Another thing that happened, Bridgett and her twin sister Ashley turned 21. That was exciting. Here's a picture of the birthday girl and our friend Chad.
Oh yeah, I forgot that I didn't tell everybody, I no longer have a car. The clutch failed and I figured it wasn't worth fixing it because of the condition of the car.Also, I don't think that it would have been a safe car for the winter, I almost died twice last winter, so I was hoping for a more stable car. Now I am looking for another, and hopefully I can get one next quarter. In the meanwhile I have been using Andrew's car. It has it's own problems, but not nearly as bad as mine and is a very dependable car. I miss my car dearly, and I miss the independence and being able to help people out, but I think I made the right decision. But here is the final moments I got to spend with my car while Hannah and I waited for a ride.
Rest in Peace.
So much more has happened, and I thought of it earlier but now I forget.
This is a new band I started listening to. Andrew really likes them, and I really like their lyric style. I know I say this for every song, but it's one I relate to, and a very good song.
A Sweater Poorly Knit <----- Click Here For Song
By- MeWithoutYou
In a sweater poorly knit, and an unsuspecting smile
Little Moses drifts, downstream in the Nile
A fumbling reply -- an awkward, rigid laugh
I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft
Your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between
sweeter than any wine,
and bitter as mustard greens
Light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickle bread
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead
As you plow some other field and try and forget my name,
see what harvest yields, and, supposing I'd do the same
I planted rows of peas, but by the first week of july
they should have come up to my knees
but they were maybe ankle high
Take the fingers from your flute to weave your colored yarns,
and boil down your fruit to preserves in mason jars
But now books are overdue and the goats are underfed...
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead
You're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence
You made a holy fool of me, and I've thanked you ever since
If she comes circling back, we'll end where we'd begun
Like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one
Or if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken, open seed
If I come without a thing, I come with all I need
No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead
