|the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i've ever had
||[Jun. 3rd, 2004|11:18 pm]
|||||The Shins ..... Caring is Creepy (my fav)||]|
(i'm not depressed at all like the title might imply)
oh my gosh.. i went and saw The Postal Service and The Shins and some other bands last week at Sasquatch festival. It was amazzzzzzzzing, oh dang. we were 3 rows away from the shins and the postal service, looking right up at Mr. Gibbard himself. That man, although short in stature, can rock you like a hurricane! dang, and Jenny Lewis was hott. It was a super good show, but The Faint still takes the cake for the best show ever, hands down.
Seattle life is pretty kosher. I worked 8+ hours at the pizza joint today and then went on a family bike ride tonight. We found this humongo hill that you can catch wicked mad speeds on, so we did that for a while and then came home and at freshly baked cookies. ohhh, the sweet pleasures of home. Oh, I took a bath last night. Haven't had one of those in a few months. i guess i was feeling the grunge a little bit, and a little moldy. You think that's bad? You should have seen my bath water. it was close to black with a hint of yellow. ohhh, disgusting. I am feeling like a new person today though. I've been getting comments on my sexy glow, especially around my neck i guess. I should bath more often.
I miss California people and Johnny and the beach. We talk though, like once a week so it's ok. If he knew i was talking about me missing him in my live journal, he would probably think i'm even more gay than i already am. oh well, it's a good thing that i miss him. And if you're reading this, this is weird, but holla at me. I don't think he reads livejournals.
Sweet. I left more than a sentance this time around. Well i'm going to go do some sit ups to kill off my belly. goodnight world.