I’ve added some new links, all have to do with music. Music is beautiful, it’s wonderful, it surrounds you and sends you places. I won’t say more because I can’t think of ways to express what music does without sounding cliche and since you all get the idea by now, savor it.

The list titled Sweet Heavenly Music is very cool music. It’s actually the music I listen to all the time, Godly and good, pure and wholesome, that kind of swell stuff! The second list is composed of local bands around the DC area that I’ve come across while out, and from the few songs that I heard live they sounded pretty good. Someday atleast one of these bands will make it “big” and hopefully they will always remember their humble beginings of singing on streets, at restaurants and bars.

Heavenly Music rocks! So check that out! Also Stem’s new cd is pretttyyy awesomesomesomesome. So download and be glad for great shall be your reward in 3 minutes if you have DSL.

After some instances of the last few months I’ve come to think that I might have psychic abilities or just a very strange insight of the future. I don’t predict things are going to happen a certain way I just comment or suggest that things might happen. I was talking with my father about gas prices and I said that I thought they were going to lower 2 weeks after Katrina but my dad said that they would go up or stay at $3. They went down. Over here it’s like $2.40 pg.

Then a couple of weeks ago I was again talking to my father about one of his old college friends, Tony, and how we hadn’t seen or had contact with him in over 10 years. Then just a few days ago he wrote my dad. Strange. This Sunday we were going to visit my aunt, and somebody asked if we were going to go I said yeah as long as something doesn’t happen like my aunt gets sick or has another appointment. Then this morning my dad says that my aunt has pneumonia so we can’t go. Yet another strange case. There are other things too, it happens all throughout the day. Maybe if I don’t mention anything these things won’t happen? Not that they are bad things, well some of them are like my aunt getting sick, it’s just very disturbing. Now I’m extremely concious of what I say, because I’m scared it might happen in reality. Maybe it’s just murphy’s law with a strange twist?

I think I did some good for the world today, or atleast for a really good friend. In searching through peoples blog lists I found her older brothers blog. She had no idea that he had one. Weird! He’s traveling through europe and right now is in Russia. He’s got a pretty cool thing going. So check his stuff out at http://neilsarchive.blogspot.com/

My name is weird. Really weird, but yet it’s cool. When people ask me my name they always ask me to repeat myself, it gets annoying after a while, but atleast I’m semi-orginal. I’m glad that I’m not a Smith or a Jones or something. No offense to them it’s just that they are way too common.

I get several different reactions to my last name, but most of the time I can tell by the looks at the different people to see which one they will do. I guess they are all sort of pegged into different holes. Some give a cheeky smile, others ask for a repeat, some give comments on what a beautiful name, or some other equally corny comment, some ask are you american? because of the name Veronica and my coloring I suppose and then others will let a small chuckle spew out. I’m used to it now, or I was used to it until I Googled my name to see if my blog would show up, and here are some of the things it came up with. For Veronica Love..heh this was the worst -veronica love sex dolls. Wikipedia, who we should never trust anyways, says that rusty-love is what we call a mans hand gliding over his third leg. I am now offically traumatised. Please someone save me if you will?

Today is the 299th day of the year. Meaning there are 66 days left. Time sure does go by fast. At the start of the year I had 3 goals, 2 of which I have completed the third is still waiting. The two important goals were to get my high school diploma and to get my drivers lisence. Last month I finished school and today I passed my driving test, which means I have 18 months, if I don’t get a moving violation, till I can have my full “real” lisence. Quite a sweet matter.

My third goal was to progress in my pianist abilities, but I’m way to lazy to practice so it has been a stagnate battle. I tried thinking of ways that might perhaps make it appealing to further my studies and the only reason that I could come up with was Chris Martin for Coldplay plays the keyboard and because of them more bands are using the keyboard, but after more intense comtemplation that was a very lame reason. It didn’t have the drive to make me want to learn, so I’m still here eyeing my keyboard waiting for that spark to light.

Now on about my driving test. I passed with the first try. Now I know that is quite normal in soiciety, and it is quite normal here too, it’s just that somewhere in the front of my mind I was scared shitless because I harbored the thought that I might fail, actually I knew for certain in my mind I was going to fail.

We have some friends who’s grandson has a very “good friend” who failed on her first driving test. Somehow she convinced the grandson and he in turned convinced his grandparents that the driving instructors are not only ageist, which we already knew because of how they keep changing the laws for 16-21 year olds, but are also sexists. That’s a big claim, saying that they are bias against young women drivers. I would have agreed except for the fact that out of the 12 workers I saw 7 of them were women. Another reason for this doubt was that I was driving a Ford Windstar, which has this amazing 2 foot duckbill hood that makes it hard to judge the distance in front of you. I would suggest never owning or driving one, they really aren’t worth it.

