again the trombone tristan you devoured my trombone!

alright. so i said i would explain tomorrow. it's not tomorrow. it's the day after tomorrow, only it's today and not tomorrow,  but it's the day after tomorrow for the day before yesterday, which is when i said that i would explain tomorrow, but today is today and not yesterday. shut up, shut up! ok. not ok. i mean, shut up didn't say ok, i said ok after i said shut up. shut up shut up didn't say anything, that being the point.

explain: i tried to update, and i accidentally deleted everything i wrote, and i was tired. i went to bed.

right now, i am busily orchestrating my return to lawrence. (busily = irritably and nervously; i am acting like that green lawyer on Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law.)

so i'm just gonna say, for everybody who has fretted over my brother with me, he seems to be happyish at OU so far. the only problem is his room mate whom he described as "a crotch." later, he expanded on that definition, explaining to me that his room mate was a frat-boy stereotype wannabe, who drove james out of the room one night by doing last minute homework til four am. oh, lowrrrd, how in. con. siderate. (i'm not being sarcastic with that last statement; i'm just out of my mind.) aside from the crotch living in his room, my brother seems well. he was beyond thrilled with one of his classes and is going to send me the textbook when he's through. the book is about art and religion and how the images peoples create shape their perceptions of themselves and each other. james also went rock-climbing, and he liked it so much that he's going to get certified in some... rock-climbing... thing that i don't quite understand. and he's quitting smoking. so he can climb the rocks.

by the way, andy, kip has not yet made a reappearance, but i have good news (good news, everyone!) before james shaved his mustache and cut his curly hair, his little league team had their league pictures taken. that's right, i have a picture of kip in a baseball uniform. also, the stache made a reappearance, but it wasn't quite kip because james had just buzzed his hair. but the buzz was really weird looking because the reason for it was that james had to get rid of his mohawk since he'd decided to forgo legitimate styling products in favor of an entire bottle of elmer's glue. (sigh. i'm so proud.) the mohawk looked awesome for a couple of days but became intolerable. so he just had his friend bub (yes, bub.) hack it off at the root. add the 'stache and the aviators, and he looked like a psychotic highway patrolman. so i got a picture of that, too.