2004 was the weirdest year of my life. I wonder if my ex-boyfriends ever check this journal out. I wonder if things would be cool with them. I think that things would be...time and plenty of other people heal all wounds I guess.

I guess we all have our "High Fidelity" moments.

My passport arrived today which means that my planned trip to Thailand is going to happen. I'm very excited but a bit nervous...luckily, I will be with the bros Fisher, who are very experienced world-travelers.

Suffice it to say that I'm pretty happy with some recent events in mi vida.

All that AND I will have the new silverchair CD in a bit.

So silverchair is coming to Detroit on August 3rd. Tickets go onsale this Friday. Now, I'd go myself, but I just thought I'd give you all the opportunity to see me have a screaming joygasm. If you want to see that happen, just let me know and we'll see silverchair together. And you'll see my J face.

Maybe you want to sign up for this and add me as a friend:

www.goodreads.com

Tell me what you're reading and read what I have read. We can be book buddies!

My dad just let me know that his neighbor's dachshund, Schautze (nooo idea how to spell that one) died recently. He drowned in a pond! How horrible. Poor little wiener dog.

Anyway, anyone want to move out of state with me? I'm thinking Chicago or Boston or Orlando. I'm only half kidding. I want out, ya'all.

( Don't click if you don't want ANTM or AI results along with a rant about them )

So, doing a little bit of cosmetic changing of the ol' LJ profile, and when I changed my location I found that apparently other nerds have listed their location as "Jerkwaterburg."

I guess people who blog like "The Simpsons," too! Who knew.

I tried to make friends with a (parent's house) neighborhood cat this evening. He kept looking and meowing at me when I beckoned him over, but when I attempted to get a bit closer, he ran away.

I feel that this story is eerily similar to recent events with non-felines.

Everytime I remember a dream, it's about the same crap. The dreams I remember always include one or more of these things ( Read more... )