Jazz Festival and Shopping and Summer and All Sorts of Things and Such

The SURVEY still stands if anyone else wants to make me feel loved, lol . . . nothing like an ego boost ^_^ I'll fill it out for you, too, if you post it . . .

The Jazz Festival yesterday was nice. Jamien and I found each other and wandered around for the 5 hours our tickets allowed, listening at each stage at least once, I think, and covering a pretty broad range of music. It's really a nice variety, the Jazz Festival . . . and I was surprised at how much I knew, a lot of big band (one song was about my mom's hometown-- "Big Noise From Winnetka"-- I thought I had misheard it but it turned out I was right!). It was swelteringly hot, but a church gave out free water and there were tents and some indoor shows, and there was one brief downpour (actually quite torrential) that cooled everything off for a little bit, too, lol . . . Jamien and I exchanged CDs; I made him a classical one and he gave me more CDs from his radio show which I can never get to work )-: Tell me what you think of it, oddwhiteguy !

Today I went shopping with Mom and Tory and got some shoes; I am now a real woman because I have more than three pairs, lol . . . I also got some shorts and a shirt that says "I *pictures of sumo wrestler in the shape of a heart* Tokyo" (Tory did, too, but she's never BEEN to Tokyo . . . I'm the only one in my family who has, lol . . . ). Tory and I bought The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack (so, now, Jessica, you don't have to break piracy code and make CDs that turn into flying diskettes of doom from the CD player to burn it for me, lol . . . ), but I paid for it, so it's really mine, lol . . . I also got my bedsheets and comforters and such for school, but it turned out they had the twins in the twins extra-long pile and we picked up the wrong ones, so we have to go back and return it . . . *sigh* . . . which means I'll probably be doing it tomorrow, in my un-airconditioned car, using up my very little gas money, lol . . . I have been to to cash station SO often in the past few months, lol . . .

It apparently stormed pretty badly in some places near here. Constantine got a tornado, I heard.

We bought some sushi, and then came back up to the lake. We ate it, and some homemade ice cream Dad had been working on all day. Dad also barbecued some hamburgers-- just a few-- because he had been looking forward to doing it all day, lol . . . It was really very nice; a very summery, nice day, albeit a bit hazy, and scary at times, what with the random thunder and all . . .

The storms this year are still being so unsatisfying.

My Transcendentalist tree theory of loss (from my Transcendentalist folder in 11th grade) yet again proves true. Like a tree suddenly exposed to a clearing that was once the place of a tree now fallen, I am basked in the garish light of another's loss, though less so than those directly beside, guilt more than true grief. Hugs out to Jessica's friend Phil and his family, who just lost a son . . . and hugs to everybody who knew him . . .

I'm beginning to think this town really is blighted. *Sigh.*

Jazz Festival and Shopping and Summer and All Sorts of Things and Such

The SURVEY still stands if anyone else wants to make me feel loved, lol . . . nothing like an ego boost ^_^ I'll fill it out for you, too, if you post it . . .

The Jazz Festival yesterday was nice. Jamien and I found each other and wandered around for the 5 hours our tickets allowed, listening at each stage at least once, I think, and covering a pretty broad range of music. It's really a nice variety, the Jazz Festival . . . and I was surprised at how much I knew, a lot of big band (one song was about my mom's hometown-- "Big Noise From Winnetka"-- I thought I had misheard it but it turned out I was right!). It was swelteringly hot, but a church gave out free water and there were tents and some indoor shows, and there was one brief downpour (actually quite torrential) that cooled everything off for a little bit, too, lol . . . Jamien and I exchanged CDs; I made him a classical one and he gave me more CDs from his radio show which I can never get to work )-: Tell me what you think of it, oddwhiteguy !

Today I went shopping with Mom and Tory and got some shoes; I am now a real woman because I have more than three pairs, lol . . . I also got some shorts and a shirt that says "I *pictures of sumo wrestler in the shape of a heart* Tokyo" (Tory did, too, but she's never BEEN to Tokyo . . . I'm the only one in my family who has, lol . . . ). Tory and I bought The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack (so, now, Jessica, you don't have to break piracy code and make CDs that turn into flying diskettes of doom from the CD player to burn it for me, lol . . . ), but I paid for it, so it's really mine, lol . . . I also got my bedsheets and comforters and such for school, but it turned out they had the twins in the twins extra-long pile and we picked up the wrong ones, so we have to go back and return it . . . *sigh* . . . which means I'll probably be doing it tomorrow, in my un-airconditioned car, using up my very little gas money, lol . . . I have been to to cash station SO often in the past few months, lol . . .

It apparently stormed pretty badly in some places near here. Constantine got a tornado, I heard.

We bought some sushi, and then came back up to the lake. We ate it, and some homemade ice cream Dad had been working on all day. Dad also barbecued some hamburgers-- just a few-- because he had been looking forward to doing it all day, lol . . . It was really very nice; a very summery, nice day, albeit a bit hazy, and scary at times, what with the random thunder and all . . .

The storms this year are still being so unsatisfying.

My Transcendentalist tree theory of loss (from my Transcendentalist folder in 11th grade) yet again proves true. Like a tree suddenly exposed to a clearing that was once the place of a tree now fallen, I am basked in the garish light of another's loss, though less so than those directly beside, guilt more than true grief. Hugs out to Jessica's friend Phil and his family, who just lost a son . . . and hugs to everybody who knew him . . .

I'm beginning to think this town really is blighted. *Sigh.*