i'm bringing sexy back

something to ponder, do you need a receipt to bring sexy back?

ps. can you find the coffee stain? it think it adds a nice bronzed glow to my cheeks.

Nawlins in a nutshell, preferrably praline

i got back from our art therapy conference in new orleans yesterday night. we started out driving wednesday in about the worst weather i've ever had to drive in. there were tornado warnings that day along the florida panhandle, exactly where we would be driving through, and as the wind was swaying my car like a ragdoll on the highway i seriously thought we would be swept away into a big funnel cloud in the sky. i stopped on the side of the road for a few minutes because it was so bad i couldn't see. after a few minutes the rain let up slightly so i decided to drive to the next exit and sit in a waffle house parking lot while lightning was striking all around us followed by loud roars echoing into my frightened ears. everybody in the car pointed out that i would duck every time a huge lightning bolt would strike. i really couldn't help myself, it was an instinctual reaction. i'm scared of lightning. i think it's beautiful in pictures but not when it's close to me. the lightning and wind with the streams of water leaking into my car from my window was not a good mix. i used to be deathly afraid of tornadoes as a child because we almost got caught in a tornado on the road. i remember seeing trees faling into the road and those memories were all coming back to me on this trip. thankfully all the rain and lightning subsided enough to where we could get back on the road and head to the crecent city. after all that natural calamity we went through, we saw the most beautiful sunset and rainbow. sara has pictures, my batteries in mine were dead of course plus i was driving so i'll have to wait for her to send me the pictures but the sky looked like nothing i had ever seen. it was so surreal. that's the only way i can explain. plus there was a rainbow that went from one part of the horizon to the next. it literally covered the whole sky. we sounded so sappy oooing and ahhhing over the clouds. every five seconds it was "oh, look over there, wow, how pretty!" it really was breathtaking though. all of this while listening to bjork. she was the soundtrack of our trip. i forgot all my cd's and pui was the only one who brought anything so bjork it was. i have to say she was a very fitting accompanyment to our trip.

once we got to nola, we were treated by getting to say in the illustrious Astor hotel thanks to rachel! her family owns a few hotels in new orleans and her uncle let us stay the whole weekend for free. and this is a very fancy hotel. we're talking 5 star. and it was walking distance to the conference so another plus. it was hard having a conference in new orleans though because who wants to be inside a building listening to presentations when there's, well, new orleans outside. i took the whole afternoon friday off to go take pictures. i got my palms involuntariyly read by a street artist i was taking a picture of. he was from spain and his name was giovanni i think. he asked me if i thought about running for president of the united states. from the little i could understand of him anyway. (not to self, just take picture and keep on walking next time.) i usually talk to the people i photograph on the street because it's fun to meet new people that way and they're usually interesting and nice and it also helps them feel more comfortable with me taking their picture. anyway, this guy got a little too comfortable and kept trying to hold my hands and his did not look very clean. finally he got distracted and i bolted. so yea, i was a little creeped out. you never can be too careful in new orleans.

saturday night, the last night of the conference was a blast. they had this pseudo mardi gras ball at the hilton with this middle aged white band called appropriately "Orleans" i thought it was funny that out of all the great authentic blues musicians in that city they got this bad cajun wanna be cover band. although i still danced my ass off. i mean the whole dance floor was covered with art therapists shaking their booty to whitney houston and old motown songs. i though imight as well join in, why not, any excuse to dance. i even started a conga line! it was so fun to just let loose after all the stress with school and everything. i think that's the most exercise i've gotten all semester and it felt great. i must have danced almost nonstop for at least 2 or 3 hours. i got a fisheye camera at urban outfitters and i used it at the dance party and i can't wait to see how they turned out! i'll try and post some on here when i get them back.

