"starlight" by muse

i never tire of it

brad arnold - lead singer of three doors down- quiet, nice guy. friendly...ran into him in a mexican restaurant.

josh gracin - one of the biggest douchebags I've ever met. likes to flirt with 18 yr old girls in front of his wife. after-show-fan-meeting

bo bice - TOTAL SWEETHEART. wears sunglasses at night. smells good.  backstage at a show.

soon to be celebrity john ocallaghan of the maine: another sweetheart. down to earth. nice boy. in the trailer before the show.

"fersnickered."

aka, "too drunk to think coherently, don't ask this person any difficult questions."

I am completely oblivious to it.

Probably because I am so ohsosingle.

But bright and early tomorrow morning all those yummy chocolates go on clearance ! :)

most of the time i think: "aww shit, this person is SO pissed at me, and i have no idea why."

In no particular order ....

* Led Zeppelin - III
* The Beatles - Abbey Road
* Saosin - s/t
* Paramore - Riot!
* Fall Out Boy - Take This To Your Grave
* The Academy Is...- Almost Home
* Terry Reid - s/t
* Jason Mraz - Mr.A-Z
* My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade
* Green Day - American Idiot (it never gets old!)

 FLASHDANCE.

Oh my lord, I cannot fully articulate how much I loathe this movie.

The dialogue is so rediculous that its almost hilarious, but too pathetic to laugh AT. 

She lives in an abandoned warehouse...safely, securely, and free of bums and crack heads? Right.

The Zanzibar scene is so over the top and the nudity is uncalled for. 

I had no sympathy for the blonde chick when she screwed up her figure-skating routine. Boo hoo, you suck. 

So, did she even get the coveted spot in the dance company after her big stunt-doubled performance in the end? It doesn't TELL us, it just shows her smiling and slobbering all over her boss. She MIGHT not have gotten the spot, she might have just been pleased with her performance. They might have said, "Hmm. That was very nice...but ...not what we are looking for...Have you tried the Zanzibar?"

I'll NEVER understand why people love this movie so much. Even the music sucks. Yeah, even the music.

 Five songs I'm really into right now:

The Format - "First Single"
Tegan and Sara - "The Con"
Metro Station - "Shake It"     i admit it.
Duffy - "Mercy"
The Spill Canvas - "All Over You"


...yours?

interesting fact: 

our city's episode of Extreme Home Makeover airs tonight (or is supposed to, anyway). 

They came in and helped out a family in midtown...and you know how in other episodes they can tear down and rebuild and furnish a house in one week? I never thought that was for real, but it IS. The crew came in on a Friday and revealed the home the following Friday. Impressive.

 Well first off, I'd like to apologize to the red carpet interviewers who asked me "who are you wearing?" and I told them "I don't know or give a fuck." Its a black dress and I'm wearing it, so there. 

Alright, I'd like to thank my director for letting me do things my way, which is always the better choice. And my co-stars for leaving me alone when my trailer door was closed, because if we have any chemistry, lets keep it in front of the cameras, ok? And the crafts service crew, for all the wine and chocolate a girl could ask for even if I woke you all up at 3am to get it for me. Oh, and to all the other nominees...I don't really have anything to say about you, I just know its customary to mention you. So thanks , and to quote Kevin Spacey when he accepted his Oscar: "This is the higlight of my day." 

::music swells::

Oh, and I'll be skipping the Governors Ball. I'll be at Diddy's party if anyone is looking for me.

 well, i went to work for the first time this week; since I was sick I was at home in bed two days prior. I was there only four hours, I could barely hold my head up. 

Today I stayed at work all day and went home and drink a bottle of Arbor Mist sangria, and ate a heart-shaped lollipop to make up for Vday. 

exciting.

Hmm.

"Once there was a bird
With a yellow bill
That sat upon my window sill.
I lured him close with a piece of bread;
And then I crushed his little head."

my grandfather taught me that one, I think.

If you were expecting Plath or Dickenson...sorry.

