Where is my mind?

The Kevin Devine show last night was fun. I'm really glad was able witness the world's sweatiest ginger sing a Boys II Men song and explain the rules of doing cocaine and eating pizza. You learn something new everyday. The drive there and back was long, but sometimes dancing around and singing terribly in the car is half the fun. I don't know if Karmen feels that way though, but she always gets a good laugh or five out of me. The funniest part of the evening however, was this:

I hope we're home in time to watch the Golden Girls.
- Karmen

What an amazing quote. So deep. So insightful. The real kicker was that we did in fact make it home in time to watch Sophia, Blanch, Dorothy, and Rose get into their ridiculous shenanigans.


Last Monday at work Chuck (the boy's grandpa) turned on the movie White Christmas. It's apparently one of those classic Christmas films everyone loves. I'd never seen it before and ended up watching it. Within the first ten minutes I loved it. There's just something special about classic movies. I don't know what it is, they just feel magical, charming, and perfect. I think it may be the actors. To sum things up, I've been watching Turner Classic Movies all week and enjoying every bit of it.

I just finished watching The Shop Around The Corner. You should watch it too, if only for the bickering between Sullavan and Stewart.

( Tell me this doesn't look good. )

In other news, I have a wisdom tooth coming in. It is starting to feel a bit odd, but I can't tell if my mind is playing tricks on me or it's actually throbbing.

Last night was a lot of fun. We saw the always incredble K-Dev and a couple of other pretty greats acts too. The local band that started the whole thing off however, was quite terrible. I think it was the oddest band I've ever seen. My only disappointment is that I won't be able to join Karmen tomorrow night for the last show of the tour. Those are always the best. Darn school. :(

Today was great fun too. Shopping, eating, and partying it up in the car. I bought some perfect clothes, necessities, and a couple of cds. One of them I love already.

I'm dying my hair right now. I'm praying I didn't get any on the carpet.

Tomorrow will be spent studying for the six tests I have next week, cleaning, and being sad that I'm not at the show. It's such a bummer.

I wanted to make an update spanning the entirety of this trip, but I am nearing a relaxing, long bath and am unable to think at the moment. Now if you are wondering why I am unable to think, or if it isn't obvious to you (moron), I will be most happy to tell you. Yesterday I was in the presence of pure and incredible greatness. His name is Jesse Lacey. He is my god and his songs are my bible. I was no farther from him than my screen is from me right now.

-Grace Read has a truly beautiful voice, very nice. Her piano skills and sense of humor aren't lacking either.

-K-Dev is, well K-Dev, which is funny and great.

-Jesse Lacey is... ah.

Their powers combined create CAPTAIN PLANET! No, I'm only kidding, none of them had hair that even resembled a glowing green mullet. They did however, create one hell of a tour and I am ecstatic for Friday, the last stop on it.


Oh and fyi, Brand New, or should I say Jesse Lacey, has some of the most lame fans this side of Texas.

I'm just waiting for these damn tickets to go on sale. It's driving me crazy. I'm paranoid that I won't get any because there are so many different times they apparently go on sale. I'm thinking that more than likely it'll be two here when they finally do go on sale. Funny thing is, that's what time I go into work. Oh well, so I'll be a few minutes late for he first time. I'll say that a doctor's appointment I had ran too long or something along those lines. BK can suck it if they have a problem with that.

Other than that I'm not doing anything, except loving my wonderful new mac book.

Oh, last night Cupcake bit Noel on her eye again. She was bleeding, but everything looks fine now. I think Noel has learned this time because she growls at just the sight of Cupcake, where as before she acted like nothing ever happened.

I think my noodles are done. I'm going to go eat them.


Edit: So I just took a metaphorical shit on my manager. I called off 45 minutes before I was due to come in. I would feel bad, but it isn't like she hasn't shit on me either. I am getting those fucking tickets. Actually I did puke and I do feel like shit, so it isn't total lie.