autopilot off - make a sound

during my hour lunch break today, it took 40 minutes to get to wendy's and back to steph's. it was a complete pain in the ass - i was only there for 20 minutes before i had to go back to work again.
came home and had a small chat with scott, had him listen to bright eyes while he shaved his beard.
i'm going to watch kill bill with scott tonight, but i'd kill to do something else in the meantime. i'm so bored.

jimmy eat world - blister

fridays are always good. they're the end of the week, the beginning of the weekend. there's still saturday and sunday to get shit done, plenty of time, no rush, no stress.
i was a little irritated at first when i got scheduled for less hours today, but in the end it was pretty good. i had time to lay down and rest a little before going to tommy's, which was fun.
oh, i started collecting jones soda labels the other day. i've been trying to find something new to take up wall space and the idea struck me the other day when i got a bottle with this demonic little kid on it.

get up kids - long goodnight

last night i put up the kgrg poster i got from the concert. this morning i got scared of it because i'd forgotten it was there.
my autopilot off cd came in the mail today!
i think my room needs more color. new curtains, maybe? hm, now there's an idea.
i spend far too much time thinking about what to do, and not enough time doing it. i'm working on it, though. maybe i'm not throwing myself into this, but i'm trying, in my own way. i don't have much self discipline - everything in life has come easily to me, i've never really had to work to get good results. and now that i need to, i'm not sure how. but like i said. i'm trying.

bright eyes - waist of paint

i think we're getting another car.
it's a little white ford-something, 92. i drove it around for a while with my dad. it's not terrible, but it's far from great. i still like the buick best. we've got it so this summer, when all the kiddies are home and together under the same roof, we won't kill each other trying to get our hands on a car.
i went out and bought two new cd's - jet and bright eyes. both of them are sounding really nice right now.

suicide machines - seized up

concert tonight. it was extremely good, although i just realized i left a bunch of stickers in alex's car. damn.

bright eyes - june on the west coast

ryan came over tonight. we walked along the road, both of us in sandals, eating ice cream in the rain. we talked about becoming statistics, being members of the consumer society. we imagined ryan's kids and the way he'll spend his son's college money on a car. he told me what i should do with my life, and eerily enough it was exactly what i've been planning to do.
i love ryan. truly. i have history with him. we can reminisce about the olden days. don't get me wrong, i love everyone in my life now. but ryan's been there through it all. he already knows the old stories and the old people and the reasons why i am who i am. it's amazing to be in the presence of someone like that, and still be able to find new things to talk about.

miles davis - my funny valentine

from an article on wynton marsalis:

The fourth song was a solo showcase for the trumpeter, who, I could now see, was indeed Marsalis, but who no more sounded than looked like what I expected. He played a ballad, "I Don't Stand a Ghost of a Chance With You," unaccompanied. Written by Victor Young, a film-score composer, for a 1930s romance, the piece can bring out the sadness in any scene, and Marsalis appeared deeply attuned to its melancholy. He performed the song in murmurs and sighs, at points nearly talking the words in notes. It was a wrenching act of creative expression. When he reached the climax, Marsalis played the final phrase, the title statement, in declarative tones, allowing each successive note to linger in the air a bit longer. "I don't stand ... a ghost ... of ... a ... chance ..." The room was silent until, at the most dramatic point, someone's cell phone went off, blaring a rapid singsong melody in electronic bleeps. People started giggling and picking up their drinks. The moment—the whole performance—unraveled.

Marsalis paused for a beat, motionless, and his eyebrows arched. I scrawled on a sheet of notepaper, MAGIC, RUINED. The cell-phone offender scooted into the hall as the chatter in the room grew louder. Still frozen at the microphone, Marsalis replayed the silly cell-phone melody note for note. Then he repeated it, and began improvising variations on the tune. The audience slowly came back to him. In a few minutes he resolved the improvisation—which had changed keys once or twice and throttled down to a ballad tempo—and ended up exactly where he had left off: "with ... you ..." The ovation was tremendous.

sleeping kiddies

i keep having little flashbacks to my time in shoreline. i was standing by tuey's front door looking out the window and remembered thursday night, when jake was begging for a dollar for some coke. i rolled my window down and he freaked out. "is that window open?!" i couldn't understand what he meant until i was trying to get something out of the van and didn't realize my mom had rolled the window down. i tried to put my hand on the glass for support and freaked when i realized it wasn't there.
so. basically shoreline was beautiful. there's this huge park down by the library, just giant fields of open grass where people can fly kites. it's all on a steep hill where there could be mudslides, so it's all leveled and basically, the further you go, the higher up you are from the streets below. at the very end of the fields are some trees, a few grassy knolls, steep hills, a giant 3 level staircase that skateboarders drool over, and a beautiful view of the puget sound and the mountains beyond. i'm going back there this summer for a few days so cole and i can watch the sunrise.
as for last night, tuey's was fun. i'm still there but everyone's asleep. i passed out at 4 am i think, woke up every now and then to add something to the conversation, and when i woke up at 8 they were all down. we played a lot of tetris and halo, a little go fish, and there was lots of stumbling and hugging and fake-fighting and just all around good times. before the sun went down, brenda and i walked around tuey's neighborhood, met a dog that we named toby (her choice, tobias, this had nothing to do with you), and brenda stole a little kid's skateboard. we spent a long time trying to find the park, and at the top of one hill, we realize we'd been heading in the wrong direction and it was on the hill across from us. ... my story is done now, because i just lost interest in typing it.