SO.......I have my very own chair in a salon now. Where my future clients will sit for me to their hair. Oh yes. Today was my first day, and it was lovely. Its just me and the owner, Shirley, and she's a hoot. I think I'm really gonna like this. AND, as a bonus, its about a five minute drive from my house, and I go in at 10 in the a.m, which is beyond perfect.

So, yeah, I didn't earn any money today but that is OKAY. I will.

I will have to get a night-time job, though...so I can move outta the house.

Yanno what I love? Old Navy. I love it. I buy way too much stuff. Today, two camis and two basic 3/4 sleeve tops. I shouldn't, but I did. And it made me happy.

Okay so my friend Mary Beth finally gave birth Wednesday morning to Molly Rae, who is adoooorable. But I've only seen myspace pics- she's all the way in Jackson Miss.


I THINK I've found a job. I went into this little hair place thats about five minutes from my house, and only the owner works there. We talked for awhile, her client came in and we all talked awhile, and she wants me to come in Tuesday morning and bring my grandmother so I can do her haircut. This one seems promising. She was insanely nice and genuine and seemed so much more at ease than my former boss. I hope this one works out.
*knock on wood*

I am DYING to just...dye all of my hair pink. I want to so, so , so badly. These pink chunks are fine, but I want full blown anime-chick pink hair. sigh. Once I get my clientele going, I WILL have pink hair, ya'll.

besides trying not to wreck, i turn up the radio and sing. admire my sunglasses in the rearview mirror. frantically search for my brick of a cell phone.

When I heard that Foo Fighters were going to be playing nearby in Pensacola, I was bummed because financially it just wasn't going to happen this time. But hey, its cool, Foo Fighters tour a lot and I'll have other chances to see them. But then I heard yesterday that Jimmy Eat World AND Against Me! are both going to be opening for FF that night! ARRRRRRRRRG!

But thats okay, because 2007 was the year of rockin concerts for yours truly. Its a good year when you see Muse, My Chemical Romance, 311, Matisyahu, Particle, Chris Daughtry (eh), The Used, The Bled, Flyleaf, Joan Jett, Hellyeah, The Wallflowers,Blues Traveler, Hinder (eh), Black Stone Cherry, Finger 11, Plain White T's, Cute Is What We Aim For, Gym Class Heroes and the cherry on top, Fall Out Boy-third row, moshpit. Ooh, and Jollyfest, a local hardcore/punk show where my friend Nick's now-defunct band gave a great performance and we met the next big thing in hardcore, Death of Skepsis.

But 2008 looks like its going to be relatively calm in the music front. Dang. UNLESS I can convince someone to go to Pensacola with me, to some vegan kitchen that hosts emo/punk shows, and Bayside is on the itinerary for February. This is actually pretty cool. Bayside is one of those bands that could be HUGE if radio programmers decided to put away the Fergie songs and expose all my local yokels to something a bit less annoying. Granted, they DO play Paramore occasionally, but only because Paramore's latest songs have found their way to TRL and the veejays all ask Hayley if she is the next Gwen Stefani. NO. She's Hayley.

I guess since I'm an old Paramore fan, it makes me a bit irritated that I can tune my radio to the local Top 40 and hear Paramore. I don't want to share Paramore with the TRL tweens because TRL will just make them look like a manufactured trend put together by the label, and that is so not the case. Hayley Williams has incredible hair and a wicked sense of fashion, and its her OWN- she does not have a stylist picking out her clothes. (Though I would KILL to be her hairdresser.) Everything that is on Paramore's records are their own, Max Martin had nothing to do with it and neither has anyone who has been in a studio with Ashlee or Avril. Even Peter Wentz is a fan, and its not because they're labelmates. (His very public relationship with Ashlee Simpson is a whole other thing I could go on a tangent about, but I'll save that for later I guess..even though when I was only yards away from him at the Fall Out Boy concert, Ashlee was the furthest thing from my mind)

I think I have that seasonal depression disorder, the one where from January to February, I just get glum and sad and don't know why. True, I'm at home jobless and that always makes me more depressed...I hope I can find something soon. I hate this.

