just another southern girl who dreams of nights in NYC.
things have been hectic. chaotic. dramatic. cinematic.
then again, that's typical for me. minus the drama part.
Warped Tour was so long ago, but it was fun. got backstage. it's amazing how many white dudes (Mickey Avalon, 3OH!3, etc.) are coming out and are all like, "i can rap." it's amusing none the less. Family Force 5 still makes me happy. i was a pussy when it came to meeting Andrew McMahon. i saw him drinking a Corona, with lime mind you, and all i could do was stare. i have a problem. my goal before i die is to actually get words out of my mouth to this wonderful man and i will.
i got to see mister Dylan Gilbert again after a year or so. he stayed at our apartment. he liked my DVD collection. we talked about Ernest movies. he has some rare ones that i need to get my hands on. we watched the Golden Girls and he said he felt gay about it, but he enjoys it so it's ok. plus, it's a good show. we watched it the same night we learned that Estelle Getty died. talk about creepy.
the boy i was dating. psycho. i ended it. rather, he "threw in the towel." i thought only presidential candidates used such a term, but yes....you too can use it when refering to relationships. i have a lot going on in my life right now and he didn't understand that, among other things. i'm over it.
waiting for Trace Cyrus for 2 hours is no fun. i still love him. i love Meghan Harper too and seeing her in random places.
i finally got to see Lucero. for free. tequila, whiskey, and beer was had. made my life. after hearing that Elaine wasn't straight edge anymore, Ben Nichols says, "even sober people get broken hearts." Nichols is a poetic man. he held my hand. i wasn't sure he would let go. "this girl knows what i'm talking about." i really didn't.
i'm ready to see Nichols again with Chuck Ragan and Tim Barry.