I have nothing to say. Except... Denver! YAY!

Here is what I think about the Denver trip:

At The Zoo- Simon and Garfunkel
Someone told me
It's all happening at the zoo.

I do believe it,
I do believe it's true.

It's a light and tumble journey
From the East Side to the park;
Just a fine and fancy ramble
To the zoo.

But you can take the crosstown bus
If it's raining or it's cold,
And the animals will love it
If you do.

Somethin' tells me
It's all happening at the zoo.

The monkeys stand for honesty,
Giraffes are insincere,
And the elephants are kindly but
They're dumb.
Orangutans are skeptical
Of changes in their cages,
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum.

Zebras are reactionaries,
Antelopes are missionaries,
Pigeons plot in secrecy,
And hamsters turn on frequently.
What a gas! You gotta come and see
At the zoo.

Aww, Adam! So sweet.

Ok, so... The g-parents are coming in tomorrow, and all of you have to meet them, because they are the most wonderous of g-parents. You guys will love them. And I think they will like Chris. I have high hopes. I don't know why I care so much that they like him, but I am so anxious for them to meet him. Hmm....

More lyrics.... This is a song from the '90s by Eve6 called Inside Out:

"I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside,
swallow my doubt
turn it inside out
find nothing but faith in nothing
want to put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
rendezvous, then I'm through with you

I burn burn like a wicker cabinet
chalk white and oh so frail
I see our time has gotten stale,
the tick tock of the clock is painful
all sane and logical
I want to tear it off the wall
I hear words in clips and phrases
I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside,
I would swallow my doubt
turn it inside out
find nothing but faith in nothing
want to put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
rendezvous, then I'm through with you

SoCal is where my mind states,
but it's not my state of mind
I'm not as ugly, sad as you
Or am I origami?
folded up and just pretend,
demented as the motives in your head

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside,
I would swallow my doubt
turn it inside out
find nothing but faith in nothing
want to put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
rendezvous, then I'm through with you

I alone am the one you don't know you need
take heed, feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close
sink when you get close, tie me to the bedpost

I alone am the one you don't know you need
you don't know you need me.
make me blind when your eyes close, tie me to the bed post

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside,
swallow my doubt
turn it inside out
find nothing but faith in nothing
want to put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
rendezvous, then I'm through,
now I'm through with you

through with you

rendezvous then I'm through with you..."

It has no actual meaning to me, but I like the song. Eh, memories.

First of all:

Adam R. and Julius, I am very sorry for snapping at you guys tonight. I was a little unstable at that moment.

Anyway, paintball was AWESOME! I love ref-ing, because I get to watch and know the missions (and do kool accents in character), but I don't have to pay or get shot. Actually, I am a little disappointed that I didn't get shot. Oh well. There's always the next scenario....

Here's a song for you, J. Hope you like it (and I know you'll get it).

Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defences . . .
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . .
Close your eyes
and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit
start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before . . .
Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you . . .
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of
the music of the night . . .
Let your mind
start a journey through a
strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world
you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you
long to be !
Only then
can you belong
to me . . .
Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night . . .

You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night . .

No, I didn't underline, because that's a secret!