You can't fake this, only imitate this.

I should probably keep this post short, huh?

Last night was rambunctious fun at the behest of Lady Dagger (&Rob&Gabe, whatever) at Trainwreck Tuesday. Erica and I met up with the girls @ Benny's Burritos for deliciousness in the form of margaritas. ALSO: it was Becca's birthday! YAY! Perry, Jen, and le other Erica were part of the fun as well. We skipped down to Trainwreck with the happy faces only margaritas can bestow, and let the open bar and dance party prolong our fun. A bunch of our awesome friends showed up and kept the night going. Jiscilla should have some hilarious pics.

I left on the ending notes of Young Love's "Discotech," fitting as it is The Anthem of our young lives in New York.

Today was a blur and I spent the evening relaxing. And talking to Jesse. Of course. I get to see him on Sunday, and I couldn't be more stoked!!!

AAAAhahaha! Revenge of the video screencaps.

And now I'm tired. But, one more shout out to Steve, best of friend, whose birthday was today, April 30th. And in honor, I sample an IM he sent me the other day to start a conversation -

He's good at opening lines. Happy Birthday!

On shopping (and how it relates to my weekend.)

Preface: I try not to complain. I consider myself a positive person, though there are times where I can't keep anything in and I need a serious vent session (thank you, Jesse, Curbside for being my sounding boards...) That said...

There are certain types of shoppers. I've evolved into a frugal type. I only shop when I have a reason to and I know the basics of what I want. It sometimes takes a few minutes for me to pro/con something in the store, but once I've made it, I love what I'm getting. However, this usually happens 5% of the time I go shopping, as my biggest con ("too much money") overrides my need to have the object. I tend to come home empty-handed.

Also, I despise shopping in New York. When I moved here, I thought I'd love it. I mean, I would make trips growing up to New York just to shop. However, the only times I can shop now are after work and on weekends - as in, the only time everybody else can and touristville. I have nightmares about the crowds! People are rude! I get rude! I simply cannot deal.

This weekend's dalliances in shopping adventure both upheld and swayed my belief system on shopping.

I try not to inject too much of the wedding plans or details here - I like to keep things like that private, and I have a separate forum for that which is only accessible to those in the wedding and family members. We're planning for next year (we have a date) and have many of the details set cause we're nerds.

I also have a dress in mind. It's one of the only ones I saw online that I liked (um, why is everything strapless?). The designer was available in only one store in New York, which happened to be in Long Island. We called a few weeks ago to ask if the dress I wanted was available, would be available to see in person. It would be on April 26th - Saturday. So, my mother got a train ticket, and on Saturday morning, we got on the LIRR along with Kelly and Jiscilla to "Beautiful Bride" in Lynbrook. I was a bit skeptical about the place, but I have a lot of time, and what's the hurt of going out to Long Island if it has a dress that could very possibly be the one I want? We were up bright and early and happy for the trip. It would be my first time ever trying on a wedding dress!

And now: I'm blacklisting "Beautiful Bride." Here, and probably on any bridal salon reviewing sites (are there any?? ha.) and places like TheKnot.com. Worst. Experience. Ever.

First, they didn't have the dress. "Oh, that dress was here last weekend." Kelly (my amazing fakey-but-not wedding planner) had called TWICE to make sure it would be there that day...she's thorough. It was their mistake. I decided it wasn't the end of the world, but I was disappointed as we'd been talking about it for weeks and staring eyes-glazed at its picture on my computer. I remained tight-lipped but agreed to try on other dresses.

Second, everything is fucking strapless. This is just me - there are gorgeous strapless wedding dresses, and brides who look gorgeous in them, but it's just not my style.

Third, I was getting asked questions left and right by the clerks as to my style and they SHOT IT DOWN. Everything. They kept on dismissing the dress I had picked out - "Oh, it's too nightgown-like. It doesn't show off your great figure. It's lace is too soft (me: YEAH!!! EXACTLY!!!!). It's not the right season. Or time of day."