oh and i did go to some good presentations too. heheh. like i said new orleans is not the best place to have a conference, there's just too much distraction, but i did learn some new things about trauma. a lot of the presentations had to do with katrina and the positive affect art therapy has had on some of the children who survived it. rachel, kara, pui and I want to do our final project doing art therapy with kids who survived katrina around the new orleans area next summer. we made a lot of good contacts from art therapists who have been working with children already so i felt good about that. we're going to try and do a documentary about the art therapy process with the kids and maybe have them make their own documentary about their lives after katrina. i want to take photographs of the process as well. i'm really excited about the project. it's still in its early stages but after going to the conference and getting more contacts and seeing what others have been doing it really motivated me even more to want to work with these children.


well i'm heading up to dahlonega tomorrow for thanksgiving. i hope there's still some fall leaves still left on the trees. and i can't wait to listen to the cd's i got at tower at their clearance sale over the weekend. i'm so sad their going out of business:(

singing on the beach

please watch, you are guaranteed to laugh, probably until it hurts.

Bob likes his cowbell!

Bob never ceases to amaze me. Just when i thought he couldn't be any cooler he proves me wrong. He has this theme time radio hour on xm radio every week and theme this week was "Dance." Well he mentioned a song that featured a cowbell and he gave a shout out to my fav snl sketch. Bob says,

“This next song features the cowbell, an instrument you’ll hear on many fine records,
including Mountain’s ‘Mississippi Queen.’
As Christopher Walken knows, you can’t have enough cowbell:
Walken: 'I’m telling you, fellas, you’re gonna want that cowbell.
I’ve got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell.'"

my favorite musician appreciates my favorite comedian. and all is right with the world.

Cash on the prairie

I was passing by one of my residents sleeping by the tv at my internship today and Little House on the Prarie was on and I happened to notice that Johnny Cash was playing a preacher. I hadn't seen the show in a really long time and I used to watch it all the time as a kid but I didn't know enough about the man to recognize who it was back then I guess. But it was a nice little surprise, it was right before it went to commercial but from what i saw he was consoling a little girl who's pet or something just died. It just reminded me how cool that man is, I mean who else in the rock world could pull off playing a preacher on Little House on the Prarie and still give the finger to the country music industry and rock your socks off at the same time. He just didn't care what anybody thought and that to me is priceless. I mean yeah, he fits right in on the prarie, but he stayed true to himself no matter what. I mean can you see any other rock legend getting away with hanging out with Laura Ingles and people still respect them? Mick Jagger, I think not.

FLAMINGO FUN!

SAVE THE FLAMINGOS!!

i can't believe it, my beloved pink flamingos may be on the verge of extinction! please read!

give grizzly a hug

Bob Dylan - Meeting Fans - 1986

ohmigod bob is talking to kids about heavy metal, especially my brother's favorite, RATT and flirting with 80s chicks with big hair!!! you gotta see this for yourself!

ps. youtube is the best thing ever!

stuck inside of tallahassee with the mountain blues again

i'm so jealous of my family right now. they all get to go see the beautiful changing leaves in tennessee in a cozy cabin for a couple weeks while i'm stuck here doing homework. ugh, me not happy about that. damn you school and you're deadlines! no time for a fall getaway. and i really miss seeing the beautifl fall colors. but no such scenery here. just the cinderblock walls of my apartment and the rundown tallahassee city landscape. and there's a game today so i'm really trapped here. don't even try leaving your place if you live anywhere in the vacinity of the stadium on a game day. believe me i've tried, its no fun. so here i am stuck in apartment trying to get motivated to do homework while i know the rest of my family is having a blast in the mountains without me.

yay for pity parties!

dust collecting

"I just want to be one true thing that don't fade" BRMC

Check out Molly's blog for more musical inspiration from Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. her link is on my page, molly rocks. by the way, i gotta learn how to post music on here too among a lot of other things like make it not look so boring. i just haven't had time to devote to things like a blog. oh well, besides complaining i've been doing ok i guess. i went to the laundromat this weekend to wash some long overdue dirty clothes. you know you need to do laundry when you start turning your dirty socks inside out. i'm not used to going to laundromats, this is the first place i've lived that didn't have laundry facilities. i don't really mind though, they're kind of fun, especially when they're next to a record store.

