I’ve been awake since 9:30 am, Saturday morning. As of now, it’s approximately 8:30, Monday morning. And if my sleep deprived brain can calculate this correctly, that would be 47 hours. I’m pretty that’s approaching my record.
“It’s kind of a weird recording because we made the music on a laptop and then played the music off a computer and sang along with it live. Then we like overdubbed vocals on top of that afterwards. So it’s a very weird sounding recording. That was pretty awesome. That’s probably my favorite of our really old recordings.” (via)
Okay, so apparently my tumblrarity or whatever the hell it is called is at 9 right now, and it was totally at 1 like two days ago. What that hell does that mean? Is 9 better than 1, or is 1 all like “#1 yeah!!”? I don’t get it!
In other news, today I designed a top made entirely out of scarves. It was pretty much the most stylin’ thing to ever exist, ever. It was also something I could only wear if I were extremely inebriated, and since I do not plan on ever becoming that wasted, I suppose it will never be worn again. But darn it, it was swell.
My Uncle Rick and his family compose the tallest family on the planet. Seriously, the shortest person in their immediate family is my cousin Lauren, who is 5’11”. My aunt Lisa is 6’0”, my uncle Rick is 6’8”, and my cousin Matt, I kid you not, is 6’11”. Just too ridiculous. Meanwhile, I get stuck with the shortest person in the Gelmetti family (my dad is like 5’8” or some crap like that), and my mom (5’3”). I’d probably take 5’5” over 5’8” any day, though. Face, tall people.