Saturday

As of yesterday, I officially have no job! That disappointment was only slightly eased by piña coladas and beers by the pool. As you already know, I'm in the process of looking for work - to no avail. For the time being I will be selling old text books, posting random objects on Craigslist, and donating plasma. Oh and this stupid Fray ticket, it's stuck to me like a piece of static-y plastic - I can't seem to get rid of it! If anyone wants to buy it from me, please let me know; the concert is on Friday, July 24.

We're still trying to rent out the property in Denton. A person called, but he bailed twice! Why?! I mean, I understand the first time; however, once we arranged to meet again, he bailed the second time and never returned our calls. Strange, strange people in this world. Of course that put us in a terribly nasty mood, having had to drive out there twice. I'm talking about my mother and I. We bickered all the way home. Stressful.

In other pleasant news, Daniel is moving next Wednesday. It should be fun to see what his new place is like. Also, apparently their new album is almost finished! More than 5 songs I haven't heard - that is quite exciting and I can't wait to get a copy. I've said this to him before, but Violent Still Life is indeed one of the better projects he's been involved in. Did I say better projects? I meant ridiculously awesome and good.

I just found out Daniel's friend Hubbs is attending Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago! Ugh, jealous. The lineup is freaking amazing - especially Sunday's, which explains why tickets for that day are sold out. I adore the Flaming Lips. And Mew. They have a new album coming out with the craziest title -

No more stories
Are told today
I'm sorry
They washed away
No more stories
The world is grey
I'm tired
Let's wash away

Ha, brilliant. And not only that, two of their track titles are pictures, not words. Below is a short and sweet song from their first album. I'm not actually that jealous of Hubbs. Daniel and I are going to try to make ACL this year. It will be my first time. Friday's lineup is looking pretty tasty.

How do you even?!

How do you even manage to get onto the ramp and drive 10 miles the wrong way on the highway?! I'm both angry and heartbroken over this disaster. Hannah was a really good high school friend. We've drifted since college and I don't even know her phone number, but this is absolutely terrible news. Judy and I were trying to make plans to see her at Parkland, but the ICU doesn't allow visitors that aren't immediate family. I just hope she's doing ok. Of course the asshole driver was in fair condition after the accident. Apparently there are a lot of these cases occurring in the metroplex, which terrifies me. Especially when these delusional drivers are driving at speeds of up to 70 mph! I just want to say watch out, stay out of the fast lane as it has been reported that drivers going the wrong direction tend to stay to their right, and definitely be conscious of what time you're going home as most of these accidents happen around 2 a.m. - you know, when the bars close.

The truth will set you free

My weekend was really eventful. We went to Brad Billman's lakehouse off Cedar Creek Lake with Daniel's lifegroup. I enjoy lakehouses! I could be a lake rat all summer if given the opportunity. We swam, laid out, talked, rode jet skis, and relaxed. Oh, and ate tons of food. One funny thing was this guy Kevin who shamelessly dried off with a confederate flag towel. Sans the racism, I do appreciate what it represents - the rebel and the South. I love how Brad and Vicki furnished the house. Quaint furniture, cute figurines, and lake signs everywhere. We never got to go tubing behind the boat, but apparently we left just in time. There were some reported injuries for those who did go tubing! Meredith broke her finger and her husband cut his heel open. Augh!

After the lake, Daniel had to go to band practice and I went to Miriam's Passion Party. It was plenty fun, but I was so exhuasted from the sun that I couldn't even enjoy all the alcohol there. Julie was making everyone tequila poppers - tequila and 7up in a shot glass, covered with with a paper towel, and pounded twice on the counter to make it fizz up. It tastes like champagne. Sex toy parties are such novelty; everyone cannot help giggling their heads off in sheer embarrassment as they pass the vibrators and dildos around.

Yesterday, Daniel and I went to Movies 14 in Allen to watch Year One during matinee hours. It was so disappointing that we snuck into a second movie, Night at the Museum, to make up for it. Fortunately the second movie was far better. We ate dinner at Cici's and had a great conversation about future plans on the car ride home. I confessed to him feelings I had for another person while we were separated. It didn't make him too happy, but I was beyond relieved. The truth was I was an idiot during that time - insecure and starved for attention. I'm just glad it's all over with, that all those feelings have dissipated. Something just clicked hard and fast in my feeble mind, and I am truly remorseful but at the same time refreshed. What a world's difference it is to be emotionally available; when you're not into something whole-heartedly, it dies. I won't let us die. Not after all we've been through, no siree.

Vvzzvzwwzzz v. Obama

I thought the fact that the media even brought attention to this is quite humorous. And here is an even funnier response to the fly swatting - from the perspective of the dead fly's wife!

D&G

It has been a rough couple of months, but lately things have been going pretty well with Daniel. I have been growing to like him again. You know, as a person. Sometimes you get blindsighted when you've been with someone for a while, and you forget how awesome they are and what initially attracted them to you. One thing in particular is I had forgotten what a great musician he is. I have a new appreciation for that. And of course he is my rock. No one can pull through for me like he does. I'm going to try harder to make this work. This means I need to consciously remember not to act like such a complete brat. Needless to say I have been one for a really long time. I'm pretty sure that is a sign of maturity if I'm finally beginning to think of how my actions affect others rather than just focusing on myself. I want to make his time worthwhile. He's my boy!

Santigold

It's like Erykah Badu meets Karen O. It's like gold.

Take our hands out of control

No, yeah! I had a shit load of fun tonight. I just learned the definition of "fleeting."