there's one next door called vinyl fever so i went to check on the records and make sure they weren't collecting dust. i got a free kasabian 7 inch single for telling the guy that worked there a joke. you were supposed to buy the cd to get the vinyl single but he was feeling nice i guess cause my joke sucked. i used the one uma thurman uses on pulp fiction about the tomatoes. i made this really long rendition of it that really made no sense. the original joke goes, "what did the papa tomato say to the baby tomatoes as they were crossing the street.....KATCHUP!" i was kind of nervous so my version was something like,
"um, ok, there was this family of tomatoes, and they were crossing the street, wait, oh the mama and papa tomatoe go across the street first, and um, i think they say something to the baby tomatoes, (nervous laughter dispersed intermitently throught) and he says, damn it, i forgot, oh wait i remember, he's waiting for them to cross and he says katchup!

he said i needed to work on the punchline but he gave me the record anyway. i think i deserved it after making such a fool out of myself. oh well, we all got a laugh and i got a free record. i think it was worth it.

time wasted, wasted time...it's already gone with the last rhyme

the cliche of time keeps going over in my mind
back and forth, over and done
only to begin again to replay itself
waiting for another day, another situation
to lock a memory inside my endless creation
of things remade, redone and removed
there's nothing new on this train
just old friends trying to be renewed
they're making their way to find me there
waiting for their arrival, i just sit there and stare
replaying the times of times when i was aware

dream of the road

i wrote a poem for a project for one of my symbols classes that had to do with telling a story about ourselves. the best story i could think of was a culmination of the adventures molly and i have had on the road these last couple of summers following bob around. i have written about some of these adventures in my blog but i think this poem is what i have been trying to say with all those long drawn out renditions of each and every event that took place. hopefully this will give a greater picture of the overall feeling of what these adventures were like for us. here goes...

What cd do you want to play?
Smiling faces ask each other behind the wheel on a hot southern day.
I wonder if we'll see the bus on the way?
Hopeful hearts looking out the window singing along to the song of redemption
Not knowing their fate or if they'll even get in.
Hoping not to run into any deadends.
Do you know where we are? Were we supposed to go this far? Are the directions even in the car?
Lost on the road with a big show to see, trying to find our way don't come that easy.
But we always seem to make it to that big open stage,
And even meet some nice folks along the way.
We soon learn that security guards are our friends and the value of free tickets that a roadie sends.
Getting backstage with nothing but our charm, as if our innocent eyes pleading, "Sir, we mean no harm."
Just to get a glimpse of the one we came to see,
And maybe tell him thank you for all this possibility.
Giving nothing more than a hand and a smile
We get to see another world for a little while.
A little serendipity and luck sure took us a l ong way
But the adventure we had were more than we could ever repay.

The dream of the road
It always starts out with no where to go
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow
The feel of my foot on the pedal is all i really want to know.
Fast food and dirty hotel rooms
Sometimes the joy of rambling is over way too soon.

what it is

my head is being twisted and wrung with by our infamous fathers of psychology, freud and jung, oh and my personal favorite, that french guy jean piaget. i can barely wrap my head around that one. i think i finally get the difference between jung and freud but the challenging thing is how to actually apply this knowledge to art therapy. i usually don't like to talk about school in my blogs but the subject of symbolism is something that has been shoved down our throats these past few weeks and i can't seem to get away from it. hmm, what is a personal symbol? universal symbol? archetype? collective unconscious? ahhhhhhhhhh....its' taken about 3 weeks for us to answer these questions and in some ways it still isn't clear. you think you know it but then you wonder because the answer you're looking for is coming from place of thought where everything is open to interpretationand so you can keep going around in circles. all i really want to know is......WHERE IS MY AIRSTREAM!!! all i know is that is my personal symbol of freedom. anyway, but i think what i'm "supposed" to be learning is starting to integrate itself in my brain. "integrate" haha a jungian slip. i'm starting to get them both. and we have two whole classes devoted to this subject. go figure.