Fourth, Me (trying on a strapless dress): "See, I can't deal with boning. I don't like that." Clerk: "Well, that dress you wanted basically has boning." No. It doesn't.

Fifth, with that strapless dress on, feeling uncomfortable, the nasally-voice clerk goes, "This is your first time trying on weddin' dresses, why don't you smile a little!" STABBY. I FEEL STABBY.

Sixth, they didn't ask my price range. I ended up trying a beautiful dress (non-strapless), but when I looked at the price tag, I felt the air go out of me. (Kelly, the only one who's done this before and has a contact at Kleinfeld's because of her media job, said this was completely unprofessional.)

Seventh, at no time did anybody apologize for telling us the dress would be there on the 26th.

Like I said before: when I go out to shop, I know what I want. I don't peruse. I'm just not that kind of shopper. I went to the store with the expectation of checking it out - even if I ended up not liking it. I like the dress I had come for EVEN MORE now that they kept trying to talk me out of it. It may not be the dress I end up walking down the aisle in, but holy crap, I just want to take a picture of me in it in another salon and mail it to them with a "thanks for the worst bridal salon experience ever, here's me in the dress I wanted and here's the amount of money I'm throwing towards these clerks, losers."

This isn't a bridezilla post. This is a bad service post. If I had been looking for a freakin' prom dress I would have been just as offended. I don't care that I don't have a dress or anything - I care that "Beautiful Bride" is a bullshit salon.

GARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

End. See? I was a little worked up the other night. And venting to my mother, Curbside, and Jesse didn't even work. This has been a therapeutic writing session. Because right after I wrote it, I felt calm. I didn't even have to post it. Just the fact that I wrote it made me feel better. But I thought I'd share, cause I already mentioned it, and I'm not a withholder.

Moving on to the positive! The rest of Saturday was wonderful: all of us girls went out to brunch and then we went to a pet store to look at kittens and then we saw Baby Mama (highly recommend it) and then my mother and I went to Macy's, because she'd never been to the NYC landmark (I got a pair of shoes!). The day took its toll on us, though, and we headed home to collapse on the couch for tv.

On Sunday, I dropped my mom off at Grand Central and - I think I defeated my shopping rut! It'd been going on months where I would shop and come home empty-handed. I don't know why. After taking in an afternoon showing of Forgetting Sarah Marshall (funny, but Baby Mama was funnier in my opinion), I went to H&M and bought some work clothes, I went to TJ Maxx and bought two pairs of shoes, and I went to Bed Bath & Beyond and bought a table and lamp. Then I carried all that home via the subway. This, my non-New York friends, was quite a journey.

My new dancin' shoes.

And I'll end here, as the length of this post is probably way out of proportion with your interest in it.

No time.

Hi. Been quite busy at work. Quite busy after work. I do have to shout out a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to BECCA, cause she's awesome. We're celebrating tomorrow night at TRAINWRECK, come for fun. Spent tonight with a delightful episode of the Casey&Mom Show...really a great one, as M. Tracht was pretty much there since its inception. Also did some writing. Have been reveling in it. It's been a while. Feeling productive. Decided to post that rant...but will save for tomorrow, as I should probably edit out much (but probably not all) of the expletives. I got crass. The fianz and I videochatted tonight, but I won't burden you with the many snapshots I took. I love seeing him laugh :)

Quote of the day via The Age of Innocence (I'm such a sucker for period books):

"Do you know -- I hardly remembered you?"
"Hardly remembered me?"
"I mean: how shall I explain? I -- it's always so. Each time you happen to me all over again."
"Oh, yes: I know! I know!"
"Does it -- do I too: to you?"

Breathe.

I was about to hit the sack, and then I started writing a long post about my weekend that turned into a rant. I've decided to sleep on it, because I ain't no complainer. It was basically a rant on shopping.

My mother's stay was awesome. I had so much fun girl-time with her. It felt good to bond and show her my world. Sidenote: at one point Kelly lent my mother a dollar and my mom goes, "Thanks, Girlfriend!" From now on, I'm calling Kells "Girlfriend."

