back in the U.S.S.R

yeah that's right.
I am officially the representative of the USSR for myste's party on Friday.

anyone got any communist clothing I can borrow? because I got nothin. my sister in oregon has boatloads of this type of thing . but she's in oregon, and that is no good to me now. I'd ask her to fed ex it...but she won't. :)

so, I will try to track me down a red sash and a furry cap. and maybe a hammer and sickle.
and I got a bottle of russian vodka to bring as a party favor. (because I have no time to make perogi's or stroganoff or beets or anything like this. and vodka is the only other russian thing I can think of.)


in other news: I got asked to book a tour for fielding and the cold war kids (for spring). this has many, many strange implications to it - but mostly that I was sort of "hanging out" in a non-platonic way with one of the guys in fielding and we aren't really hanging out anymore but now I find myself booking a tour for his band. I know, I know, I bring it upon myself.

SO...
you should come out to the cold war kids/fielding/careen show that I put together at the Gig in LA on tuesday (10/4) and watch me self-destruct. No, really, I want you all there. mostly because if I don't get 60 people there I am dead. and its only 5 bucks.

MY LIFE IS WORTH 5 BUCKS TO YOU, RIGHT?

sigur ros

a cinematic masterpiece. watch it now.

http://www.emichrysalis.co.uk/quicktime/sigur_ros/glosoli/index.php?version=6.520&bandwidth=530236

the celebrity car game! yeah!

oh do I have a game for you peoples.

so you take a car. and you make it into the name of a celebrity (any celebrity will do), rockstar, band, etc...

this game is best while driving (because you are viewing lots of cars) in traffic.

Examples of what exactly I am talking about:

Toyota Camry = Camry Diaz (or Camry Crowe)
Ford Taurus = Ford Taurussel Crowe
Acura = Acura Knighley ( a-Keira Knightley? get it???)
Ford F-150 = Ford F-1 50 Cent
Jeep Cherokee: Jeep Sonny and Cher-okee

so -- have at it. post them in the comments. you can do it. you know you can!
I seriously love this game.

supercreepin

the last place I wanted to be last night was the Spider Club for a Supercreep CD release party.
I don't like the band.
I don't like the album.
The guys at the Supercreep record label are insufferable.
Kevin cancelled on going.
My sisters were watching the Arcade Fire in Oregon.


and I can't say that last night was amazing, or even fun, by any stretch of the imagination...
but it was worthwhile.
a bunch of really silly things (open bar + linda + ex boyfriends + drunk marriage proposals from strangers + cinespace + paul) added up to what seemed like a pointless Los Angeles extravaganza.

but on the drive home, I got in a fight with linda. we were both yelling and it all seemed horribly exhausting and pointless. paul (my friend from work) was in the backseat. he occasionally added his thoughts.

but today, I drove paul to work. and he told me that he liked listening to the conversation last night. in fact, he told me that his faith in christianity was restored. his words were "You said really good things. In fact, I think you sparked my faith."

things like this rarely happen to me (if ever).
the Lord certainly does move in mysterious ways.
and here I thought that last night was a bust.
needless to say, we had a great conversation all the wa to work today.
I like that.

happy birthday myste!

a little shout out to my dear friend myste on her BIRTHDAY!
let me know your schedule -- and I am taking you out for a cafe ole and an eclair!

paperwork panic attack.

I am a self-diagnosed control freak, organizational freak, OCD, with slight ADD tendendcies.

This means a few things for me:
1. I like things the way I like them. Not the way you like them.
2. I hang all my clothes in the same direction in the closet. I use the same brand of fabric softener, year in and year out. I systematically rotate shampoos so I get a nice mix of volumizing, cleansing, moiturizing, and color protecting.
3. I don't like being touched. Especially in public or when its hot outside.

These are just a few of the quirks that come along with my somewhat rigid personality. Granted, I grew up in a nomadic-evangelical-pack-rat-garage-saling family, so I had some semblance of flexibility beaten into me. And, for that I am thankful.

But, this is what I simply do not understand about my organizational tendencies: I have a crippling fear of paperwork. Mostly paperwork in the form of bills. But I also hate traffic tickets, any sort of contestment, bank statements, credit card applications, credit statements, loan payments, insurance papers, etc. I HATE THEM ALL. Rather than deal with my paperwork like a normal OCD person, I simply let it pile up on my desk -- and I let it sit there and haunt me for as long as I can possibly stand it. I won't open the envelopes because I fear whatever horrible news is waiting for me inside. There is NEVER good news inside of those envelopes.

Needless to say, I set out to take care of those nasty little envelopes today. And I found some real gems. A court contestment for the seatbelt ticket I got in Oregon. A bill for a Loretta Lynn CD from my CD club I supposedly recived at the Fullerton house while I was living in Oregon (I told you, I let this stuff PILE up), a few months of bank statments to be opened and filed, and my new loan payment information. There was lots more, but I won't bore you anymore with these details...

I don't feel much better now that I have opened them and written the corresponding checks. I just feel poor. But, I also feel a wave of relief. I did it! I tackled the pile. Now, I get to wait for the next set of mail to arrive and the crippling panic to rise out of my gut and into my chest as I stare at the stack of unopened envelopes on my desk.

I think I should start praying now that my husband will be a paperwork whiz. because, otherwise, I am screwed.

My new boyfriend.

Ok I tricked you. I don't have a boyfriend!

but, you have to listen to this. this guy is amazing.
(warning, its like 15 minutes long, but it is so worth it)

www.purevolume.com/troysmixtapeoflove

and, just so you know - the girl broke up with him the day after he recorded this for her.

this time last year...

...I WAS HERE. (Venice, Italy)

Just me and Danielle, traversing the european countryside. Drinking cappuccinos and eating pastries. I miss those days. I went back and read some of the blogs from our travels, and it makes me homesick. Or should I say travel-sick? I can't believe its been a year.

here's the europe blog if you care to take a trip down my memory lane:

http://eurostrans.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_eurostrans_archive.html

a smashingly good weekend

1. kanye west guest appearance with jon brion (and adam from maroon 5. but that doesn't really register on my awesome radar) on friday night. well worth the three hour wait. he did the first song off the new album and then freestyled about hurricanes and things of this nature.

2. jon brion played "don't think twice it's allright" for me. yes, I requested it, and he played it and it soothed my soul.

3. I slept till 11:45 on Saturday. i dont think I've done that in a year. and it felt gooooood.

4. Linda and I watched a LOT of the OC this weekend. (still season 1). I hate that Oliver kid. and Julie cooper. but I love love love love love Seth Cohen, and that's what keeps me coming back.

5. Dodgers games yesterday with the new boy on the block. The Dodgers beat the Padres 7 - 3, which worked out well for the overall mood of the date. He came over to my house and we watched a lot of OC and drank a bit of wine and I cooked him dinner. an all around lovely day.

I went to bed at 11:30 last night and woke up ready for a new week. That's a good feeling.

fallen from beach boy grace

my uncle doesn't think I should have taken this job.
so I think the glory days with Brian Wilson are over.

I sat at home on Sunday night while the wonderful melodies of "Smile" were enchanting those in attendance at the Hollywood bowl.

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ha! that was fun.
the point: too busy to blog the past few days. sorry kids.

if you give a chimp a cig...

http://www.thepittsburghchannel.com/irresistible/4899696/detail.html#

inspired to write a hit song.

I think I am going to write a song called "gas prices got me down"
either that, or "gas prices are ruining my life and now I am broker than broke and if only LA had a decnet metro system and I didn't work 35 miles away and how come people blame the president for a hurricane and I am looking into bio diesel so that I can afford to live again."