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		I will marry Danica.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Denver in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 1 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Red Mini Cooper.
		I will spend my days as a Art Director, and live happily ever after.

Monolith Music Fest. Holy festivals, Batman!

Saturday:

    The Group, (Heather, Melissa, Adam and I) headed up. Drank. Watched shows. Met up with Nikkiiiiiiiiii and got a blurry picture with her thanks to Drunk Adam's inability to hold anything still that day. Ah well. He was a trouper and dashed up the stairs after her, poor Nikki. I was content with just seeing her walk by us a few yards away but Adam was intent on getting a picture of us together. Ahaha. Fabulous. Vampire Weekend was astonishingly amazing. Dance party, what? sspu, of course, rocked the shit out of the amphitheatre AND played some new tunes. Love. Stayed for Devotchka, almost fell asleep. Attempted to get back to Denver with Drunk Adam's directions. Somehow ended up in Denver and not Nebraska like we thought.

Sunday:
    The Group, (this time with Heidi joining us) got to Red Rocks again. Tokyo Police Club. Tilly and The Wall (Heather's favorite band. Also Heather's 27th birthday. I made a sign saying so. Tilly and the Wall wished her a happy birthday. Gave her a set list as a gift. Random people throughout the day told her happy birthday. Other bands here, some wandering there. Drinks all over. The Kills. Band Of Horses. Ended up leaving early and missed CSS - no worries however, we'll see them in Austin.

Monday:
    Drive back down to town from Denver. Get ready for Obama's rally here in Pueblo. Speech and crowd are beyond amazing. Was a foot away from shaking his hand. Spankin'!

This Coming Weekend:
    Somehow roped into taking a roadtrip with my mommies, Heather and her girlfriend-but-we-don't-call-each-other-that Krista heart Conor Oberst/Bright Eyes. Asked me to tag along. I asked Heidi to tag along. Road trip to Nebraska on Saturday. Hooweeee.

Following Weekend:
   Austin.

Minimal pictures behind the cut.( Snip Snip. )

Brother and his boyfriend showed up unexpectedly tonight from Denver. Brother and I are now friends again after a tiff we had. Brother invited me to go with him and boyfriend to Minneapolis during the New Year for boyfriend's hockey tournament.

Sister, Sister being me, is happy. Sister is going. Sister has a date will Mallllll of Americaaaaaaa.


On a side "fuck you republicans" note:

Heart Codemns the Use of the Song Barracuda at the Republican Convention [ 9/5/2008 ]

Rock Group Heart Condemn The Use of The Song Barracuda at The Republican Convention
Ann and Nancy Wilson of Heart have informed the McCain/Palin Campaign that Universal Music Publishing and Sony BMG have sent a cease-and-desist notice to not use one of Heart's classic songs "Barracuda," as the congratulatory theme for Sarah Palin.

The Republican campaign did not ask for permission to use the song, nor would they have been granted that permission.

"We have asked the Republican campaign not to use our music. We hope our wishes will be honored."

This is from Heart's official website. Way to break the law Republicans.



ONE WEEK UNTIL MONOLITH!!!!

I know it's way too early (Yeah. 8 months too early.) to be looking at apartments. But I finally found my dream apartment for when I move to Denver. Sam, my best friend who already lives/goes to Uni in Denver can either like it, or love it. There's no other option. I mean, there is. But that's the one bedroom apartment just for me option. And I'd much rather live with my gayboy.

The fact that they're GREEN apartments makes it a bajillion times cooler. Really - bamboo floors, wind powered electricity. Zoinks. But what sold it, aside from the ridiculous ease of affordability, was the decor/materials. Seriously. It's rad.

http://www.boutiqueapartments.com/prop_works.html#

Delicious.

( Nom Nom Nom )
In other news: I got a big fat enevelope in the mail the other day with tickets for the Monolith Music Festival. Two weeks!
Our Hotel in Austin is booked for ACL - Adam even made sure the room was smoking. What a darling.

First week back at Uni isn't too bad at all. Best semester ever coming up? I do believe so. Another reason to be an Art Major: You never have to do anything. My sister, the Soc/Crim Major has a million papers to write. I? Have a few photographs to take, an exhibit to help set up/conceive in our art gallery and a test or two to take over Native American Art. And that's it.

PS: Go Barack. I sort of wished I was there at Mile High (Invesco Field as I suppose it's renamed) for his speech. Thennn I remember about how the Denver Police were flexing their unchecked power earlier in the week toward protesters AND my friends (who weren't even protesting) and I'm glad I watched the DNC on TV, away from the mace and batons.

PPS: Hillary's tangerine pantsuit was fabulous. Hillary - 2012!

It seems as though my Razr breaking and reverting back to an old school Nokia brick cell phone wasn't enough.

