Light as a Feather. Stiff as a Board.

Alright. Well it hasn't even been 12 hours since my last post. But I usually have enough things going on in my head where I could bang out another one of these. No problem. I did come to the conclusion that I'll continue writing at night. But I also decided that if I'm out late, and am too tired to write up some hilarious stories or rants, I'll just write the entry after I wake up. Duh! Anyway, it would be silly to stay up trying to write this thing when I'm falling asleep at the keyboard. That shit's dangerous. And it would be even more silly to stop hanging out with friends just so I could go home and blog. In fact, that would probably be the dumbest thing ever. I haven't really done too much since my last entry. I was going to go out with my mother to visit my grandmother in the hospital. There's nothing wrong with her. She just recently had a knee replaced, and is recovering from that. But my mom took one step outside, realized how slippery the deck is, and said she didn't want to drive in that mess. So we stayed home. No biggie.

So you know how I was really hungry before, because of Kate's cupcake escapades? Well I stayed hungry and jealous all the way until dinner time. But then I had quite a great dinner. I had some chicken burritos covered in enchilada sauce and cheese, fajita rice, and refried beans. I was in heaven. Mexican is probably one of my favorite kinds of food to eat. And by probably, I mean definitely. Hell, I even love Taco Bell. That Volcano Burrito of theirs is the tops. Of course, that's only if you sub the beef for beans. The beef at Taco Bell just doesn't sit right with me. Not that I even eat beef anymore, but I've had some bad experiences with Taco Bell beef in the past. In fact, once I had the bright idea of getting loaded up on Taco Bell right before I had to play a set once. So the whole set I feel like shit, and right after, I left the show, raced to Christian's house, and made great use of his facilities. I would never have used the bathrooms at the Empress Ballroom. Hmm... Maybe not one of the best stories I've ever told. I remember the band before us on that show played a lot of Rancid covers. Ahh... To be young. But I'm getting off topic. I love Mexican food, including Taco Bell. But I'd never call Taco Bell my favorite Mexican place. Not by a long shot! I'm not even sure I would ever call Taco Bell a Mexican place. But Kate LOVES Taco Bell. It's her all time favorite place to get Mexican-style food. And that really weirds me out. I tried to put up an argument, and provide lots of examples of better Mexican places, but then it hit me. My list of Mexican restaurants I've been to is very limited. Hell, I've never even been to Panchos & Gringos, and everyone around the area has been there. I think the only Mexican restaurants I've ever been to were El Mariachi in New Milford/Brookfield and Tortilla Flats that used to be by my house. I don't even think I remember liking Tortilla Flats too much. So I couldn't put up a good argument. But even Desert Moon Cafe or Chipotle is better than Taco Bell! This isn't to say I haven't had great Mexican food before, though. The best burrito I've ever had was made by my Uncle Mike. It was a chicken burrito and I don't know how he made it, but I've never been that in love with something I put in my mouth before. (Make your jokes.) The second best burrito I've ever had was at Christian's house. These burritos were phenomenal. And the secret to those being so great was the fact that they were in homemade tortillas. It honestly makes all the difference in the world. All this talk of Mexican food is reminding me that I owe Kate a Taco Bell date. I hadn't gone with her to Taco Bell all summer, and she is heartbroken over it. So I'll definitely need to feed her some Taco Bell next time she comes home.

Wow! It's still kind of early. I might get to bed before four in the morning tonight. That'll be great! I've got one of my two days of school tomorrow. A nice little World Music action. We moved onto India recently, and these guys have some great percussionists. We were watching this video of a man banging his hands on a pot for 8 minutes, and I honestly could not think of anything I rather would have been doing with my time. It was insane, for sure. I'm almost positive you have to be somewhat of a music geek to want to watch a man bang a pot for 8 minutes, but I was totally into it. Also, looking back up at the beginning of this paragraph, "A nice little World Music Action." is not a sentence. It's probably the dumbest thing I've ever written, grammar-wise. Oh well. I could go back and just edit it, but I'd rather just call myself out on my blog for everyone to see. Who's the dummy? That'd be me. Laugh it up. Well if I keep going on like this, I definitely won't be getting to bed early, so I'm going to cut you all off here. But before bed, I'm going to get myself psyched up on Where the Wild Things Are trailers. I should definitely go out and see that this weekend. Look forward to my update on that. See you tomorrow, punks!