Post-Concert Bliss

[WARNING: you probably just want to skip this one unless you have a strong liking for music and Jump, Little Children in particular... the details will most likely bore you.]

*Sigh* Yes, so I attended the J,LC concert last night at Dock Street Theatre, and let me say I enjoyed it immensely. It is quite possible that I got more dressed up last night, than I have in years. (Yeah, the whole skip your high school prom thing sucks in retrospect... but that's another topic that I will perhaps discuss later b/c I have much to say on that topic as you might have guessed.) So yes, I went a bit crazy--I made a necklace and earrings, but I did refrain from painting my nails in the wal*mart manacure way b/c I thought that might be a bit much. Anyway, thanks to my lovely assistant, Liz, I left confidently with my hair put back in some artsy manner.

The original plan actually worked for once. I met Tommy there, and we happily took our seats in the front row. (Oh, yes I was that dork that waited by her computer to buy the tickets when they first came out.) It's weird. It seemed like everything happened on December 28th: Dock Street (obviously), Tommy's birthday, the due date of all my library books (oops), and the day Garden State came out on DVD... ok that's not actually too much, but it sure seems like it when you sit around the house most days. I don't know how I'm going to be able to sit at home tonight and tomorrow night knowing that Jump is playing and that I could be there. Thus, I think I may end up going Thursday night... yes there is definately that possibility.

Anyway, back to the show. It was amazing. Jay's voice sounded better than I remembered. I mean it was just amazing how good he sounded. Matt cracked me up with his offbeat comments and outfit. Johnny... well what do I need to say about that man--he's my favorite, he's amazing. I mean how many people have you seen even play a big old stand up bass, let alone dance with it like he does. Then there was the whole conversation about Ward's outfit... the one he got from Bannana Republic. He admitted that "Chad" helped him pick it out... yes, Chad was my Spanish teacher for three years in high school, and I love that man, so we definately had a good laugh about that.

Man, I just didn't really stop smiling much last night. I love that post-concert blissful high feeling you get after a good show. I love it. I guess it's like an escape for me. My liking for good music resembles an addiction. I go through bouts of depression when I haven't listened to good music in a while, and when I get my fix I am ridiculously giddy. Yes, I'm sorry to admit it's true. Is it healthy? Well I don't know... there are better and worse things to be addicted to I suppose. OK, I'm done rambling... I'm going to go return those library books now and enjoy this gorgeous day.

Post-Christmas Feelings: A Christmas of Gloves

Yep, so Christmas day has passed. I have to say it was not too exciting. That may be because I knew everything I was getting because I picked out my presents with my dad this year. What I got in case you're curious: 3 CD's (a coldplay, a nick drake, and an iron and wine--which I like a whole lot and have listened to every night), a DVD (Napoleon Dynamite), and a Napoleon Dynamite T-Shirt (which I find humerous). Although to be fair, I did receive three items I did not know about: a pair of black velour gloves, a pair of tan velour gloves (actually everyone received gloves except for Stefan... how exciting), and a blue sweater (with leather trimming... not exactly my style, but good try, Dad). Sadly, I returned these three surprises. My dad did say I have one thing coming in the mail, however. At first this didn't excite me too much, but if that thing is an i-Pod, I would literally jump for joy and take back my oppinion that my parents can do no good by buying my surprises for Christmas. (I do not, however, think that the thing will be an i-Pod b/c sadly they are ridiculously expensive.) Yes, my family has not been the best at surprising me these past few Christmases (is that a word?). Last year I recieved this horrible aqua bluish bathrobe, but it wasn't terry cloth--oh no, that might have been acceptable--it was this horrible (sorry I can't think of another adjective worthy of this thing) long hairy material--like gorilla fur only flourescent aquamarine. I don't know what it was, but it was just... well horrible. I think you get the picture.

Don't worry though. I went shopping with my mom today, and I think we got some good stuff. To sum it up: a pair of pants from Gap, a fun striped sweater from Express, a long-sleeve Half Moon T-Shirt, two great skirts, and a warmer jacket. Wow, it looks like I'm a name-brand freak, but I'm not... well not really. It just happened that I found stuff I liked there. I do try to stay away from clothing that has the logo stamped across it though for the most part. I just don't think that's too cool. They should pay us to wear that stuff, shouldn't they?

So yeah, lately I have to admit I've been reading the Lemony Snicket books. It started out just because I was curious because as you should know, I want to see the movie, but I've now read the first 3 in 4 days. (I mean they're on the 5th or 6th grade reading level, so that's part of it.) They even have great pictures. They are pretty entertaining. As entertaining as Harry Potter? ummm... probably not. I mean they don't have as much going on in them b/c they're considerably shorter, but they are clever none the less. So if you find yourself with oodles of free time like me, you may want to consider checking out the first one at least. (Be warned: they are super expensive, so it is best to borrow them from your little brother's best friend as I did.)

Yes, then this is exciting: Jump, Little Children at Dock Street tomorrow night and again for me on Thursday night hopefully. I am pretty stoked to say the least. I admit that I even carried around a Sharpie markie today in case I stumbled across them down town. (I'm sorry to say I didn't.) I did, however run into Ella, and that was nice. She spotted me coming out of Barnes and Noble (caramel frappacino in hand which I think I'm addicted to) and claimed that she knew it was me just by watching the way I walk. hmmm... interesting, but hey that's pretty cool I think.