The unusual thing is that as soon as I sat in the drivers seat I didn’t feel scared anymore. Everything just came natural, the turning of the signals, parrell parking, and three point turn. It was really cool. I didn’t touch the curb once, which was pretty strange because whenever I practiced with my dad I always hit the curb, most of the time I went over the curb though. Heh, oh well.

All that to say is I believe I have debunked the theory of the ageist and sexist driving instructors, I passed my test, and I can now drive alone, except for between the hours of 12pm-5am, not that I was going to drive by myself or drive during those hours, but it’s just nice to have some satisfaction in your accomplishments.

As I was down at the music store today trying to pick out a gig bag for my keyboard, I thought of another way our world is changing and I’m not sure if it’s for good or bad. It is no longer original to play a musical instrument. Almost everyone can play basic guitar and just by doing that you can play half of the songs in the world. It used to be only a small handful who played an instrument, because others either thought it was to hard or a waste of time.

You can go anywhere, Walmart, K-mart, Best Buy, Comp USA, all the stores that you never would have thought of buying an instrument from because (a) they didn’t carry them or (b) they would be crappy if you did, and you will find guitars, drums, keyboards, the whole shabang, and they will be decent brands. It’s not right. The corporations are making music to cheap. It doesn’t have it’s originality anymore. They have deteriorated it’s value.

I asked an employee at the music store what were the most common instruments sold, he said school band equipment, like the flute, sax, trambone, and stuff. So I asked after that and he said the guitar, then bass, then drums. Just then 3 people were buying guitars, the guy labled them newbies, chuckled, then went to wait on them.

There is nothing new under the sun. Solomon was a genius. He was to smart for his time and for his own good, so that’s why he turned to utter wierdness, there wasn’t anything left to discover. There were no more worlds to conquer so he died in misery.

I think it’s okay to now tell ALL my readers (I ‘m starting to feel real famous with all the coverage I’m getting) that I’m most probably moving. Actually I am, but it’s not quite so official yet there’s still stuff that needs to be ironed out. As of now I’m moving to Southern Cal, but first I have a stop over in Dallas for a few months because the home I’m joining is in Dallas, but they are in the process of moving to Southern Cal. I’m looking forward to the change and also both cities. There are definate perks for both places, so I’m quite excited. So if you could all take this moment and be happy with me I would love you all all the more!

There has been some “happy campers” at one of the many post offices around here. ( I believe DC has the most post offices that I’ve ever seen in one city. There’s one about every three blocks, that along with Starbucks, but I’m not complaining) These campers are La Roche advertisers. They have their little table set up right in front of the walk way and their merry band of about 3 people who are happy and very willing to give you a pamphlet, while they scream vote for La Roche, even though the next presidential election is not till another 3 years, but who cares about that? I avoid them and give them a menacing look while walking past with great speed.

Thinking that most of you won’t know who he is I will tell what little I know. He’s an old man. He thinks he should be president. He’s headquaters is in Alexandria Va. He’s fat. He has people all over the place handing out papers trying to recruit voters. He is neither Democrat nor Republican. He’s been around for a long time. He’s vocal about the Cheney/Bush money making war. He is trying to start a “youth revolution”, but is greatly hindered by the fact that he is just as old as Bush and Cheney, and looks a hell of alot like Cheney. Basicly he is an annoying old prick who wouldn’t be any different then the rest of them.

I had successfully avoided them, with a two month record, until last Saturday, when a man unexpectedly pulled up to the light I was at and handed me two booklets. Not one but two. I was greatly annoyed for two reasons: 1. I had to carry them in my bucket for the next 2 hours and it was very difficult to hide them because I didn’t want anyone to think I was supporting the creep. 2. I didn’t want them in the first place, but me being a happy missionary must accept them…especially when I’m on the light.

On the way home, curosity grabbed me and I had to take a peak. I had to see what exactly I disliked about the guy and why he would never be elected for president. After reading it I decided it was a few things: He’s way of campaigning is bothersome, he aggravates more people than he interests. He’s theory is way off. He rips off senators speeches who don’t support him and then he twists them so they fit his ideals. He’s trying to gather the “Youth of America” to rally behind him is a real turnoff.

If I could vote and I was going to vote for a non political party I would definately vote for Nator, I mean poor guy he’s been trying for how long to be President?, but if I was going to vote for a party I would vote Democrat. Interestingly I will be 18 for the next presidential election. I wonder who the final nominees are?

