Last Friday I volunteered to help at a concert at a good friend's church. Stepping onto the grounds I expected myself to burst into flames, but I was disappointed by the lack of wrath towards me. Maybe being a deiest isn't so bad.



Anyways, after the initial setup, I pretty much got to be a bouncer. Checking people for tickets (Well, stamps cause they were too cheap to go for tickets). Didn't get to rough anyone up but thats ok.

I got to meet an old friend from middle school. It's weird to see someone who looked so childish mature like that. He's a good guy, even though I came *THIS* close to punching the bastard in the face (Long story)


Now where the title of the journal will almost make sense. On the ride back (At like 11:30 at night) Katie and I were singing along to a few diffrent songs. "War, what is it good for? Absolutly nothing!" and I've realized that it's the easiest to feel close to someone with music. The last time I have ever spent time singing with other people was a night of extreme bordom with two friends of mine. We were singing some songs by Tenacious D (Wonderboy, Fuck her Gently, Tribute) and it seems to form bonds. Maybe humans are connected by music.


I also learned something else from that ride home. I know about all the lyrics to 'Keep it Gay' from the Producer's soundtrack. I am not sure if thats a good or bad thing. All I know is that Katie was cracking up.


Had to write t his all somewhere, sorry for boring you people with this stuff. I'll make up for it by putting up a piece or two tomarrow. Or today, depending on how this goes.




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