Okay, so yes, I'm going to sleep on the rather scream-voiced rant, and maybe you'll see it tomorrow. Here's something that made me grin from ear-to-ear and all the ladies at the brunch table go "aw!" too. My friend Adam, ladies and gentleman:

Re: the last post.

Chris' foyer, courtesy of Jesse's iPhone.

More to come in a bit. Crazy, fun, weird weekend.

Just chatted with Jesse.

Jesse: Funny story

Jesse: I might be celebrating our engagement with Chris Kirkpatrick tonight. And someone from the Buccaneers that wants to meet us.

Kindly leading you on.

I've been losing my mind this week.

I'm all over the place trying to clean for my mom's stay. The cleaning has been swell, given that the second floor of our apartment is like a sweltering jungle. I need to get a mini-air condish for that STAT. I digress. Mother and I have some fun plans, and she's excited to hang with my girlfriends and be a "cool mom." She's very interested in the fact that I eat tofu and hummus, and therefore I plan on showing her the organic Brooklyn way. Ha. She gets in tonight and then I'll probably cook her some tofu and vegetables and we'll settle in for a good chick flick.

Tomorrow morning my mom and a couple of my girlfriends are venturing to Long Island for a covert mission...that may or may not involve something white. (!!!) Then probably Baby Mama.

In other news, I can't believe it's almost the end of April. What?! I'm excited for May, though - Bamboozle, friends in town, Motion City's WEEK in New York, Tegan&Sara concierto, my brother's college graduation and PARTY, and some quality Jesse time, of course!

Let's do a report on my non-internet media intake: I'm reading Edith Wharton's The Age of Innocence, which is excellent. It's one of those classics (first book written by a woman to win the Pulitzer Prize) that I always wanted to read, but never got around to. Also, I had to read Wharton's Ethan Frome in high school and I hated it. I should probably give it another try. I'm listening to Damone. I'm so making a post about this band, though I know very little about them, and that's okay. They rock and my next muxtape will surely include a song off their last album. And finally, I'm watching: television has fully returned, though apparently ALL ON ONE NIGHT. Srsly? Ugly Betty, Grey's Anatomy, 30 Rock, The Office, and LOST? I skipped Grey's, but everything else was pretty stellar.

Also in May...it's almost summer. Which means my inner nerd emerges as the comic book-based movies roll out. Iron Man...Hulk...(cross-cameos!!) and...AND...

Yes, Christian, you are! You are!
YOU ARE BATMAN.

My new friends.

I accidentally pressed enter before finishing.

I Drano-d the crap out of my bathroom sink last night (entire bottle) and I actually heard the clog go "wooooosh!" & now everything drains smoothly. I got really excited about that. Thought I'd share.

Random quote time.

I want to get a stripper that is innapropriate and old (but not too old, just the age where it'll be awkward all around, like 40 or something) but I'm not having any luck so far!! :(:(:(

(from an e-mail to me this morning.)

on that note it is morning still and i have already had a full day. I eat the bones and the guts of my day after the meat is done and then I eat the eyes. I am a day crusher.

(ryan adams via his brilliant blog.)

My brother is getting serious with some girl, and they are coming to visit [redacted] pretty soon. The bitch better step correct, that's all I'm gonna say.

(another email. may or may not be from the same person quoted earlier.)

Also: my fianz...he has secrets. Pay attention.

And I'm back!

So my plans changed on Sunday. My flight was so delayed into Newark, that leaving the following day was a better choice (rather than traipse from NJ to BK at 1 in the morning). That, and, Jesse at first jokingly texted me about coming back after I left for the airpot. Then, as the situation worsened, he got serious. I had to agree that the three days felt so short...haha. So we were able to book a flight for Monday (yesterday) and I got to spend another day with him.

Motion City's day off was spent in Pensacola, Florida and we were expecting all sorts of fun when we heard about "Fun City," an amusement and water park. However, most of the dilapidated park was closed and so Joyce, Tony, Jesse and I just played skee ball (named "Ice Ball" here) at the Fun City arcade. As you can see, we had some thumbs-up fun.