Wilma isn’t a suitable name for a hurricane, neither is Katrina for that matter. Why do we name them real names. When I think of Wilma I think of the Flintstones. Willllmaaa! When I think of Katrina I think of an fga that I live with. When I think of them as cartoons and people, they are good things, but then when we mention hurricane they become bad. They ought to name them some obscure name that has nothing to do with people like…blue paper clip or dobermin pinscher. Animal breeds would make a good way to name them. One year could be dogs, then cats, then pigs, and cows.

Thanks to Wilma…I mean seriously thousands of male species and a few females are thanking her, especially Kansas and Dolphins fans. Friday night football anyone?

I always thought Italians were breeders. When I thought of Italians I thought of very large families, mainly because they are Catholics and claim to be good ones too and Catholics believe in large families, but after reading this, I guess I was wrong. It must just be the modern era because the mafia only survived by the younger generations carrying it on.

With this post I would like to say Happy Birthday to Jesse “Joe” Bruni*. So happy birthday Jesse!
Normally I like to give gifts to my friends on their birthdays, but right now that is nearly impossible since he is living a rough 20 hour drive away from me, so I will have to just say 10 things I like about Jesse. Here we go…

1. We’ve been friends for aprox. 3 years.
2. We communicate quite often even though I’ve only met him twice.
3. When we talk we don’t talk about shallow things…interestingly enough…I believe we both hate shallow topics.
4. To clarify point 3 we do talk about stupid things to, it’s just a different kind of shallowness.
5. He tells me about all the “cool” movies and insists that I watch them, even though most of the time I never do.
6. He cracks jokes….and I laugh.
7. One moment he’s feeling sorry for himself but then the next he’s making fun of his situation. It’s great how he jumps back out of adversity.
8. He’s the best friend of a popular kid who happens to be related to him, but he’s not bigoty about it, sort of shucks it off as if it’s nothing, even though there is lots of perks.
9. Every once in a while he will laugh at my jokes.
10. I used to get in trouble for talking to him on the phone for to long, now my dad is just used to it.
And one more for a bonus….Him and his family are the only commenters on my blog.

*Jesse…I added “Joe” because you are italian, and italians always have a “nickname” like Fat Tony…Lefty, Sonny Black. So you shall be Jesse “Joe Red” Bruni. It’s final you can’t argue.

As you all already know, I’m a missionary. If you couldn’t tell the reason is that my pioneer fort is an office. It’s a rather pretty site, with a massive black and whte printer matched with a smaller color printer to be it’s partner in life. They were destined for each other. There’s a few computers, and a scanner. Interestingly I believe me and the scanner have a mutal hatred for each other. It wasn’t always like this. When it first arrived in it’s nice brown box, with all of it’s nifty little gadgets, I fell in love. I thought we were a perfect match. I thought we would spend countless hours filled with happiness and bliss…..but then…it decided to spite me. It refuses to do it’s job properly, leaving me with extra hours of work, while it sits there on the desk, facing the computer in such serenity. I dedicate this song to it, my once beautiful scanner.

I teared my heart open, sewn my self shut
And my weakness is that I can’t do much
The scars remind us that the past is real
I teared my heart open just to feel.

Then to top it off. My ex, the machine I dated with before Mr. Scanner, which is called Mr. Black and White Printer, decides to come back into my life two weeks ago. And he doesn’t make my life any easier. I guess we must of had a bad break-up, that I somehow forgot about, so today when I go to see him….and play with him a little, which at first he seemed just fine with, maybe a little on the happy side, he remembered those past things and paper jammed, eating about 10 pages of paper, making them completely unusable. I got totally pissed at the dude. I mean he could have just told me to stop. (yeah like I would have? I was having fun too.) After that he said he was sorry, but then repeatedly did it again….5 times total. What a jerk!

The problem is that I only have the exact amount of this special paper to do the print job that I needed to do, and the stupid ex…ruins my work. He really ruined my day, him and Mr. Scanner. I don’t know how I will do tomorrow when I have to see both of them again. Both! Maybe I should apolgize and try to start over….like with…dang how I would I do that?

Learn from me, don’t get involved with electronic equipment. They only have it out to hurt you in the end.

The only good thing that happened today, is that I did end up finishing printing the coverletter for the mailing. Hopefully the mailing will help other people to get a deeper connection with God. So in the end it’s all for a good thing, even if it drives me up the wall making it, they should be happy. Heck I will be happy because they are happy. ………..I wonder if any body stops to consider how long it took people to make those kind of things. Like even junk mail must take some time and drive someone up the wall trying to make it. Maybe just for that I will read junk mail. Take the time becuase someone else took theirs.