today during class i did feel proud of myself because i remembered an answer from a question that our professor asked us that was from a class from a year ago that nobody else could remember. sublimation for 500 alex! anyway, i felt like i was on a roll today. i usually don't speak up much but today for some reason i felt like i was on jeaopardy. heheh, i know thats probably not that big a deal for some people but for me simple things like that really make me feel good. but just as i was basking in my triumph a bunch of change just fell out of my pocket onto the floor. i just got these new black pants for work and i guess the pockets are really shallow. i just crossed my legs and you hear the cling clang of change hit the floor and everybody just busted out laughing. my professor didn't seem too amused though. i couldn't help but laugh too.

and....I LOVE MY APARTMENT! it'll do for now until i get my airstream.

THE MAN COMES AROUND

this song was played at my grandpa, Keith Morey's, funeral last week. i don't really know how to write about one's passing so i won't. I would like to write about his life though, eventually, in a book or memoir of some sort. i'm still in the early brainstorming period. he just has so many outrageous and interesting experiences of anyone. he was one of the most amazing people i ever knew, and a lot of other people would agree. I just know, as my mom would say, "there's a big 6ft7 hole in the world now."

THE MAN COMES AROUND

There's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around

CHORUS

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalom no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around

CHORUS

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around

There's a man going round taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reachin down
When the man comes around

room at the top

i got a room at the top of the world tonight
i got a room at the top of the world tonight and i ain't coming down....

that song has been running in my head since last night when i read an article about tom petty and his new album. he mentioned that when he played a show with the black crows kate hudson asked him to play "room at the top' and he said it would be a cold day in hell before he played that song live. he didn't tell her that but thats what he said he was thinking. he said the song was too painful to play live. he said that he doesn't even remember writing most of the songs on that album because he was going through so much emotional pain in his life at that time. it got me to thinking how often people won't play certain songs because they hurt too much....but those are the ones i usually end up liking the most. "room at the top" is such a sweet melancholic yet resigned kind of song. i guess i just really like songs that make you feel something. i know thats very simplistic and generalizing but its so hard to put into my own words what so many people have already done in their songs . they speak for themselves. its like the cliche that when you're in the most misery the most beautiful art can be made. bob dylan said that he couldn't understand how anybody could say that they enjoy blood on the tracks because it was full of so much pain. but thats my favorite album. i guess its so stripped down and raw that you can't help but relate to it. it hits you on like an instinctual level that you can't deny because its so real. i don't know, i'm really rambling and trying to make sense of whats in my head but i think what i really like is the fact that bob can put into words what most of us wish we could. but thats one reason why i appreciate him so much. he's already said what i wish i could say sometimes.

anyway, on a lighter note, its funny how my roomate decided to rearrange our house a week before we're supposed to move. i actually really like the new arrangement in the living room. in the middle of taking down all her stuff from the walls she surprised me by hanging up all my pictures from my senior show that were just sitting there stacked up against each other against the wall collecting dust since may when i finally got them from the bed and breakfast. there was always so much other stuff on the walls that was already there before i moved in so i didn't have room to hang them up. its nice to see them on the walls even if its just for another 5 days. oh well, i guess i can hang them up in my new place just as well. my own place.....oh i can't wait i can't wait i can't i can't wait!