Now I have to go and find some black-framed glasses online for ten bucks.

I asked my mom's, after she snickered at my "new" phone a few days ago, opinion of the glasses. "Well. As long as you wear them while you're only at home it won't be bad. They're nerdy." "But mooooom, that's the point!" "...Oh."

I asked my sister, the one who usually makes me feel nerdy and awkward anyway. "I love them! Get them!" "... Even if they're nerdy?" "That's WHY I love them. It'd be perfect for you! It's like those dinky glasses one of the twins had on during the movie!"  In my defense I've wanted big black framed glasses for quite some time.

 (On a side note while I was cleaning my miniscule square footage of space I call my bedroom I had Tegan and Sara's The Con: The Movie playing on my PC. Aforementioned sister came to hang out in here with the nephie poo. She findsT&S to be hilarious. And had me burn her a CD of their songs. AND. She may even go to their show in October with me. Ahaha. Score!)

Take that mom. 



I'll totally rock these out in public too. And I'll look good geeky doing it.

A list of my life at the moment.

1) I cracked and bought Tegan and Sara tickets for October because my paranoia at having to wait and wait and end up with seating instead of the pit area bothered me like none other.
1a) It's just my luck. I bought them Saturday morning went to Denver Saturday afternoon, lo and behold my brother's boyfriend tells me he'll buy my tickets.  I try and get him to reiumburse me for the 90 dollars and as usual, it gets put off and I once again come home without money from him. Blast!

2) Aforementioned brother and boyfriend had their softball game Sunday morning. It's a gay softball league with plenty of gay, lesbian and even a few straight folk league. Mainly gay and lesbian, however.
2b) I was proverbially cock-blocked! My brother's team decided to set up their camp on one end of the bleacher, CLEAR on the other end of the bleachers. Babe hunting Sunday at the softball fields? Nope. Not for me.
2c) I was an asshole. Made a liquor run (have I mentioned how much I love that liquor is now sold on Sundays?) and we end up going down some block in a projects-like neihborhood. Look to our right and we see the following picture. 
We circle around again after going to a gas station for water and I snap said picture with my phone. I? Am waiting for the heavy hand of karma to smite me for taking a picture of Lupita.
2d) Lupita is not her name.  It is, however, fun to repeat. Lupita Lupita Lupita. See? It was the name of a nearby Mexican cafe. She appeared Mexican. And passed out. From the night before. We, (my sister, our friend and I) were going to go wake her up and ask if she had a bathroom we could use. Poor girl. I wouldn't want strangers taking pictures of me if I pissed myself.
2e) But God damn was that funny. I felt horrible, but the amusement kind of outweighed the asshole-ishness at the time. 

3) I'm known as the slacker at work.
3a) I'd like to know why the hell everyone (two people) decides to call off, come in late (my supervisor) or leave early (my day supervisor.)
3b) The power went out. For five minutes. I had hoped it'd stay off so I can go home and sleep. My bad karma came through in the form of electricity. So here I still am.

4) I'm hella tired!
4a) Drunk croquet at 2 a.m. is pretty much amazing. I won.
4b) I got some rad technicolor braided from handkerchief strips bracelet. It's cooler (and maybe even more bohemian) than it sounds.
4c) And that is why I can't wait to move to Denver. Lesbian croquet is a-okay!

5) Monolith Music Festival.
5a) Nikki, my straight girl crush/bassist of my favorite band ever Silversun Pickups, wrote me and said she'd like to catch up with me when she and the band come in September to perform.

6) School.
6a) Three more days of it before I get  a few weeks to actually have a life during the week. I don't know what to do with myself!

I heard, thanks to Google News Alerts, that Danica and Milka puke-o Duno were involved in a little tiff yesterday during practice. It's times like these I thank the existence of YouTube.



 

Milka, I've said this for the past year or two - go back to wherever you came from. Just because you can fork up the money to race in IndyCar, doesn't mean you deserve to be in IndyCar. Give Sarah Fisher your ride. Or me. Or, an armless monkey. Anyone   Anything can drive better than you.

Danica? Well played, madam. Well played.

You  ever have one of those days where your hair just looks really fucking awesome and you want to gloat as much as humanly possible?

Yeah. I'm having one of those days thanks to my sister hacking away at what had become a mullet-disaster. Now, it's a really fucking marvelous mullet if I do say so myself. It makes my pumpkin-head look less pumpkiny and more... cantaloupe-y? Smaller. It makes my head looks smaller - and that's always a plus.


I'm usually not this egotistical about my hair. Or myself. I blame it on my inner Blue Steel.

Where am I going with this amazing hair? 

To bed. That's where. 'Cause I'm venturesome like that. Watch out now!

