batgirl=badass

It's more like batgirl=caraazy. I have about 17 thousand things to write. Too bad I can't write any of them. Too much is going on right now. I'll just post pictures and leave you with some vague thoughts. Thrilled?


Vague thought #1: This weekend was a blur. I want to remember 97% of it. That other 3% can be forgotten. Seeing old friends was amazing and I truly hope that Lauren and I will actually hang out this summer. We are going to have the best 21st birthday ever.

Vague thought #2: I am okay with something that I should not be okay with, but it's much too late now.

Vague thought #3: Watch this video !! Oh, and watch this one, too. :]

Vague thought #4: I got some interesting closure this weekend on an interesting situation.

Vague thought #5: My recording equipment will be the death of me.

Vague thought #6: People say a lot of things.

Vague thought #7: I saw Captain Planet do a keg stand and it pretty much made my year.

Car keys and harsh realizations.

Locking your keys in your car is no fun. Especially when your car is still running. Especially while your cell phone and apartment key are in there, too. It kinda sucks. It was really cool that the same song that was playing in my car when I locked it was the same song playing when I got it unlocked, though. It was almost as if the three hours in between had never happened. Almost.

I took down a few photos from my walls today. I decided to stash them away for a time when the past is not so present. I totally framed my Limbeck sign, though, because I'm cool like that. My apartment is finally becoming a comfortable place to be. It kinda feels like home. I haven't lived in a place that has felt like home since I was 16.

My family is the only thing I can rely on and I never thought I would say that.

I'm sorry if I haven't been returning your phone calls the past week.

My cat starts talking to me every time I start playing my guitar. It's cute. And annoying. Mostly cute, though. She thinks it's starting to feel like home, too.

Where has all the time gone?


Friday is here. Cross your fingers that I can talk Jordan into partying like a superhero for his 22nd. :]

I ♥ old video's.

You don't have to follow.

Not so sure how I feel about my engineering job anymore. I mean, I’m just expected to handle a lot of really huge REALLY important things that they truly should not put me in charge of. They should get someone twice my age making three times my salary to do a few things that I do. Welp, unless they're willing to triple my salary, I guess that means the job hunt has begun once more. Not gonna lie… I hate it with a passion. I hate résumé’s and interviews and references. And I hate being new. But I suppose it’s worth it.

Ahhh I’m being reminiscent right now and I don’t know why. Maybe because I’m thinking about how much FUN this weekend is going to be with both Jordan and Lauren coming into town. I haven’t hung out with Lauren in a million years. Not since we recorded ‘Naked Juice’ iiin… what… November ‘05? November 12^th. I looked it up in my xanga. It’s been much too long. Ya know, I wouldn’t remember half of the great memories that I’ve had if I didn’t write so many of them down. They’re scattered all over the place. But, really. There are so many things that I forget about until I randomly pull up an old blog and kill 30 minutes reading the kind of random stuff that you’re reading right now. Only it’s different for me because I remember exactly what I was feeling and all the unwritten emotions. I’m verging on 2 straight years of having a pretty consistent journal and that is just plain crazy. I mean, it’s a good and bad thing.

Last December I had one of the best nights of my entire life, just lying outside after a few drinks and watching the most amazing meteor shower with a few friends. That night is absolutely in my top 10 best memories ever (and trust me, there are some damn good ones on that list). It's great to look back on nights like that. But at the same time, reminiscing can bring back a lot of pain and heartache. No one wants written documentation of an entire time period that resulted in pain. It just sucks to look back on the past and be completely engulfed with that feeling again- as if it was yesterday.

Oh my godddd enough of this. It’s on the brink of depressing. I have way too many things to be happy about. Thursday night bowling. SUPERHERO PARTY Friday. Jordan’s birthday celebration Saturday. Good moments are to be had. Now it’s time for the Colbert Report. :]

Fuckin JAM.

A few of us just got back from Limbeck and it was suuch a good show. It made me very happy. Jordan came to Austin for it, so it was good to see him. Man, though... it doesn't feel like a Monday at alll. So, Patrick Carrie and I are on speaking terms. It's pretty much awesome. Thanks to him, I now possess the most bad ass sign in the world.