20

yay i finished two papers in two days and now i'm about to go play doubles with our new Indian friends from salsa nite. Should be fun. i only have one more week of school left and i also have to move out all of my stuff in that time. wish me luck. but i'm going to see bob on the 17th in augusta georgia! this will mark my 20th time to see him live. wow, i surpised myself with that one. i just realized i never finished our adventures from the last tour. i'm really bad about starting a story and not finishing it. i think i get overwhelmed and need to include every little detail so i give up. but i'm turning a new leaf, no more unfinished bandaid stories.

we slept in parking lots...

its always fun to fake people out in the campus parking lots. parking at fsu really sucks so people will be waiting in their cars in the parking garages for people walking to their cars so they can take their spots. my problem is that i can never remember where i parked so i could be walking around the lot for a really long time trying to find my car while this random car will be following me around the parking lot so they can take my spot. i kind of feel bad at first because they have to follow me on the wild goose chase to find my car but then it becomes comical watching their face as i take them all over the parking garage. they usually find another one before i actually find my car. today this guy was waiting right by the entryway into the gargage for people about to leave and he followed me for like 10 minutes in reverse the whole time. now thats perseverance. parking spots are a very special commodity around these parts.

rusted pipes

i was thinking about something somebody said to me a couple weeks back. i was waiting on my car to get new tires at walmart and i went to the walmart mcdonald's, yes it has a mcdonalds inside it. in case one biggest corporation in america in one building wasn't enough, we have to combine them. and i love it! bring on the fries and $5 dvd's! what could be a better combo than that. yes if you couldn't tell i have mixed feeling about this merger. so anyways, Some guy standing next to me as i'm suggaring up my coffee points to it and says "that that stuff will rust your pipes" i was about to yell after him that it was decaf but he jetted outta there faster than um something really fast. or maybe he was talking about the sugar, who knows. he didn't stick around long enough for me to find out. maybe he though by leaving so abruptly after offering such a statement to a stranger would have more impact. i guess he thought he did his good deed for the day warning me about the evil that is coffee. it made me laugh though, i kinda wish more people would say random things like that to me while i'm making my coffee. i could have like a designated coffee comment maker.

i went salsa dancing for the first time last night. i have to say it very fun. it was nice having guys come up to you asking you to dance in a nonbooty dance way. the place was a nice departure from the usual skanky club which is all i thought that tallahassee has to offer, but this place, atlantis, wasn't filled with smoke and i felt pretty comfortable there. i didn't have to shout to talk to people either which was nice. we showed up around 9:30 and we thought we were too late for the salsa lesson but we didn't miss much. althoug i think the actual dance we learned that night was something other than salsa, i don't remember the name of it. anyway i thought i had it down pat. i thought all those dance lessons at 5 really paid off. sort of. the first guy i danced with was realy nice and patient. dancing by myself is one thing but with a partner is a whole different story. i'm not good at following a lead. its so much harder to coordiante with someone else when you're barely cooridinated by yourself. i could tell this kyle guy was getting a little annoyed with me but he kept smiling despite my inability to coordinate. i was surprised though, he asked me to dance again that night. i also danced with someone who had no skills whatsoever and that was fun. there were four of us that went and exactly four guys came up to us after the lesson which just happened to match our group of four and decided to buy us all drinks. they say they all knew each other but i really wonder if they all just huddled together before coming up to us and decided that they would all pretend they knew each other so they could match us in numbers. they were all nice enough, one of them ended up being the brother of one of the girls in the art therapy program! weird. 2 of them were from india and want to play doubles with me and amity now since we told them we play tennis. they said they like to play just about every sport here because they didn't get to play sports much in india.A.J said that it would cost like $25 just to play tennis there. ouch. the other guy vince was really really really drunk but tried to hide it by trying to act like he was sincerely interested about why i went into art therapy....as we were leaving and in the middle of getting one of our new friends to take our picture, this really short peruvian guy came right up to us while we were posing asking us to dance. we told him nicely we were in the middle of a picture but that did not stop him. he kept tapping on amity and mindy's arm asking them to dance and finally one of the guys, vince, taking our picture told him to come stand by him and he started pretending like he was dancing with him. the peruvian guy was so drunk that he went along with it and they were dancing together while vince was taking our pictures with 3 different cameras. he could juggle pretty good. it was one of the funniest things i have ever seen. he got in a picture with us too which i would post but i still have to figure out how to do that on here.

