going and she would have to say really nice things about me for me not to go. She did say some nice things. Then i told her i wasn't going. Oh, what a reaction. She was smiling with, i guess, happiness and embarrassment. I just mowed the front lawn for the first time on my own. It was easy, and i just blasted my iPod over the lawnmower's high pitched growl. I did a sloppy job, though. I have to finish a huge project today that is due tomorrow. I guess i didn't fully understand the YEAR-LONG concept of the darn thing.