| Hello everybody!
Well, I am finally writing on my xanga after 198 days ever since I created my xanga. I had no idea how to use this site. I've already written a posting once, but it did not pop up so I am writing the same thing again...very frustrating. Okay, anyway, for those of you checking to see if I will finally have a post, you are in luck!! I have a great story to tell..finally!
Well, the setting is the morning of this past Saturday, the 8th, with Rie and Jean at this nive woody park by this gigantic high school. We saw a vending machine with cards and messages, interesting. We saw a tree wearing a sweater, interesting. We saw a gnome filled land with interesting captions criticizing water pollution, amusing. We saw a simple blue cloth with a simple message with a complex understanding behind it, amusine. Then, there were a lot more that I will not bore you with right now. Okay, down to the point. Jean, Rie, and I were innocently viewing this one art piece. There was a line of clothes where you can wash and hang the clothes available there and an "instrument" with strings, picks, and cans. The object was to pluck the string and hear the note through the can. So Rie did that for me, very nice sound. But did I leave well enough alone? NO!!! I decided to pluck and listen by myself. Now before I go on, I have to say that the string was not really safely attached to the cup. It was merely held on by a knot poked through the paper cup while the other end held a pick taped together with a weigh. Anyway, so i tried it myself. And what happened? The thing popped out!!!! How in the world did I know that the piece was so fragile?? Well, a guy came along and said that it was a good idea to have a pick by itself so that you can create your own music. We told him that we, well, I, broke it. But I guess he was trying to comfort us....nice man....very funny. Anyway, so Rie tries to fix it and yay!!! hooray!!! it's fixed. BUt, she plucked it again and it broke once again.......... So, along came another guy who looked as if he was going to fix it. We guessed that he might have been one of the artists who worked on the piece or something...very awkward. So, i wrote a letter profusely apologizing for what I did. And Jean, well, she was not involved in any of this...too bad, great adventure!! :) hehe
Moral of this story?? Don't touch anything!!! |