Such great advice.

Pictures galore.

So, while at work on Wednesday afternoon- as I sat in an office listening to 40 year old men laugh and tell 40 year old men jokes- I realized that I kind of feel like working with people my age. So I randomly applied at Express with Sidney and got hired pretty much the exact same day. I've already gone through orientation (for the second time, since I worked for them last November). It's been fast. I'm just gonna do both jobs part time. It will keep me quite busy. I'm pretty damn pleased, though.

In other news, what an exhaustingly fun weekend this has been. I pretty much haven't stopped until, like, right now. I won't have a chance to breathe until Tuesday, probably. Limbeck is tomorrow! And next weekend is gonna be way too fun. Alright, friends, it's picture time :] and then it's sleeep time.

i should sleeep.

Why do you sometimes regret telling the truth so much more than you regret lying? Bleh. Tonight was so much fun... but maybe there's a reason why you give up all the friends that came along with a relationship. Maybe you just know too much. And maybe tequila brings out the truth.

It's weird to be so unbelievably happy, yet so unbelievably pissed off at the same time. Whatever. My contacts are falling out of my eyes. Sleep might be practical.

Life is SO GREAT.
(when you're not around.) Yeah, yeah. It's 7 am.


Let me be emo.

Mark your calendar's, friends.

April 19th, 2007 was officially an excellent day. I ♥ excellent days. :]

So, I just got back from Starbucks. The last time that I was at that particular Starbucks was over a week ago and the guy taking my order asked me my name and then proceeded to draw a "brook" on my cup. It was an interesting moment. A girl that was apparently working that day was there today and totally remembered me. Not that it matters even remotely, I just like being remembered.

See, people like me shouldn't have blogs, because you end up with stories like that.

Set fire to the drums on fire.

Oh my goddd. Are you kidding me? My upstairs neighbor apparently got a drum set. And he put it like, RIGHT above my room. Not only must he make that incessant racket all day, but he must do it with less rhythm than a [insert clever metaphor here]. Where is Stephen Colbert when I need him? There is seriously nothing worse- as far as living in an apartment is concerned- than having neighbor's that don't know how to play the drums, and yet choose to do so anyway. Hopefully he will give up his newfound hobby soon. Until then, I will just have to find loud things to do to drown out that deafening noise. Loud things can be fun. Speaking of which, I went to a screamo show last night. I saw the Blood Brothers on 6th with Alex. Best part? I liked it. {Gasp} Maybe it was the skyy, but I really, really liked it. The music was amazing. It's not necessarily music that I'll ever just listen to, but it was great live. Now I'm really amped about Limbeck next week (as well as the trillion other shows coming up). Oh, Austin. How I love thee. We even got our picture taken with Johnny Whitney. Too bad I somehow always manage to look mentally retarded in every picture that I actually care about, ha.

Alright, kids. The drummer boy has stopped and all is well :]

So, it's Monday morning.

Too bad I was completely worthless yesterday. I felt like death, but it was totally worth it. Weekends are fun. A kind person came over on Saturday to help me with my recording stuff so my recording software is now officially up and running!

*angels singing*

However, I still need to buy a few cords until I can actually start recording. And after I buy the cords I’m gonna have to actually figure out how everything works. Cross your fingers for me. So, I’m at work right now. I don’t really have anything to do at the moment. I mean, I’m sure I do have things to do, but my boss is currently in a meeting along with everyone else. Therefore, I am surfing MySpace. I swear I’m a good employee :]. The internet cracks me up. I truly don’t know what I would do without it, and that’s just sad. I can tell you so much about people I haven’t spoken to in years. It’s a good tool, though, because sometimes you don't realize that people you haven't spoken to in years happen to live in Austin.

Okay. Enough of this entry. I think I’m gonna make a coffee run.

[i'm such a picture whore]

Frustration has reached its peak.

I have everything I could possibly need to record music in my apartment, and yet it sits untouched in the shape of a question mark. I keep getting an error when I try to extract the files and set up the recording software. I also think I'm missing a cord or two for the actual recording equipment. I still have about $46 on a Guitar Center gift card... I just have no clue what I need. If I need anything.

Help meee.