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Greetings and salutations.
I get the feeling that the full overview of events since my last post is probably unnecessary, since the people who are hip enough to be checking this out are acutely aware of what transpired anyway. For the sake of closure, though, I will do a brief synopsis of the last 3 or so months:

1. Jon embarked upon his summer mission excursion, won some souls, rocked the Bahamas like a hurricane, returned home a conquering hero, and ripped like a madman throughout all of the above.
2. Zach and I thrashed virtually every second of every day, aside from when Fallen Sparrows played Cornerstone, when I pretty much just ripped with Carly and Ally. Oh, wait! Did I mention that Zach got electrocuted at Traxler Park on July 4th? Or that the Shaw almost blew his face off about 4 times that night?
3. Speaking of which, it was brought to my attention that Carly and Ally pretty much dominate. Craze-amazing.
4. I also discovered how much Salvationists rule, courtesy of Congress this past June. On a side note, I was also made aware that Justin Rose is probably the nicest human being that I have ever/will ever meet. He still shouldn't have shaved his head, though. Oh well.
5. Huge Pig Vietnam is up and running and will tear your face off and feed it to hyenas. Bloodthirsty, ravenous hyenas, not those tame "Lion King" poseurs.
6. Walken practices suddenly yield new song ideas everyday.
7. We made a friggin' gore film of the highest magnitude wherein Ally's head gets decimated by a truck. Dap.
8. Six Flags with the CBLI crew dominated, especially the food fight at the hidden away pavillion. Except for the chicken in my shirt's breast pocket. That was just gross.
9. Jon's welcoming back/ birthday party was a hydrogen bomb of sweetness.
10. Zach's dad really, REALLY likes ballooning. A lot.
11. I realize that the bowling-ball-on-a-rubber-sheet description of spacetime doesn't serve as well of an analogy as a gelatinous sphere filled with high-velocity marbles of differing sizes.
12. Zach gets his wisdom teeth pulled to great hilarity for the rest of the day. Side note: his parents saw Neil Diamond on the same day without us. Neil freakin' Diamond. We have not felt joy in our lives since then.
13. I applied for a job. Yeah. Me. I'm still waiting for that Stephanie wench* to give me a call.
14. Death Cab owned, Unwed Sailor owned, Coldplay owned, Sleeping at Last owned, Coheed and Cambria... yeah, they were pretty all right, too. But mewithoutYou would've been WAY sweeter. And you know this.

The brief synopsis I promised suddenly resembles a bloated beast, so I think that that sums up the summer pretty nicely. There's still an infinite amount of ripping to be accomplished though, so don't stop rockin'. Git 'r done**.

Love,
Ian


*Hey, that's just the convergence of opinion over at Exclusive Company, I can't really say that I know for sure. Although I gotta tell you, she doesn't really seem to be the warmest/cheeriest person I've ever met. That's all I'll say about it.
**You don't even know what that means.

posted by Ian @ 10:47 AM