Be proud of me!

I didn't get black!

What a fabulous way to spend the Labor Day weekend! I forgot how amazing mani/pedis can be. I made it to Jersey and have had the most enlightening time.

Hope all those evac'd are relaxing and enjoying the 3 day vacation. No use in stressing yet. Wish I could take my own advice.
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For the record, next time I get a bright idea to wear ankle boots to a concert in Central Park, someone beat me with them. They were fine all day, until I had to walk the length and width of the park to get into the venue and out. I don't think I will walk normal ever again.

Last night was the fabulous Phantom Planet/ Jack's Mannequin/ Paramore concert and my broken feet was totally worth it. I proceeded to drink 4 beers and eat a hot dog and fries in record time resulting in a very satisfying buzz. Jumping around like a retarded white girl was tons of fun, too. It was much needed stress reliever. Rumsey Playfield is an outdoor venue and it's huge. There was faux astro-turf laid out that you could sit on all over with bleachers and I think there was even a Guitar Hero booth where you could play the game if you got bored with the concert. It was more than I expected. Will I ever go to another concert there again? Sure. As long as I wear comfie shoes.

During this, I came to 2 realizations.

1. Andrew McMahon of Jack's Mannequin is amazing. I absolutely love piano players and he can definitely play. Lately I have been really digging songs with very notable piano parts. Tori Amos is of course my favorite artist of all time, who rocks the piano like no other. Andrew was definitely up there with her on the piano rocking. From where I was standing, he bore a resemblance to Ryan Gosling- which made it even hotter in my opinion. It's hard to believe only a few short years ago he was battling leukemia. Obviously, he won and is back doing what he loves most- good for him! And did I mention he was looking a lot like Ryan Gosling?

side note: I just found out they are putting out a new album and Stephenie Meyers (author of The Twilight Saga) is working with them on their new video. How totally awesome yet unfair.

and Jeremy Davis. The bassist of Paramore. He is 22 and 5'11, but what I wouldn't do to him if I had the chance! Anyway, he totally looked like Ryan in the notebook- you know when he grows the beard? After he built the house for her and she goes back to him? And he delivers that amazing speech about how she's a pain in the ass but he wants her, all of her and all that other stuff that makes me want him to say it to me? ahhh. Anyway, I don't know what all that was about, but it seems it was a Ryan Gosling on the brain type of night.

another side note: apparently he got back together with Rachel McAdams? How cute are they together?

2. I finally figured out what my obsession with musicians is all about. As I watched them get totally involved with performing the music and thoroughly enjoying themselves, it hit me. I was watching passion being played out in front of me in it's purest form. These artists weren't just playing music to play, they were passionate about it, which was portrayed through the music seeping out into the audience- hitting me square in the face. That's when I realized it had been so long since I had been exposed to anyone or anything even resembling passion, I forgot what it was. I don't need to find my purpose in life, I need to find my passion. I am missing that unquenchable thirst to care about something so deeply I feel it in my soul. I have always been a passionate person but I didn't realize I had lost that part of me until I saw it being played out in front of my eyes last night. Talk about having a moment nearly knock you on your ass and it haven't nothing to do with the amount of alcohol you consumed.

Now I am off on an adventure of trying to figure out how to get to Jersey.

Wish me luck, knowing me, I might end up in Canada if I'm not careful.

Hope everyone has a fabulous and safe extra long weekend!

That's hot.

Rock me like a hurricane

It's almost like deja vu.

What were you doing 3 years ago today?

Well, I was hating my job (surprise surprise) getting ready to drive up to my college town for some sorority function. I remember I was pissed that it took me like 5 hours, instead of the usual 3 and a half. Yea, I knew there was a hurricane in the gulf, or something like that, but a hurricane scare is something that happens at least 3 times a year. I was adamant about wanting an extra 3 day vacation, like I always am about hurricane scares. I think this stems back to Hurricane Andrew 1992, when everyone got to go to Tennessee and play in Dollywood. We stayed home and played in puddles and watched movies by candlelight (No, I'm not bitter or anything). My family never leaves for hurricane scares. My dad's version of evacuating is going from Kenner to Metairie or Hammond. But little did we know this one would be the ultimate example of The Boy who cried wolf.

