Up Northern Wolves!

Happy Gypsy Days one and all! Its Homecoming week (nearing the end, I suppose) and the man who helped me move my fridge is our Homecoming Gypsy Marshall! How splendid. The Homecoming Queen, on the other hand, I have never seen in my life. I guess when you are in the marching band you're really not expected to know people. Tomorrow will be a crazy day of marching in the Gypsy Days parade and at the big football game. This is such a stereotypical american college. It makes me laugh.

Sufjan Stevens was phenomenal.
They shook me up inside and got me excited about music and touring and life and future. They were absolutely electric and ecstatic and blew me away. There were at least 9 of them crammed onto the stage in the Sokol basement, all dressed in coordinated orange and purple Illinois cheer outfits.
I love love loved it.
Omaha was wonderful. I can't wait to go back to the city. The Decemberists play at the end of October. Maybe I will actually SEE them this time around if I run away to Omaha again.

We went to the zoo in the morning and saw gorillas. I stood and stared at his hands for what felt like forever. They looked like "strength" if you could see the word materialized. The elephants were so beautiful. I am always amazed that an animal that is so massive, wrinkled, and grey can be so incredibly beautiful. There were also tons of monkeys just tossed in at the oddest places and more tigers and other felines than I have seen in one place. The Omaha zoo is definitely one to see!

Its an antisocial night for me. I am hiding out all by myself, trying to finish up my drawings, listening to radio feeds over the internet. I have been in high spirits lately, despite my horn and I having bitter disputes on and off. Maybe it is because I got my scarves and mittens out at last. Unfortunately there's a warm spell coming up so they will have to hang behind my door for a bit longer. It's supposed to be 90 on monday (Fahrenheit that is). Yeesh! Doesn't sound like October to me! EEEK! I can't wait till October. What a beautiful month.

I really miss Edmonton in the Autumn. There is this place in the river valley that I loved to sit when the leaves were yellow, on those two or three days before they fall to the ground. There was a perfect little crevice to lay back into and look up at the bright yellow against the bright blue sky. I will never forget that spot.

I haven't been writing to people nearly as much as I'd like. I suppose I should be doing that right now instead of typing this pointless blog. I've been busy as always, but now there is a new demon (or should I call it an old friend?) that is absorbing valuable sleeping hours. I'm getting sucked back into Garage Band. I have a few songs on the go, but knowing me they will never be fully finished. I will avoid it tonight until I finish all 18 drawings I have to do... better get on that.

We got fish! There are four of them! They are so precious! I get to name the one with the little black stripe on his head. It looks like a mohawk so I was thinking Judy or Ramona, but I also kind of want to name it Django. I suppose it depends if I decide if it is a boy or a girl. I will be sure to keep anyone interested updated on my dear fish's name.

Goodnight.