**EDIT**
My aunt Terri just called and really cheered me up. She wants me to get the Wonka Salon job too <3

Continued the job search today.

It didn't go as well as planned, but still good. My final destination ended up being a salon for kids, and wow, its amazing. Do you remember the feeling you got, the first time you saw Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and Wonka opened up the door to the Chocolate Room, and you saw the amazing sight that it is, all the bright colors and the looks on the childrens' faces? Walking into this place was kind of like that for me. Each wall was a different bright candy-color, shelves full of beanie babies and girly things for sale, glitter, princess crowns, mini-shampoo chairs and manicure tables; a tv blasting some cartoons, and it ....just...wow.

"Come with me, and you'll be in a world of pure imagination..."

The owner wasn't it, but I chatted with the girl that was there for awhile. About color and hoity-toity salons and whatnot. She took my information and promised to give it to her boss- its just her and the owner working there- and I could hear from her tomorrow. I really hope so; this place would be perfect for me. Colorful, cheerful, hourly pay, and friendly co-workers. And after each client, I would get to sprinkle them with glitter, apply a temporary tattoo and of course a lollipop for the road.

Mom just walked in the front door and asked me if I got a job today. No. *sigh*

Okay, so has anyone watched American Idol this week? I told myself I wouldn't. But of course, Mom and Dad did as they always do, and I couldn't stay away. I'm not surprised that bad singers show up...its the people in rediculous costumes that astound me. How did they get past the registration booth? Sure, the producers let them in becuase they make for good television...but do these people really, truly, BELIEVE that they're going to get a golden ticket while dressed like the Wicked Witch of the West? Or Princess Leia?
It almost made me a bit sad-or disturbed- to see how many truly WEIRD people are in this country? I don't mean like oh haha theyre weird, but as in: holy crap, these crazies might have already killed a few people before they got to the auditions.

I think my mother's new hobby and pasttime is to annoy and fluster our beagle into a tizzy then tell me to let him sleep in my bed with me.

"MMMBop" by Hanson.

I was 12 years old and Beatlemania returned to America via three brothers with longer, prettier hair than mine. I suddenly found myself making friends with the other 6th grade girls on the basis of how they felt about Hanson. Shayna for example: I was tight with her through middle school AND high school, all because we both had obsessed over those stupid boys.

You thought that song was catchy, reader. Admit it.

I GRADUATE COSMETOLOGY SCHOOL TOMORROW, PEEPS. THATS RIGHT.

I am so excited. exhausted. relieved.

I only have to be there for 3.5 hours tomorrow evening, but two girls have requested i put fuchsia panels in their hair, which adds about two hours onto my day. (because first i must foil in some bleach, wash that out, and THEN apply the fuchsia Manic Panic). I'm excited that they asked me to do it, I'm flattered. So I'll stop complaining now.

And Saturday, I'm giving my aunt Teri strawberry blonde lowlights. And I guess on Monday, I'm doing Bestfriend's highlight touchup. KaChing!

Speaking of Aunt Teri, she bought herself a new car-a Ford Fusion. So she had a 1997 Escort sitting in her yard, beyond any repair she wanted to put into it...so she gave it to me =)!! My escort is 1992 and on it's last leg; dad is going to fix up the '97 and I'll have myself a new car. As a gift. Aunt Teri asked me how much her lowlights will cost...and I have a funny feeling I won't be able to accept any money from her. She gave me a car.

It's been a good week. Goodbye sweatshop of a school; hello... chop shop Supercuts or something. O well. Could be worse I guess. Not everyone can get a job as a hairdresser. I think I'm going to like being able to say that I am a 'licensed professional'.

ps: i quit my job a month ago. i used to like my boss. but i quickly grew to despise her. she didn't have the guts to fire me, either.

Saosin has become the band of the moment for me. I cannot get enough.

In three months or less, I finally graduate from cosmetology school. and then, i will buy myself a car. one that runs. and has air conditioning. because right now, i feel like i'm driving around town in a coffin.

I am restless. Don't drink that new Pepsi Max drink unless you LIKE being so hyped up and shakey that you feel you might puke.