My flight last night went fine, and today I'm just trying to play catch up at work & via the internets. My mood is decidedly subdued, but that's just me coming off the high of being around him for the past four days.

Plus, my mother is coming to visit this weekend and I have to clean and complete a checklist of errands before she descends upon my abode. Must hide everything critique-able. In all honesty, I really am looking forward to her visit and all that we have planned. :)

Houston.

I am not in New York. I am still in Houston. I am flying back tomorrow.

-- via hip delayed flight and impulsive decisions top

MCS via balcony & adorbs.

-- via hiphopopotomaus top

I'm usually not like this.

Scene last night: Motion City starts playing and Joyce (Tony's lady
friend) and I are in the VIP section trying to get a view, as there is a
row of people in front of us. In front of me, there is a lady I shall
call Primadonna.

Primadonna (to her husband): They suck.

Me: Excuse me, did you just say they suck?

Primadonna: They're just not my style, sweetie.

Me: Awesome. Well, that's my fiancee, do you mind if I stand there since
you don't like them? The spot is yours for Panic's set.

Primadonna (trying not to act too embarassed) pulls me in to the front.
Her daughter, totes embarassed, an MCS fan. Her drunk husband, yelling
boo during the set, probs cause of me.

Human fails.

-- via hip austin otherwise pretty awesome top

Austin so far.

Checkin' out this part of town, Beth!, Phantom Planet...and Phantom Planet crowdsurfing to their merch table. Sweet set, sweet band!

-- via hip stoked out on non-soapy margaritas top

Last night after the show.

-- via hip dallas dressing room top

Where I am.

Motion City was awesome...obvs. Panic is about to go on. First time, stoked!

-- via hip honda civic tour top

Erica's worst nightmare.

Put on a slow show for you, crack you up.

Tomorrow I'm flying out to TEXAS. I've never been to Texas. I've been through Texas. I fly into Dallas tomorrow, meet up with Jesse & le tour, then we're spending Saturday in Austin, and then I fly out of Houston on Sunday. The most exciting part is that I get to see Jesse, of course. It's only been two weeks, but, well, you know me (us) by now. I'm excited to see friends on the tour as well, and to experience a bit of Texas. Plus, it will be 86 degrees! Though, it's supposed to be in the 70s in New York this weekend - whatever.

I google image searched pretty much the only thing I know about Texas (and don't wince at)...SXSW. The only other thing would be Austin City Limits. But, uh, my virgin mind plans on discovering more! And reporting back to a certain friend...

Yesterday Jesse was stranded in Tulsa, as their bus is still missing in action, and we had a couple of hours of video chatting. (No screencaps for you, though I can hear you breathe that sigh of relief). It's good to know that we can still talk for hours on end, and that I can tell him things that I've never told anyone - whether they be secrets or ideas floating in my head. I've never been so uncensored with anyone. It feels great.




Psst. I have a plan. And so does he. We make a damn good team.

Too much kahf!+eeeene!

I told you all about my blind people dream a couple of days ago. I should also tell you that I'm really weird/cautious about dreams. I've had dreams with people I don't know in them - and then years later, I meet those people in real life. This has happened a few times. It creeps me out. I get deja vu a lot, as well. And then I saw THIS ARTICLE. Headline: Blind Man Killed Fiancee for Not Wearing Engagement Ring.

Things on my mind lately: blind people exacting revenge, my recent engagement.

WOAH. But funny. But still. WOAH. (Who am I, Joey Lawrence?) I'd say this was another case of kavorka, a concept Christy explained to me about coincidences of the same things reoccuring in our lives once it's introduced, but I googled the word and apparently it's just a male attractiveness thing that was brought up in an episode of Seinfeld (which, really, is another incident of my previous definition of kavorka, given Jesse's penchant for what he deems The Best TV Show Ever).