now i think i'm going to go start reading my new book i got on sale at borders, yes borders molly! not that you're that excited about working there but i found a copy of johnny cash's autobiography for like $7! i was and am still psyched about that.

collectively chaotic

today was my last day with the jeep. so sad. tomorrow i must turn it in for my red saturn. *sigh* all good things must come to an end. i feel sort of like a traitor to my saturn, like i've been cheating. but once you go jeep liberty, you don't wanna go back.

i wrote a silly poem in my art materials class about this found object sculpture we did. i don't have a title for it yet but here goes,

Something thrown away,
made it here today.
i don't know what to say
there's life and some decay
trying to make assemblance
of objects long forgotten
spanish moss and dental floss
and a pile of junk gone rotten
a pine cone here and a rusted pipe there,
put them both together, my what a lovely pair.
there's meaning in this madness
a kind of collective chaotic sadness
man and nature, nature and man
trying to bridge the gap the way that only art can..

global warming

instead of finishing a paper of which i have a total of one page written, that is due tomorrow morning at 8;30, i'm watching will ferrel videos i got from a friend of mine on facebook. i hope you enjoy, procrastinating or not...

i'm on spanish tv!

my friend Jan in Madrid just told me that he saw me and Molly on spanish tv! he said there was an advertisement for the documentary we're in, How Many Roads. it was in a documentary film festival there that I didn't even know about. i have no idea if it won anything. but that just made my day. i'm on spanish tv! yippeeeee!

i'm also excited about our roadtrip to north georgia tomorrow in the jeep liberty. i'm really getting attached to that thing. i love my saturn but there's something about the jeep. i think its that i'm above all the other cars and i can look down on everyone, unless i'm around a bunch of other suv's.

turquoise countertops

i just heard the longest loudest roll of thunder ever. its been pouring outside the last 2 days and my attempts to get out and play some tennis have been squelched, no pun inteneded. but i did get a sweet jeep liberty to drive until my car gets fixed. yay! i've never driven a jeep before and i love it! i wish i could keep it. but i think the wreck could not have been timed better because i get to take the jeep on a roadtrip to north georgia this weekend. we get a whole week off for the 4th! i only have 1 class right now and it only meets 2 days a week so one class off means one week off! works for me....

last night i was supposed to play tennis with amity but it rained so she invited kara, rachel and me to have dinner at her house. she has the coolest back porch and we ate to candlelight. she even has a hammock chair, which i had never really seen one before but i tell ya they're fun. like an adult swing if you will. the dinner was yummy too, spaghetti and garlic bread with cheesecake for dessert. i love eating outside, when its not hot, under some kind of covering with no bugs around. so not very often i guess....anyway, it was a nice evening, we talked about the neurotic people in our lives and why they act the way they do. get a bunch of pseudo therapists together and thats what the conversation will inevitably consist of.

now i'm staring at my room trying to decide what i should give away and what i should keep before i move. only one more month! and i will have my very own apartment! with turquoise countertops! i have to say that that is one of the main reasons i picked these the new apartment. and its close to campus and they're cheap, but the turqupose countertops are what really sold me.

she was a fast machine

its been a rough week kids. i ran out of gas and got in a wreck and my plumbing decided to go crazy on me. i flushed the toilet the other day and right afterwards crap started to come out of the drain in my bathtub. and my toilet was overflowing at the same time. as the plumber left i was like, so who cleans this crap up, in so many words, and he just said, 'you do."

