Virtual Paper

"Claire, why did you switch blogs when you had a perfectly good one at Xanga?"

"Why, because, this one is better and I needed a change of scenery. That's why. Does that answer your question?"

"Why yes, yes it does. Thank you."

"You're welcome."


Now that we've got that covered, welcome to my new and improved (Hey look! I can use italics on this blog!) blog.

I stole this blog from my dear cousin Mat. (No, that's not a typo, Mat spells his name with one "t.") Naturally, I didn't steal the entire contents of this blog from Mat, merely the site that runs my blog. (Am I using the right blogological terminology? I don't know the technicalities.) Anyway, the contents of this blog are clearly different from anyone else's... after all, I wrote it myself.

I'm really excited. The Great Fall is doing very well, considering we've only been a band for a matter of weeks or months or so. Got a show lined up already on THURSDAY, JANUARY 13, 2005 AT MR. SMALL'S THEATER. Eight bucks a ticket, you can't go wrong! Please... pretty please, anyone who's reading this please come and see my show.

Okay, cheap plug is now done.

One thing I like about this new blog thingy is that ya'll can leave comments, even if you're not a member of this blogger.com community. (At least, that's what I understand. I'm not entirely sure about everything yet, I'm still sorta wandering around in virual circles, knocking on virtual doors and shouting virtual, "hello?"s while trying to familiarize myself with these new blogtastic surroundings.)

I was in a very deep mood earlier... I was thinking about all the things that have been going on in my life as of late, and how much people learn on a daily basis, just from existing and all that wonderful stuff. I had planned to write all about it, but all of a sudden I'm feeling much more lighthearted, and I kinda just feel like running around wearing a funny hat instead.

There will be plenty of times in the future in which I can be deep.
Perhaps the reason for my lack of depth tonight stems from the fact that I just put on my oh-so-hot and oh-so-clashing pajamas. The bottoms are pink and white large print gingham with little black cats all over them, and words that read, "The cat's pajama's." Unfortunately, they should read "The cat's pajamas" (with no apostrophe between the "a" and "s" in pajamas, but clearly these pajama pants were made in Xang lao [Yes, I think I did invent that place] by eight-year-old non-English speaking waifs.) Anywho, my pajamatical outfit is made complete by my neon orange t-shirt with green alien heads on it.

Brilliant!
(Imbibe sunscreen here)

I have a bruise on my back. This is from leaping through bushes with Sarah and Jason on Saturday night (4:00 am to be more precise) on our way to purchase emergency pizza. Good times.

I don't have to go to work tomorrow! Unfortunately, I do still have to get up early to drop off my car to be inspected and to chauffer my mother around at various appointments. Long story.

I think that's about it.

Scram!

Just kiddin'.