This is a young man and his blog. It was created in order to express my thoughts and share my life with people without exceeding the character limit of a Facebook status.
Tuesday, July 6
Black Blogs / Bad Vibrations.
So, they didn't take my youtube video off for having that piano ditty. They just advertised the song under my video. Which is good. I ended up sticking a bunch of firecrackers in the heads of these little stuffed kangaroos i got at the Dogwood Fair and setting their faces on fire. It was fun, and they are basically okay. They just have big ashy holes in their heads. I put three in at once at one point, which left my right ear ringing, so i'm never trying that again. But i had never set those off before, and now i get the hype. Haha. Saira's in the process of moving now. She's got a nice, old house in a nature-type area with a creek. They have a creepy springhouse, a creepy smokehouse, and a barn. It's nice from the outside, but i haven't seen the inside, but apparently it's really nice. She says me coming over will be less of a hassle once she moves in, and we'll have more places to hang out, other than just her living room couch. Her current room in her small apartment above Ott's Garage is overflowing with junk from previous ages. But her new room is huge and clear. So, that's good news. I'm happy for them. She'll be working this week, in the Outer Banks next week, and coming back to a new house the next week. And about two weeks after that, i'll be chillin' with ARCADE FIRE! Not that it's more important than Saira's life or anything. Today, she is sorting toys and junk she doesn't want. Man, if i could be helping her right now. I love organizing like that. My ear is ringing, i just blew up four firecrackers. I set off two in a Nectarine and basically blew it open. I also set off one in a Kangaroo's head. One was just left on the ground, unblown-up. That one hurt my ears. It's humid, that's why the gas lighter thing won't work well. Well, that's my theory. I have a full pack left for my brother, whom is lost somewhere in Pennsylvania at the moment. He won't pick up his cell phone.
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