Roses, roses cold.

I am currently burning a Saves the Day/Say Anything/Meg & Dia mix as a tribute to the most amazing concert of my life. Now whenever I make my daily trek to work and back, I can relive all the gloriousness. I desperately need an ipod. As I burn, I figure I might as well update this thing.

Okay, so on a side note, it makes me really happy that Tessa got picked on the Bachelor instead of Bevin. Not because I liked Tessa, but because Bevin is everything I hope I'm not by the time I'm 28. Side note ended.

How is it almost JUNE? Where the hell has this year gone? I really hope that I have a new license by my 21st, though I'm not sure how I will ever attain new identification. So, not that this has to do with anything at all, but my boss made a reference to me being stoned about 17 times today. If you've never met my boss- which you haven't- then that probably sounds strange. I guess that's what I get for coming into work 3 hours late on a Friday. I guess that's what I get for going to sleep on Thursday literally minutes before my alarm clock was set to go off. Ohh, fun. I would care more if I wasn't 20.

That's a bad motto to have.

New loves? Meg & Dia (who I really didn't care for before their live performance- and they weren't even great live... so I dunno what changed), THE OFFICE- my new Arrested Development, and the fact that there is seriously a book entitled "Belly Dancing for Older Women" and that someone bought it. And that this is the cover:



It is truly the little things.

Yo quiero Taco... Bueno.

Whilst driving to Austin from San Antonio this evening, I noticed a very wonderful billboard right smack dab in the middle of San Marcos.

Taco Bueno: Coming Soon.

Let us rejoice.

The definition of bad karma.

My purse got stolen on Friday night. It's not so much the actual purse that concerns me- it's everything in it. Everything in it consists of pretty much my entire life. *Consisted. It has truly been the hassle of the century.

All in all, I managed to have a great weekend.

I'm just an excited gal these days. I'm excited about the show on Wednesday. I'm excited about this coming weekend. I'm excited about my possible trip to London this summer. And I'm excited about sleep tonight.



Excitement.

And damn. I really hate "Everybody Loves Raymond." Even more than Monday's.

But it burns because it's wood.

Things have never been so exhausting. I get home every day with sore feet and sleepy eyes, but the over time sure keeps me going. I love being this busy. Loooove. Being productive all day at work makes me so much more productive outside of work, which is just what I needed. I could do without the wake up calls in the form of a leg cramp, though... I was wearing the exact same shirt as a girl I work with work today. It was weird. I think she may hate me too. We passed each other 3 times before I openly acknowledged the very obvious fact. Eh. I found it pretty ironic. Ya know what I realized today? I should really pick up smoking. Smokers get the privilege of taking 17,000 breaks. I suppose slowly destroying my health and ruining a potential singing career would be worth the extra hour a day I would get paid for simply filling my lungs with smoke. Maybe. Work, work, work. This is apparently my watercooler.

Anywho. Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin's "House Fire" is pretty much the only song in existence right now. And, Ocean's 13? Another one? Really?

[i ♥ alliteration]

What a whirlwind of a week. Quit my job on Monday. Had 4 job interviews on Tuesday. Started my new job bright and early on Wednesday morning. That's what I call a productive week. I actually love my new job, too. Turns out I really really like being busy at work. It's the boredom that kills me.

I somehow managed to lose my apartment key today. I definitely put it in its designated spot in my car when I left for work this morning, but it was nowhere to be found at 6:45 when I was pulling into my apartment complex. Of course, my phone decided to die about 30 minutes later. Eh, it led to an eventful night. I planned on getting home from work and sleeping for 17 hours straight, but ended up going out [didn't have much of a choice]. Luckily I got a phone call into Alex right before my phone's death. And I picked up a new key around midnight, so all is well. In other news, I saw an amazing show on Thursday night. Have I expressed my love for Austin? I love it. What a relaxing night. I am in serious need of a relaxing weekend.



Things have never been so great.

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.