Moving on before my head explodes...Happy Birthday to RICK!!! Coincidentally (oy with the poodles already!), Rick is my go-to music guru and he just made an awesome muxtape that I've been listening to on repeat today.

My new favorite LOLcat expreshun (haha) is "I had a sad." This is important news! I would have incorporated it seamlessly into a paragraph, but I didn't has a sad! Aka good day.

Also, today is a good day because I get a free lunch. Yes! And there is a salad with pears and walnuts in it and this makes me happy + the freeness. Okay, had two cups of coffee this morning. Must calm down.

I'll end with a picture of a hilarious wedding invitation:

Don't worry, nobody will be getting that invite. ;)

Long day.

Jesse's was longer, however. Their tour bus broke down on the way to Oklahoma for their next show, and then their just-booked flight got delayed seven hours...and then they decided to rent a van to make a six-hour drive. Luckily, they made it and apparently had a great show. I tried keeping his spirits up all day with texts and e-mails. And he returned...via e-mail:

Seriously?!

-- via hip concert ticks top

Sugar, spell it out.

That's where I'll be tonight! This is Ivy League puts on a great show, and I'm stoked.

In other news, I had a horrible dream last night. It played out like a fairy tale or a fable, where all these atrocities were being committed against blind people, but then the moral of the story came about when all the blind people got revenge. I was horrified because is this an indicator that I am, in fact, going blind??? Hopefully not. My eyes are feeling great...though I'm still waiting to put my contacts back in.

Also, people finally started making muxtapes! Today I've been rocking out to the great mixes by Aileen & Sean. They quite rule my face.

Random pictures.

Jesse keeps me updated via his iPhone. Justin (MCS lead singer) doing an acoustic in-store in San Diego yesterday.

Oh hai. (Fanx for the share, Dags)

Kells, Jiscilla, fakey engagement ring.

Dags, unamused.

Brooklyn thrift-store windows give me such great wedding inspiration. For the bridesmaids, yes?

We always leave the video chats happy :)

I had more pics with my girlfriends in them, but my sidekick is being stupid and it's literally been two hours trying to get it to send to me. I'll edit later with those. UPDATED!

All was golden when the day met the night.

Yay! It's the weekend!

Yesterday at work my boss let me leave early, but i had plans for dinner & a movie with the girls, so I ended up traversing most of Manhattan between 60th Street and 14th. I decided to cross the island on 52nd Street because I remembered Ryan Adams said it was rad, and I didn't really get it, but then I happened upon an extravagant window display for a wedding dress designer - in fact, I think they just opened the store that day, as it was from Italy and all these Italian dudes were standing in front of the display, still arranging it. Coincidence? I don't know.

After touring Erica's new workplace and thanking the Wendy's gods that decided to slip extra jr. bacon cheeseburger into my bag, Erica and I met up with Gaby and Kelly to see Smart People. It was good, but nothing special. Then we wanted margaritas, so we went to this place around the corner from the Angelika called "Senor Swanky's" and it was the worst Mexican food experience we've all ever had. Honestly, the margaritas tasted like SOAP. Then the quesadillas came out. It was basically slices of American cheese with ketchup. Gross. We're laughing it up, though, because it describes itself as a "celebrity hangout" (seriously, it's on the menu) and there's autographed pictures of Dan Akroyd and Whitney Houston and others on the wall. Then Gaby points out that all the signatures are the same handwriting. HA. Honestly, we're having a lot of fun. And then the bill comes. $75?! Wow. We did not leave a big tip.

So we needed to get the soap margarita taste out of our mouth (they didn't give us water) and we went to another Mexican place that also failed because they had no seating and their bar was a floor above and it had a five dollar cover. WHAT? We went to our Italian pizza standby and got lemon-vodka milkshake things. But they weren't up to par. Seriously? What's with today today?

