To The Blue Sky. . .
4.01.2005
Day Five Proper: We're back at it again. Ian is tracking some drums. I alread have my guitar part done sans the over dubbs. We'll see how it goes. We want one more song at least today. Pizza should be here soon. No lunch break today. We've too much work to do. Ceamona is here too. It's pretty awesome. Her and Patrick are actually getting the pizza right now. I am so freaking excited for this record. It's already so amazing. I can't wait for everyone to hear it. Later.
The Missing Day: We didn't record. Jim's mom was sick and he had to take her to the hospital. But good things came of our time anyways. We destroyed a few rounds of croquet, ate some food, played some video games, hooked up some hot tub. . . all around good times. Then, that night we picked up Patrick. Then we got milkshakes. Then we got Jenny G. Then we went hunting. We went to Elkhorn in two pickups. Patrick and myself in Zach's, and Jenny and Ian in Ryan's. Me and Ian were elected to travel by foot into the woods with naught but a flashlight. Ian freaked, but in his defense, it was freaking scary. We could have been eaten at any given moment. The Beast of Bray Road doesn't eff around. Unfourtunately, we didn't really see anything. I'm still a believer though in full. You know the Bray Road Beast is real. You know it.
Afterwards was bed for me, and who gives a crap for everyone else.