So I'm in a band, right? It's called LivingStone. It's on the sidebar on your right. We've been working on our second CD for a while now and musically it's done. Now all that's left is the cover art and we're working on that. In fact, tomorrow we're going to Edwardsville to get pictures taken for said cover art. Me being just a lowly sound guy, I'm not going to have a picture dedicated to me, but I am going to be in some of the pictures. Jealous? I thought so. I don't really mind not having a mug shot in the jacket, to tell you the truth. I mean, I don't want my face getting "out there" where all the beautiful young ladies will see it and come flocking to me. It would be embarrassing and honestly annoying. I'd have to carry mace around so I could get away from them. I'm not saying being world famous wouldn't be cool, but I'd rather not have girls yanking my hair out as souveneres. I don't think I spelled that right, but I'll fix it later. The bad thing about this is that it's gonna be a buzz trip. When I get out of school tomorrow at around 3 and my dad gets home from work whenever, we're getting ready, zipping up there to do our thing, and coming back all in the same day. That's a lot of driving for a few pictures. It isn't gonna be much fun, trust me. Oh, well. That's the price of being a rock star. It's getting late now, so I'm going to bed. I have math to do in the morning before class. Apparently goodbye in Norwegian is the same as here in the US. But later isn't. Senere.