Luckily I returned home to videochat! For like two hours. Ah, this post almost escaped any mention of barftime, but you're getting it. The great part is that during our conversation Panic was playing on stage and I was like, "Wait, what's that song?!" because it was kind of hard for me to hear, and then Jesse started singing it and I was like passss deee chevaaaaaalll. Yes! Also, in six days I get to see him in Texas and I'm SO excited. I made a gif! But then blogger wouldn't let me upload it, so you can see it here and BARF!

Later, Erica and I are going to thrift stores looking for prom dresses. Explanation to come later.

Leaving work....

Yeah that says 75 degrees!!!!

-- via hip it will probably snow tomorrow top

But I'm just a call away.

Oh, Pete and Ashlee, you really stole the barftime thunder today by announcing your engagement. Never fear, I video chatted last night:

Suckas!

Other than that, Erica and I had a delightful evening watching parts of the John Adams miniseries. I totally thought John Hancock was hot because he looked like Justin Theroux and took to calling him "John Hanhott." Then I IMDB'd that dude, and uh, it was Justin Theroux. I'm an idiot. Also, Erica's favorite historical figure is apparently Alexander Hottilton and least-favorite is Aaron Boo. Okay, we're both idiots.

It's glorious out today. Of course, I'm inside, but I'm always in a better mood when the weather is sunshiney (not a word).

I'm clicking on random people's muxtapes and digging! The Gossip have a version of Aaliyah's "Are U That Somebody"? Really? Totally heard it today on a muxtape...and I'm probably going to download it later. Voila! Find new music via muxtape; so into this. None of my friends save Erica & Gurj have made ones though! Lame. Get. To. It.

MUXTAPE.

By way of introduction, I've made a pretty upbeat, happy mix. Starts off revving with some Liz Phair, gets folksy in the middle, and ends with some electric vibes. I don't know what I'm saying. CHECK IT OUT. MAKE ONE. LINK IT SO I CAN LISTEN DURING WORK! It's so easy, and I'm interested in streaming what you're listening to.

Also, I couldn't include the Esthero song or a Tiger Lou song because I bought them on iTunes and can't convert to mp3s. Lame. You will recall, of course, some songs I included:

01. Baby Got Going - Liz Phair
02. Last Night - Motion City Soundtrack
oh hai, obsession. also, fianz' band!
03. Up in Arms - Foo Fighters
the first Smile Like I Mean It!
04. Momentum - Aimee Mann
one of my favorite songs EVER
05. Monday Night - Ryan Adams
now you know where the name from my blog comes from
06. Pas De Cheval - Panic at the Disco
I'm way into this song, and surprisingly becoming obsessed with this album
07. Wake the Sun - The Matches
one of the best songs to start off your day with!
08. Castlebound - Monty Are I
not great sound quality, but they deserve some attention
09. My Boyfriend's Back - The Raveonettes
10. Hey Baby Remix - No Doubt (feat. Outkast)
I will be a ND fan for life

Do it! Click the tape! Do like??

But melt your headaches, call it home.

My eyes are finally feeling better today. Though I shouldn't really be looking at a computer after work, here I am. I'll shut it down soon. Nothing much else to report but the dialogue of Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennett soothing my evenings and the dimmed monitor of my computer making me work during the days. The eye problem was an anomaly added to the normal readjusting of my routine. Not quite there yet.

How are the ladies treating you, broseph?

Travis: ladies are whatever around here
Jessica: hahaha
Travis: can't wait to get out
Travis: lay the mack down when i get outta college on some saucy ladies
Jessica: OH WOW.
Travis: win.
Jessica: HAHAHAHAHA
Travis: haha, yes, alright, well im gonna go to bed cuz i got none last night (fail on my part)
---
I totes introduced him to "win" and "fail" when he visited New York.

Making my way back to the internet.

My eyes feel better. Not one-hundred percent quite, but better. I've gone the weekend without internet, and I think it should help for the upcoming week of work and uh, my internet addiction. Thanks for all the nice commentos.

Let me try to summarize the last few days quickly...

I had to leave work on Thursday morning to go to the doctor's because my eyes were KILLING me. I can't even explain it. But the doctor couldn't figure out what it was, and just gave me some prescription eye drops, which have helped.