I remember Saturday morning at some ungodly hour I received a phone call from my best friend asking if he could come to stay with me. Still hungover, I was confused as to what the hell he would want to do there. . . he hated visiting me when I was in college, why now? That's how I found out Katrina was headed directly for my home. I called my parents and they were on their way to Mississippi and that's when I knew it was just a normal hurricane scare.

That was the beginning of the longest 2 weeks of my life in which I am still recovering from.

Now, Gustav is threatening to finish what Katrina started? On the same weekend she hit three years ago. Is this the universe's version of a sick joke?

I'm really worried about my family and friends. I'm almost feeling a little guilty that my biggest natural disaster worry right now is if a sick passenger is going to fuck up the subway schedule.

Ariel's Beginning.

I don't know about you, but I am stoked to find out about Ariel. The Beginning.
But seriously, what the fuck matters before Prince (Charming) Eric?
Disney, you are officially reaching, but I will be that sucker.

Quest.

I have decided owning a pair of black cowboy boots will make me happy.
I need them by Thursday to compliment my outfit.
And I need them to be under $100.
Wish me luck!

7 things.

Im too lazy to link, Kitty's blog but you can go to my roll and she is there.
That's where I got this from and what has been keeping me busy all day, distracting me from homicide.

7 things I plan to do before I die
1) fall in love
2) backpack through Europe- or at least my version of backpacking
3) up my alcohol tolerance
4) finish a novel
5) date a musician
6) find the meaning of my life
7) work in some form of the tobacco industry


7 things I can do
1) I can include a curse word in every sentence that crosses my lips, if I'm allowed or in the proper company.
2) I can sleep days away if I'm allowed to
3) I can put my mind to anything and do it
4) I can plot like no one's business, but I'm a little rusty
5) I can read an 800 page book in less than 48 hours and 26,000 under a week. I don't know if I deserve a medal or a straight jacket for that talent.
6) I can hold a grudge for a long long time
7) I can annoy the shit out of my loved ones. . . and love every minute of it!

7 things I cannot do
1) I cannot keep a secret for the life of me.
2) I cannot control some things from coming out of my mouth that hurts people's feelings
3) I cannot listen to one more Elvis song as I wait patiently on hold so I can yell at Live Nation (but apparently I can. It seems to be the greatest hits CD on repeat)
4) I cannot go a day without my ipod
5) I cannot imagine a world without my nieces in it.
6) I cannot fathom people disliking me unless they are terribly jealous of how amazing I am.
7) I cannot dance properly unless I am drunk and even then it's a little iffy.

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex
1) Height. Duh. Under 6'2, need not apply.
2) Arms. Big Arms. Arms that I can get lost in and feel safe and protected.
3) Sense of Humor. Laughter is a direct line to my heart
4) Being smarter than me. . . or knowing things I want to know more about.
5) Wink. A guy that can wink properly at me will melt my knees
6) Smile. He must smile well. I cannot be the only photogenic one in the relationship.
7) Being able to put up with me. That's a big plus.

7 things I say most often
1) FUCK
2) omg. btw. idk. imho. pretty much anything I can shorten even if I am made fun of relentlessly
3) WHY do I work with idiots?
4) HOW did you get a degree?
5) I hate my life
6) ohmigod. Kill Yourself.
7) WHERE is my fucking lighter?


7 Celebrity crushes
1) Johnny Depp.
2) Jared Leto. . . . why? He is a skinny whiny douchebag but the heart does things the mind cannot comprehend.
3) Vin Diesel. . . . can we say arms?!
4) Jamie Tworkowski, Founder of To Write Love on her arms.
5) Dylan McDermott
6) Scott Michael Foster
7)Kat von D. . . I just wanna be her best friend. Does that count?

Question of the Day

What the F is a Twitter?

It reminds me of Tweaker . . .and I definitely know what that is, but somehow I don't think that applies to the blogging world. Unless you are tweaking while blogging and I'm sure that's a different story.