doubts that we counted on fingers broken long ago
wow. it has been about 1283417298471243 years since i've updated.
college is a really fucking busy place. for example, i spend hours laying out pages for the newspaper, writing twenty-five-page papers [you think i'm exaggerating but i'm not], having two-hour auditions for things, going to concerts, clubs, parties... you get the picture. just twenty minutes ago an enormous egg rolled into my room and i had to decide whether to jump on it, throw it out the window or boil it.
...
that didn't actually happen.
but that COULD easily happen, because that's how busy things are.
last week i was in portland. i'm sorry if you, too, were in portland and i missed you. there are, like, several hundred thousand people who live there so you can't hold me accountable, in my opinion. anyway.
the portland trip was highlighted by ben, jessica, alexis, and i seeing GOD in concert. you may not believe we ACTUALLY saw god in concert, but we did. that's right: we went to the very much sold out rilo kiley show. and you know what? it was better than anything that's ever happened to man since the beginning of time. first and foremost: jenny lewis is waaaaay hotter than she looks in pictures--which is really hot. second and secondly foremost: she said she would have my children. i kid you not. i asked her after the show.
the show itself was STUNNING. just... brilliant. jenny and blake engaged in hilarious banter; they looked like they WERE the songs they were playing--jenny did this eyebrow wrinkle thing that is indescribable by the words currently available in the dictionary. i orgasmed about thirty nine times. their encore was "the execution of all things", which, in case you were wondering, is. my. favorite. song. ever.
you say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me; maybe you're right... ugh! GENIUS!
anyway, we DID get to meet the band, and score adorable t-shirts and get them to sign our copy of troop beverly hills... and also, i got to drink the drummer's iced tea. everyone's pretty jealous of me. i don't blame them.
so anyway, that was pretty much the greatest experience of my life. i could die now and be happy.
it was good to see jessica. i miss her. she's soft.
saw ian the next day--he looked so cute... it was good to see him. we went to the park... ian didn't like my shoes; said they were clunky. we went to the mall, too... DAVID was there the same day, which is trippy. we saw his car. then i saw HIM later that night. david not ian. anyway, i wish i could have spent more time with ian because i don't think he enjoyed himself. but c'est la vie.
next concert story:
TONIGHT was MY first concert! I FREAKING KNOW. we got to play a whole set... there was a poster and everything. there was fucking... sound equipment. they miced the piano TWICE and people were, like, GATHERED and fucking CHEERING through my emo banter. it was a dream come true. and now, pictures from that.
number one:
the sun was so beautiful this evening; and hannah is so beautiful so i took about 23847239 pictures of her. she's very photogenic. i love her.
number two:
they brought me a PIANO! a piano out-fucking-side. yeah, i know.
number three:
ben and me actually playing. most of these pictures are very unflattering of me. too bad piano such an un-hot instrument. it's because you can't cradle it to hide your fat...
..which i have a lot of. oh oh oh! but i definitely lost ten pounds since i got here. and i don't fit in my jeans. so i bought new ones in portland, and guess what size they are?!?!??!
SIX! i know. fucking a. it's amazing. i feel like a thin girl for the first time in my life. but then i compare myself to hannah and i feel like a slab just globbing through the halls.
joe sackett and ben malbin: hello.
college is a really fucking busy place. for example, i spend hours laying out pages for the newspaper, writing twenty-five-page papers [you think i'm exaggerating but i'm not], having two-hour auditions for things, going to concerts, clubs, parties... you get the picture. just twenty minutes ago an enormous egg rolled into my room and i had to decide whether to jump on it, throw it out the window or boil it.
...
that didn't actually happen.
but that COULD easily happen, because that's how busy things are.
last week i was in portland. i'm sorry if you, too, were in portland and i missed you. there are, like, several hundred thousand people who live there so you can't hold me accountable, in my opinion. anyway.
the portland trip was highlighted by ben, jessica, alexis, and i seeing GOD in concert. you may not believe we ACTUALLY saw god in concert, but we did. that's right: we went to the very much sold out rilo kiley show. and you know what? it was better than anything that's ever happened to man since the beginning of time. first and foremost: jenny lewis is waaaaay hotter than she looks in pictures--which is really hot. second and secondly foremost: she said she would have my children. i kid you not. i asked her after the show.
the show itself was STUNNING. just... brilliant. jenny and blake engaged in hilarious banter; they looked like they WERE the songs they were playing--jenny did this eyebrow wrinkle thing that is indescribable by the words currently available in the dictionary. i orgasmed about thirty nine times. their encore was "the execution of all things", which, in case you were wondering, is. my. favorite. song. ever.
you say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me; maybe you're right... ugh! GENIUS!
anyway, we DID get to meet the band, and score adorable t-shirts and get them to sign our copy of troop beverly hills... and also, i got to drink the drummer's iced tea. everyone's pretty jealous of me. i don't blame them.
so anyway, that was pretty much the greatest experience of my life. i could die now and be happy.
it was good to see jessica. i miss her. she's soft.
saw ian the next day--he looked so cute... it was good to see him. we went to the park... ian didn't like my shoes; said they were clunky. we went to the mall, too... DAVID was there the same day, which is trippy. we saw his car. then i saw HIM later that night. david not ian. anyway, i wish i could have spent more time with ian because i don't think he enjoyed himself. but c'est la vie.
next concert story:
TONIGHT was MY first concert! I FREAKING KNOW. we got to play a whole set... there was a poster and everything. there was fucking... sound equipment. they miced the piano TWICE and people were, like, GATHERED and fucking CHEERING through my emo banter. it was a dream come true. and now, pictures from that.
number one:
the sun was so beautiful this evening; and hannah is so beautiful so i took about 23847239 pictures of her. she's very photogenic. i love her.
number two:
they brought me a PIANO! a piano out-fucking-side. yeah, i know.
number three:
ben and me actually playing. most of these pictures are very unflattering of me. too bad piano such an un-hot instrument. it's because you can't cradle it to hide your fat...
..which i have a lot of. oh oh oh! but i definitely lost ten pounds since i got here. and i don't fit in my jeans. so i bought new ones in portland, and guess what size they are?!?!??!
SIX! i know. fucking a. it's amazing. i feel like a thin girl for the first time in my life. but then i compare myself to hannah and i feel like a slab just globbing through the halls.
joe sackett and ben malbin: hello.