In a few words to rival the biggest understatement ever: Feist was pretty much amazing. As usual.

Groupie me got her set list. Surprise surprise.  Waited aboot ( Yes, you read that right/Canadian) half-an-hour after the show. Sheeee remembered me in the form of: "Hey! You're all smiles again! Just like at the Ogden last year!"  Ba-bam! So Leslie signed my poster, my Reminder Vinyl annnnnd the set list. And doodled on them of course... As usual. Ahaha.

I'll edit this later when I'm at work and I'll throw up pictures. For now, I've got to go to bed - in three hours I've got to be up for school and work.

EDIT:

Leave it to me to not do what I said. And because I'm far too lazy/tired right now, I'll throw up two photos.


Also. I was bitter at myself yesterday for not having an audio recorder for the show - especially after she played an unreleased couple of songs - namely Phantoms. I fell in love all over again with that song after having forgot about it last year. Bad Karen. I digress. I went in search of "Phantoms" and ended up coming across a torrent of Feist live at Bonnaroo in '07. I download it. Find out it's in a wonky .FLAC format. Find a nifty site that explains how to convert from .FLAC to .MP3 "for your hungry iPod". Fifteen minutes later I have LIVE FEIST ON RUMMY. (Rummy is its name - two guesses where the name came from.)

Three things I've learned this week.

1) How to make my very own distressed typefaces and images. This has come in handy for my T-shirt designs I'm doing for my studio.
2) How to convert .FLAC to .MP3.  It's opened up, (at the risk of sounding like a certain mermaid) a whole neeeeeewwwwww woooooorrrrrrrld.
3) I learn through osmosis. No, really. I hadn't taken a single note in my Mafia in America class. Nor did I study for the exam. I sat there and doodled and checked my social networking addictions. I, the art major, got an 87. Not bad. My sister, the Sociology/Criminolgy double major, got an 81.  IN YOUR FACE!     Sadly, I can only say that in the security of the blanket that is LJ. Should I attempt to say that out loud, near her, well... I'm sure I'd look like Tyler Durden after his run-in with Lou. Good ol' Lou.

Annnd operating on 2 hours of sleep for the past two days, for this kid, isn't smart. With that, I'm off to listen to some Live-Feist.

Tomorrow, which is technically three, two, minutes from now: I'll hopefully be able to boast about getting Tegan and Sara tickets.

A groupie can only hope.

Other fandoms just don't seem to be appealing lately, and thanks to the advice of my Aussie Slang Educating, Mistress of Imagery angelfire_08 have I decided to post up the drabbles I've done for Passion & Perfect to my own little waste of space journal. As I'm an incredibly lazy person, I'll personally be shocked if I manage to keep the drabbles uploaded/updated on time. But seeing as though the only productive thing I've done today is showered, I wouldn't put money on it. 


Or maybe I'll just make an occasional drabble dump - as I'm doing right....


Annnnnnd the drabble table. To be filled. Someday. Taken from... I don't know where. Somewhere on LJ. I'll give credit. When/If I ever find it.

The work week is over.

My 4 day weekend has just begun.

Pride in Denver? Hooboy.

Leave it to Colorado to have rain, disgustingly hot temperatures, more rain, sunshine and hail all in the same day.

Leave it to Coloradoans neither care nor be surprised and still dress in shorts and other summer-related attire.


Now I'm just waiting for some snow to finish off my weekend.

AND.
Apparently I may be getting into roller derby. Ahaha. My cousin knows a chick who does it and they're looking for people. I've only rollerbladed in the past few years. I find wheels out of line are just... out of line for me. So I guess I'll have to re-learn how to rollerskate.

Selling point: I get to pick a i'm-a-bad-ass-so-i'll-instill-fear-in-you-while-knocking-you-out nickname. 
Note to self: Go over Last Day of Magic lyrics and re-watch/re-read Fight Club for ideas. Or be lazy and get ideas from others.

Fuck me if I'm wrong but this has to be one of the coolest music videos ever. Granted I don't condone physical violence, but really, sometimes kicking some ass and making up just seems like the right thing to do. This video has raised my overall pumped-ness to see The Kills at ACL. Maybe Adam will fight with me when they play this song... One can only hope.

Not to mention that fact that I absolutely adore music videos with simple concepts and even simpler ways of shooting them. Low budget FTW.

Most addicting game as of late?

http://www.bored.com/games/racing/1/car_park_chaos/

I. Can't. Stop.

I wonder if A&E's Intervention would like to do a piece on me and this little gem.

I also wonder if I'll ever actually get work done at work. Pffft. Who am I kidding? How can being a valet be so mind-numbingly entertaining? I've no idea. But whoever created this game should be given a Nobel Prize. Srsly.