Of the things that plague my mind: I wonder if I will again be sitting at home on the couch in the living room on New Year's Eve... I figure there is about a 36% chance that someone will call me... will that someone be you?

Mindless Entertainment?

Hey guys. So I finally got out to the movie theatre today! That's just something that hasn't really happened since I've been at Wake. I'm not sure why really. I do enjoy seeing a good movie, but since school started I literally had only seen Garden State. (Twice, b/c I like it that much and would like to add it to my current DVD collection of one--Big Fish--when it comes out on December 28th which happens to be the day I see Jump, Little Children--one of my favorite bands and perhaps the best live band I've ever seen--at Dock Street Theatre from the front row and also the day of Tommy's 19th Birthday. Oh man, that's exciting.) OK, my was that a tangent. So I'm sure you're dying to know what movie I saw at this point. Well... it was The Incredibles. Now for those of you that don't know, my brother went through this phase where he'd watch the same movie oh a good three times a day for about a year, and one of those movies was Toy Story, so since then I have had this tremendous respect for Pixar animation. It truly is wonderful. Pixar movies are much funnier and are just clever. (Plus, I do like the animation a lot). I was slightly disappointed to see that the next Pixar movie coming out is about race cars, since that is just not my forte, but hey it's cool. Anyway, so I saw the movie with my dad and my brother, and of course we ate at Fazoli's as is customary with us. I really do believe I've eaten there more times than any other restaurant even though there isn't one in Moncks Corner. So yes, if you haven't already, do see this movie. Oh and this probably isn't exciting to many other people, but I saw this movie poster at the theatre for a movie coming out next year called The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, and let me just say that I am excited about this for the following reasons: a) I read that book as a pre-teen or something, b) Amber Tamblyn from Joan of Arcadia is in it (I love this girl, and the TV show is great, too), and c) my girl Alexis Bledel (yes, from my favorite TV show and guilty pleasure--Gilmore Girls) is in it.

Yes, this brings me onto the topic of TV. Now generally I am not a big TV watcher...really it's true. I think many of the things on today are disgusting and degrading. You may think I'm a hypocrite for watching a WB show, and I probably am. For this I am sorry. Besides Gilmore Girls I do watch Everwood also and regretfully, The OC because my lovely roommate, Carol, is entirely obsessed. But because I am basically home all day now with nothing to do, I have been watching some television, I'm ashamed to admit. What I've been watching is The Real Life Gilligan's Island. Now before you laugh at me please remember that I have nothing to do all day, and come one it's better than MTV and soap operas. Yes, I fell in love with Mary-Anne-Kate and Gilligan-Chris yesterday and today through back to back repeats of the show. How can't you? There's just so darn good-looking, and they're a lot closer to my age than the millionaires, etc. Which brings me to this: why the heck should Mr. Stern, a real-life millionaire who has more than 500 mill win the cash prize? That just sucks if you ask me. Yes, tonight I got emotional over a knock-off reality TV show on TBS--yeah, it didn't even make it to a major network. The funny thing is I got Stefan (my 11 year-old brother) hooked on it, too. He was just as glued to the TV screen as I was. He freaked out whenever I turned to the Disney Channel durring commercial breaks to watch bits of Sister Act. (We also made some exciting connections tonight with Sister Act: First I saw that the chubby nun was also the chubby witch, Mary, in Hocus Pocus--one of my favorite movies as a kid, then I pointed out that one of the girls is Lauryn Hill, then Stefan pointed out that the old nun is Professor McGonagal from Harry Potter, of course. I was quite proud of him for making that connection of course.)

Oh my, so that is my stance on film and TV for today not that you care. I've come to the realization that no one will probably other read this besides me, but that's OK. I'm OK with that.

My Very First Entry

Ok, so here goes... yeah, I'm finally starting one of these things. I say finally because well I'm a dork, and I keep a personal journal anyway. (You really should try it. I'm serious. It's a great way to get some emotions out and even work out some of your issues. If you have issues, of course, which I'm assuming you do otherwise you wouldn't still be reading this.) So yeah, I will obviously not be recording my darkest and deepest thoughts here, but this will probably be more than you'll hear come out of my mouth.

On that note, I don't like being thought of as shy, and well... I don't know how people come to think of me that way because I have so much to say. (hence, this whole blog thing should be useful.) I guess I just don't do as well with big groups of people. I find a hard time getting in my thoughts sometimes when everyone is trying to talk at the same time... you know what I mean. I figure I'll just let someone else tell their story, and if the break in conversation is long enough, I'll jump in.

So yeah, I'm sitting at home. It's Christmas break. It's nice, but darn it I am sooooo bored. There are so many things I want to do. So many movies I want to see. Currently at the top of my list: Finding Neverland, Lemony Snicket's: A Series of Unfortunate events, and The Incredibles. Too bad I can't find anyone to go with me. (but I am not trying to evoke any pity here.)

So tonight my neighborhood had "The Festival of Lights." Yeah, it's this thing where everyone has to set out white paper bags every few feet with sand weighing them down and tea light candles inside. If you don't do it, the neighborhood people will bang down your door I think. It's just that serious. The whole thing seems rather ridiculous to me. I am not entirely synical though. I think it's a nice idea, but I feel like it's done more to advertise the neighborhood now, and not for Christmas really, and that is just dumb.

Ok, I suppose that is enough for now. I'm going to go watch the Hallmark Hall of Fame movie with my mom now. Yes, that is more or less how I spend my evenings.