Nothing's Gonna Change My World
I just deleted my old journal. I change too much to have that load of bollocks attached to me. Happy Birthday Puerto! Congratulations on successfully making it nineteen years and still not having in your possession a driver's license or a learner's permit, BRAVO!
Adam and Tucker's first night of the return of the Scott Walsh Comedy Foundation was last night at Moose on Main. They sucked, which was sad. But, in their credit, no one showed up and they hadn't prepared a thing, so they kinda were supposed to. This guy, one of these post-modern hippies, took the stage post- Scott Walsh with his guitar and frizzy white rasta hair and just cracked me up. He got in the zone, and there was just no stoppin' him. Imagine John Mayer's guitar faces....with no purpose behind them. Absolutely classic.
In other news, I have now finally seen Elephant. Gus Van Sant has now made his way from my top ten favorite directors to my top five. Elias McConnell is a phenomenal photographer, check him out.
I am going to Lexington tomorrow with Puerto and maybe Adam for the Kentucky Theatre is showing Latter Days (an independent film about gay mormons) that Puerto has his heart and soul on seeing, and Monty Python's Life of Brian (arguably the best they made). So, on that note: SHIBBEE!! I get to go to the place where I saw The Goonies and Lost in Translation on the big screen. (For I detest Florence more and more) as well as....well, come to think of I frequent the Kentucky fairly often. How 'bout them apples?
This irks me that I've made this a public post because I very much dislike everyone or the notion of everyone being able to read my "blog" as livejournal so eloquently states. But, I wanted to announce that the god-forsaken ekusoutherngirl has ceased to exist, and then I got taken away on a handful of tangents that have at least provided one of the four people who read this the beloved inner chuckle we so fondly have dubbed "lol".
On that note, Seacrest Ou
Adam and Tucker's first night of the return of the Scott Walsh Comedy Foundation was last night at Moose on Main. They sucked, which was sad. But, in their credit, no one showed up and they hadn't prepared a thing, so they kinda were supposed to. This guy, one of these post-modern hippies, took the stage post- Scott Walsh with his guitar and frizzy white rasta hair and just cracked me up. He got in the zone, and there was just no stoppin' him. Imagine John Mayer's guitar faces....with no purpose behind them. Absolutely classic.
In other news, I have now finally seen Elephant. Gus Van Sant has now made his way from my top ten favorite directors to my top five. Elias McConnell is a phenomenal photographer, check him out.
I am going to Lexington tomorrow with Puerto and maybe Adam for the Kentucky Theatre is showing Latter Days (an independent film about gay mormons) that Puerto has his heart and soul on seeing, and Monty Python's Life of Brian (arguably the best they made). So, on that note: SHIBBEE!! I get to go to the place where I saw The Goonies and Lost in Translation on the big screen. (For I detest Florence more and more) as well as....well, come to think of I frequent the Kentucky fairly often. How 'bout them apples?
This irks me that I've made this a public post because I very much dislike everyone or the notion of everyone being able to read my "blog" as livejournal so eloquently states. But, I wanted to announce that the god-forsaken ekusoutherngirl has ceased to exist, and then I got taken away on a handful of tangents that have at least provided one of the four people who read this the beloved inner chuckle we so fondly have dubbed "lol".
On that note, Seacrest Ou