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Ok, so here I am again, although this time, I'm not at the regular here, because I'm down at mittagong, chillin in my parents house after watching 'The Idea of North', who were AMAZING, if you ever get the chance to see them DO IT... They make better music with just voices and clicking than most bands that exist in the world... it seriously blows my mind, they're SO incredibly talented, and obviously dedicated to their singing. Every pause, every note, was in perfect time, in perfect pitch, (well to my ear) with nothing to lead them in, only the understanding each of the members of the group had of the others, if there ever was a team of people who could act as one, it would be they...

Anyhoo, enough of my rants about awesome things.. it's 2am, and I can't sleep because the bed down here isn't my bed,. and the noises down here just aren't right... there are none,.. the only noise in the whole night is my clacking on the keyboard and the occasional squeak when I reposition myself on the chair.. it's just not right... how can anyone sleep when there's no noise?? crawl into bed, pull the doona up, but move even the tiniest bit, and the doona noise is all you can hear, and if you put your head on the pillow, all you can hear is thumping... if it were only possible to turn your heart off and still live,...

Krambuncious. I don't know what that word means, but I'm sure it's somewhat gritty.

Like an emu jammed into that little hatch thing on the inside of a refridgerator door,.. you know.. that little thing that you put the butter in.

And in case you hadn't noticed, inside of a purple ungefaehr sandwich is a purple ungefaehr.
and lettuce.