Jesse was busy getting ready to leave for tour, but he (being the awesome fianz that he is) totally took care of me. He walked me to the pharmacy and made me dinner and kissed my eyelids. Perf perf barf perf.

He left early Friday morning, and I was sadder than I usually am. Since the beginning of our relationship these separations have always been inevitable, and I'm fine with it. But Friday morning I felt it more than usual. Maybe it's because he's now my fiancee, but I don't know. I miss him harder, too. He's only been gone two days and I miss his presence. I hug my pillow a lot. Ha.

But not to worry, my girls are always there to make me smile!

On Friday night, Erica and I were sitting home relaxing when Rob Hitt invited us over for hangs at his place. We went over and it ended up being a nice little party. Lauren Ashley and I discussed her kittens, Suarez mentioned something about dropping that Jesse and I were engaged in a podcast interview (??), and a ton of dancing around in a tiny living room. Small gathering, big fun. Great people. [Sidenote: Happy Birthday to Alex Suarez!]

On Saturday the Curbsiders sans Christy (who's cavorting in China for two weeks - kavorking? - inside joke for Dex) got together at Kells' Hells Kitchen apartment for hangs. Our afternoon extended into the night...into the early morning. Jiscilla sums it up pretty well over on her blog. I will say that we thoroughly enjoyed the Christopher Walken-hosted SNL in a Sparks-induced frenzy. I was certainly in a frenzy. We (me?) had a little Panic dance party before we traipsed out at three am. Then we got hit on a lot yadda yadda yadda and went to the SNL after after party and danced to oldies until the Sparks wore off and then Erica and I wanted to pass out. We got home at six am and I woke up at some point this afternoon...but I feel okay!

I told you I dance. Party.

Oy, I can feel the burn coming back to my eyes. How will I survive this week?

He left early this morning...

And I miss him so much already.

-- via hip phantom limb top

M.I.A.

I don't have pink eye, according to the doctor, but I can't look at
computer screens. Actually, even having my eyees open hurts. I'm out.

-- via hip at this rate I'm going blind top

Besame mucho.

It's been a long day. And I think we can all tell. Hi.

Oh, hello.

Okay, now you're just crowding my shot.

Sigh. Let's do ugly faces. Okay.

I know you want to hear me catch my breath.

This picture reminds me of our first kiss. And right now my eyes hurt so much, I need your eyelid kisses.

He always makes me feel better. Never fails.

Changed my whole life to make some room.

Smiling Like I Mean It
[songs that make me smile no matter what.]

6. "Everyday is a Holiday" - Esthero featuring Sean Lennon. This song puts me in such a good mood whenever it comes on! It's got "la da das" and horns and when I'm walking down the street I want to break out in song like I'm in a music video. It's such a great walking-in-the-city song because there are lyrics like, "hopped on the metro, and I'm on my way home, but I can't get him out of my mind." Which (obviously!) reminds me of Jesse, WHICH may or may not have made me include it on my last mixtape (playlist, whatever) to him.

---

Sidenote: I've decided to make one of those muxtape things I'm hearing so much about, and I'll be linking it here soon! It's just a playlist you can listen to over the computer without downloading or anything - it's pretty brilliant, in my opinion. It even works on my work computer, which never plays anything on youtube or song-wise because of the company firewalls. Check out Erica's HERE! And if you have one, let me listen to it :D

Okay, in two last snippets of music news:

1. My dad e-mailed me this morning because he heard the New Kids on the Block were going to perform on the Today show Friday. My obsession as a kid was pretty fierce. Not gonna lie. Even my dad remembers!

2. Liz Phair's Exile in Guyville is being re-released on ATO Records, slash Dave Matthews label. Also, she's now signed to the label and her next album is due in the fall. Mr. Matthews, I don't loathe you so much as your fans (no offense), but well done, well done. I didn't much like Liz's last fare into recording, but damned if I don't listen to whitechocolatespaceegg at least once a month. Fingers crossed.