I went to a Taiwanese Moon Festival [?] thing today with my parents and sister. Saw Eric and Daisy Chin there. It was alright. Bees kept trying to pollenate our food, and their persistence was less than admirable. After dinner, I hung out with Eric, throwing ice on hot coals and a football to each other. The first time I threw the football to him [before I ate] was a bit embarrassing, since I threw it both short and to the right of him. But when we threw after dinner I got back my groove back, just like Stella. Throwing footballs made me reminiscent of CTY days, when I first taught myself to throw a football. Don't let this fool you into thinking that I can actually throw a football now. I take a step back and heave it as far as my little arms are capable of heaving. All I can do is hope that I don't kill anyone.
And yes, Andy, I am listening to TAAR. My sister helped me set up this speaker system in my room that I can play my CDs and minidiscs on. I stumbled upon the TAAR CD you burned for me [thanks again!] and I remembered that I liked their songs, so I popped it in and I've been bumpin to their tunes ever since a few days ago. I knew I enjoyed their songs but I just forgot how good they were. What I like about the band and their songs is that they don't all sound the same. They have a lot of different sounds or ... at least bits of sounds. Like the organ in Swing, Swing or the piano in Your Star. The organ. Funny how that could be referring to the gall bladder or whatever. Why is the gall bladder named so? Is it very impudent? *corny joke* ... or, in the words of an AP World Historian, *maizey joke* O, what has become of me?! Okay, I'll stop now.