So one unexpected e-mail from Mr. Hamster, one chit chat with a certain brother, and one Trick Pony album Later...

And most of my anxieties have been replaced with confusion, excitement and good honky tonk brawlin' music.

I know what I expected when I quickly tapped out my monthly email to his highness; nothing. A big fat nothingness. I made it short so as not to exhaust myself, thinking "surely this will be deleted, just like all the rest.." So I cranked out the usual "hi how are you? how's school? bye?" And you know what happened? Lo and behold I opened my mailbox a whole 24 hours later, EXPECTED NOTHING MIND YOU, and up pops a response. Granted it was 3 lines long and all it said was "school is boring and I have (insert ridiculous class that only future presidential advisors take here) bye," but that is 8 full words longer than any single address he's given me since "Hey aren't you in my A! English class?" (Oh wait that's the first thing I said to him...) Go figure. Miss. Salsbury and I figure it's the end of the world, and we have already picked out our jello flavors... (Long story...) Seriously though I wonder what was going through his mind? Don't boys know that they drive us batty doing stupid crap like this?

What's that you say? They do know? OF COURSE THEY KNOW BECAUSE THEY ARE MANIPULATIVE SWINE...

Well, some of them....

'The brothers', however, are doing exceptionally well. I had planned on having them attend my Novemember Birthday Bash, but they have severely dampened my spirits by giving me a less than hopeful "maybe," but thankfully their answer depends solely on whether or not the have a contract at that point in time, which might provide much aggitation to some, but for me, I understand economics well enough to know the importance of accepting jobs. Aside from that minor drawback, I am certain that they like us (me, my roomates, and Miss. Tattoo) just as much as we like them.

As usual, Jason Mraz sums life the universe and everything up just fine:
1000 Things

I'm overjoyed and over loved and feeling lucky Like a little boy who's hiding under covers And looking to discover any way to play the part inside his darkened cave Well the meaning of life it starts at the nightlight Close your eyes and