Three things:

1. BREAKING HEARTS AND BREAKING GUITARS!!!!!111!!111!!!!

2. I love Destroyer...again.

3. I leave for UNT tomorrow.

No sailing yesterday. The lake was cold and soggy. The barbecue was cold and soggy. We became cold and soggy and left the sailing club, went back to Shannon's, took pretentious black and white pictures of Kel's after-sex hair and our storm-ravaged bodies. Played with Libby. Called her "Lee-bee" because we're cool ( Read more... )

I saw Les Mis last night.

Oh, God.

I can't say anymore.

I want to play music today. With other people. I'm sick of writing songs for one person to play.

More Broken Social Scene, less Regina Spektor.

Today is Coco Gordon Moore's 12th birthday. Happy birthday, indie rock princess.

What to say? I'm lame as hell, have no motivation to do anything, and bits of my hair refuse to curl.

I'm dying or something.

I need a job so badly.

Haven't heard from Ben yet.

I'm obsessed with last.fm now. So, if you are on it, go and add me or something.

THIS IS MY LAST.FM ACCOUNT.

That's all for today.

I wrote a letter to Ben UDASHEN yesterday. Not Tavares.

Just to clear things up.

I love Shannon. I love Shannon's dad. We're slowly becoming best friends. I burned him three CDs the other day.

I'm writing Ben a letter today. Because, seriously. I couldn't see myself never talking to him again. He's a good person, an awesome friend. And even if we're not romantically involved, I still want to have a relationship with him. He knows me too well.

It was wonderful, beautiful, shiver-inducing. Thirty-four or more shivers, I suspect. And despite the overwhelmingly large number of drunk girls in stilettos dancing(swaying, stumbling, convulsing), off-beat and out of place, and a few Klaus and Jennifer-type couples (Dave Eggers reference: December 2004 issue of Spin) gathered around the bar and ( Read more... )

I got into a car accident yesterday. With a red pickup. That wasn't fun ( Read more... )