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I've given another email assignment. Check the bottom of this entry for details. Hey, I know it's long and you just might want to skip the real content. While you are at it sign my new book. I've been messing around with this 4 track all night, trying to perfect some acoustic geetars and some vocal tracks. I don't know if it's getting better or if I'm getting pickier. I'm sure my family has grown very tired of hearing the line "You listen to Tori and freaky jazz." over and over as I try to deconstruct the subtleties of the harmony. That's it, I'm turning this thing off and I'm wrapping presents. I am powerless to the excellence of this Stevie Wonder song. "I Believe (when I fall in love with you it will be Forever)". I makes me want to shout and holler praise! haha. In all seriousness, it really does bring me up to about a level 25. I gain 42 mood points when it comes on. A friend and I were talking about our sadness at turning 20. He's already gone through it, I'm bracing for impact. So to commemorate his turning 20 (I've got a few months still) I'm going to list my top however many list of time machine memories (meaning memories I would fly back in a time machine to go through again). October of 96' show in Greenville, ie. the first good show I ever played in a band. The first time I ever saw Braid. In Memphis, it took me two songs to know that this was exactly what I had been wanting to hear for a long time. The last time I ever saw Braid. It was just some rock. That kiss in the snow. Anytime that I ever thought I was in love. They are kind of all similar. The first thirty minutes of sleeping on that island-beach in Florida. The moon was so bright I had to pull my covers over my head. Playing Shankfest in Chattanooga. Hey that was only a few months ago. At the best shows, I don't realize what I am doing. I only feel it. New Years eve 3(?) years ago, when Katie and I were locked in her grandparents house in West Palm Beach, FL. I was naseated beyond explanation and I spent 3 or so hours pacing the floor wishing only to throw up. Katie made nasty canned spaghetti and the smell made me more naseous. We watched ER and Spanish TV. We made a sign that said "Party like it's 1999" and we planned to take our picture with it when it turned 12, but we got so bored and sleepy that we took it at 11 and went to bed. A large booming sound woke me up, and we went outside to find the Palm Tree in the front yard on fire. I looked at my watch and it was 12 am en punto. Why this was fun I have no idea, but it was. I would probably want to relive the craziness at that Taco Bell in Eastwood, AL just so I could hear the drive through lady call me a "cracker M*F*er" again. I guess you could throw in some sort of non-descript old loving family memory in there. I don't have any particular one in mind, just make it a good one. Also, the time God and I played in the rain was fun. On a side note, I'd be a little scared to actually go back in a time machine to relive these memories. I'd be scared I'd mess them up. Something would go wrong. Only possibility under which I would do it is if my actions were set on autopilot so I didn't have to worry about tripping over my own feet and making bad jokes. end side note. Your mission this week is to send me a list of your time machine memories. Yes, I really do want to hear them. As if this entry wasn't long enough, here's your little form letter: "Dear Ginger, | ||