Pacifier pacifies. Yeah, it pacifies!
Oh man, did I say that the At The Drive-In album I got was phenomenal? Let me tell you, it’s so much more than that! You need like every positive synonym in the Oxford-dictionary to describe Relationship Of Command! It’s good, sweet, rockin’, pukka, and it sounds frickin’ pugnacious… OK, those last two I just found randomly in the Oxford-dictionary currently residing in my lap, but that doesn’t make them any less pulmonary… What…? They do affect the lungs. Jeez, you guys are such pugilists.
Ok, I’ll stop that now.
But I won’t stop recommending At The Drive-In. Why it took Relationship Of Command five years to get into my record-collection is beyond me, but now that I have it I’m oh-so-happy.
It still gives me goosebumps after X listens. So I’ll tell you once again:
BEWARE! BEWARE! – This album will frighten you with its goodness.
Anyway, my school had its annual outdoors-type-ski-day today. I fell four times. One time I was standing still in a hill(check mah lyrics) when I fell sideways into the snow. And believe me; falling four times in one ski-day is certainly below par for me.
It was perhaps the first time in say, 2-3 years I skied and it was quite fun. Apart from the falling… and the pain.
Argh! I’m out of electricity on my cell-phone, and I think I’ve left my charger back home in Korgen so I won’t be able to use the phone until Friday. Fiddlesticks!
I’m too aggravated to continue now.
Nice going, Stan!
Toodelz.
