We don't use all our christmas tree lights because we quit using real trees in 2001 because we were in South Dakota and if you have never been there, let me tell ya, there ain't nothing there. And when we got the fake one my mom got all into fire safety and shit. We got rid of all our old awesome, bright colored lights and bought all white ones -_-. We had these ones that kind of looked like bongs and they would get hot and then bubble up the spout. We called them bubblers. And we had the non approved, outdoor use only in temperatures under 20 degrees C6 bulbs all different colors. Our tree was the prettiest girl at the party. Now our trees are fake and then our first tree got pretty janky so we bought a new one. The new one has lights pre-strung and we still add lights but now we have like 8 extra strands. So I stole a strand and hung them in my room, around my bookcase. I like it, but I want to get some colored lights to go around my headboard. I think that will even things out.
Oh I did find these two old lightbulbs in my bathroom. One was green and one was blue (I suppose they still are). I put them in my ceiling fan and took out the other two and when it gets dark those are going on. I remembered them from when my brother, Seth, used to share that jack and jill bathroom with me. Which they are moving back in. By they I mean Seth and Gary, two of my brothers (well Gary isn't really my brother, but I've adopted him). And I might be moving back in as well and me and all my brothers are gonna split rent. It's a pretty big house and we've all done it before. My brother, Ian, has already started the conversion of the basement into his man cave. So this room is mine. It always has been. I don't know what will happen when mom dies and then its just us kids. Well Ian will probably stay in the house unless he goes to Nashville. See we will probably keep it for a while because we wont want to sell it but then it'll get to that point where either one of us has to live in it. We would probably sell it. You can't dwell in the past and this house is only warm to me now because of the people that live in it with me. My family, people that I love. Because home isn't a house, its a place where you are surrounded by those you care about.
So has anyone ever thought that a man that gnaws on the end of his cigar looks a little bit like a dog gnawing on a bone?
I lost one of my earring down the drain and I'm kind of bummed about it. It wasn't like they were one of my nice ones but just a regular ole red stud. At first I spelled that with two D's haha.
I'm starting to see why artists rarely get recognized in their time because when its an art thing you only do it when you get the inspiration. I almost think you have to love the technique as much because to put out a lot of art would be tough. Most people say they want to paint but never finish the first painting.
Song of the day is Panic Switch by Silversun Pickups!!!
Mav
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