"If God had a name, what would it be? And would you call it to his face, if you were faced with him?"

I love that song. Quite a lot. I feel content when I listen to it, no clue why, really.

I think we can find out a lot about people from the type of music they listen to. Maybe that's just me, and I certainly could be wrong. I don't really know how I would be labeled according to my music. It's quite diverse, I really in truly listen to just about every type of music. From Older stuff (The Who, Led Zep, Kansas, Lynyrd Skynyrd) to pop-punk (Blink 182, sum 41, Green Day) to older-style punk (Rancid, Transplants) to ska (Streetlight Manifesto, Catch 22, Reel Big Fish) to alternative (Radiohead, Muse, The Verve) to softer stuff (Brendan Benson, Jack Johnson, Keane) to harder stuff (Seether, Nine Inch Nails) even some country (Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson are amazing musicians) and there's even a rap song or two (Cypress Hill is just a crazy group), not to mention my very own favorite Icelandic artists (Sorry, Bjork, this one goes to Quarashi...who'da thunk it - two mainstream artists from Iceland. hmm.).

My point is, our music defines us, to some degree. I don't know what you can get from those bands I gave you, but I guess it means I'm just a little bit of everything.

What does your music say about you?

I still remember that night, it was the 4th of July.

Ha. Applicable title. Lyrics from one of my favorite songs - "On & On & On" by Catch 22.

So I just went on the band trip to St. Louis. Which means I actually have something to write about.


The first day was Thursday. We had a practice for a few hours, and then we got free time at the school until we had to sleep. Jake and I walked around the school for probably about a full hour, just talking about whatever. I really like hanging out with him - which of course is why we were bus buddies.

Friday we woke up and headed to the buses to make our way to St. Louis. Jake and I exchanged some CD's with Paul, and we were off.

Speaking of Paul, that kid is amazing. The best incoming in my opinion. He's got good taste in music, and let me use his air mattress, even if it does deflate all the time. We even wrote a song about our time in the crappy little room in Missouri to the tune of some "You Shook Me All Night Long"

Saturday was the St. Louis Parade. We did ok, and it was a cool parade, but there was some stumbling and we ended up getting 4th. To O'Fallon. O'Fallon has never had a girlfriend.

After the parade, we went to a mall, in groups of four. It was me, Jake, Paul, and Kristina. So that, of course, was really pretty fun.

We headed to the St. Louis Arch like all tourists do. We couldn't go up in the arch, so Jake, Zach and I just walked around. When we went to just hand around the arch, there were a bunch of guys hanging out there. One of them came up to us and asked what kind of music we liked. Then he mentioned that he was from a band, and let us listen to a few of their songs. They were really good so we bought the EP's they were selling. The guys were really nice, and musically accomplished. Check them out, they're called Hence Reverie.

Well, after that, the trip kind of blew. We just stayed another night and came back to Lakeside. Back at lakeside, me, Jordan Hanke, and Aaron Paschke split 2 air mattresses 3-way. That was fun...ish? Steve Pelischek cracked some amazing jokes.

"Smokey The Bear says: Only you can prevent Big Bear from calling you a cakehole."

I love that kid.

The next day we had two parades. Those sucked. But I did get to hang out on the bus with Jake and Schmiege. We totally mocked all of the following:

The Back of the Bus
Kyle Zastrow describing a concert as "live"
Kyle Hinstorff
The band "Lube"

All in all, I enjoyed being with all my friends again.

um, finishment?