today an old lady rammed into me on her way to church because she claims she didn't see my bright red car. i didn't have a stop sign, the old lady did. so naturally i pay no attention to the car at the stop sign until it meets the back half of my side. luckily, there was no one sitting on that side and nobody got hurt. my knee just got a little scraped when it scraped against the dashboard with the impact but thats about it. she was such a cute old lady though, she pointed out how she was wearing red to match my car. the cops that showed up were women and the old lady, (i don't remember her name and i don't know what else to call her, she was a lady and she was old) said to me, "don't you wish there was a gentleman here." i just laughed. she also said she had just gotten a new car, which was a year old, after having driven the same one for 28 years. wow. she said she had just been practicing in a parking lot the other day too. which i didn't understand if she had been driving for 28 years. i think i was also half listening to her anyway, i was too busy reeling about what just happened and all she wanted to do was make small talk....the lady cop was really cool though, she was telling us all about her marriage to another cop and how she has to "leave it at the door" talking about her job when she comes home and how she won't talk about work there. it was kind of funny because our speaker from the family therapy workshop said the same thing pertaining to therapy like the day before. this had 2 intense days of friday and saturday from 8 in the morning until 5 of learning about family art therapy. it was interesting and fun at times but just very very long. sitting in a conference room all day gets old really fast.

but all in all, today turned out to be a good day. kara, rachel, amity, and i all decided that we still wanted to go to the beach anyway, why let a little fender bender get in our way. the beach was sooo nice, the water was so warm and it felt so good. i'm a sucker for waves and sand. especially after wrecks and cleaning crap out of my tub.

the bonnaroo

i am posting in my new blog. how exciting. i always get butterflies in the beginning. this is the 3rd different blog host for me. hopefully things will stay cool between us and i won't have to break up with yet another. let's hope this time the relationship stands the test of time. wish us luck.

i am up at 3 in the morning and i have class tomorrow at 9am. the reason i am still up is because my roommate and the obnoxious college boys next door are over here running a muck. yeah, its good to be back in tally. at least i don't have to sleep in my car next to people who complain about how they might do better in school if they would stop free basing meth all the time. yeah, thats an actual quote from one of our neighbors at bonaroo, which i have decided to never go to again unless i get vip passes at least. yeah, it seems like it would be a blast, but unless you like hardly being able to see the stage and being around a bunch of poser hippies all day in the worst heat sleeping in your car while random people walk by watching you snooze, again in the sweltering heat then its not for you, trust me. i guess i'm not cut out for the bonaroo crowd. i like a more intimate setting where you can be close to the stage. i just decided that i don't like large music festivals. plus there was no way to ever get a chance to meet any of the bands because there's so much security and too many damn people. its a bit overwhelming. there was just so much stuff with all these different booths and all the bands i wanted to see playing at the same time at different stages. it was really frustrating. and our car was like a mile away from the stages so we had to walk forever just to get there to see whoever we wanted to see play. when there's so many people that you can't even see the stage i might as well go home and listen to the radio. all whining aside, which i did a lot of and still am, we got close enough to the stage to see Tom Petty so that he looked more like an ant than an ameoba. and a very stylish ant at that with a red shirt and black velvet jacket which he soon took off and replaced with a badass vest with a big cross in the back. but there were a couple big screens so the rest of us could see a little closer which was nice. MR. TOM PETTY ROCKED LIKE A HURRICANE. hehe, but really he did. he sounded amazing. he played almost all of my favorite songs and ended with a kickass version of American Girl. I LOVE THAT SONG. and to everyone's surprise STEVIE NICKS came out in the middle of the set and joined him for a couple songs and sang backup for "don't come around here no more".... he was so funny, he said to the crowd, "is everybody having fun at the bonaroo" it reminded me of when people say the walmart or something like that. it was kinda cute. yeah, he's definitely southern. but a hard rockin southerner. i almost spontaneously combusted when stevie nicks got on stage. i really went nuts. it was so surreal because i had never seen either of htem in concert and tom petty looked exactly like he does on tv. for some reason i thought he would look and act different in concert. differnt how i'm really not sure. he is the real rock n roll deal though. that was one of the best live shows i've ever seen. Tom Petty is way underrated i think. oh well, those crazy kids finally toned it down and decided to go to bed so i guess i will too. more on this adventure to come.