Hey kiddies. What's up? Not a whole heck of a lot here. I finally had to bite the bullet and move all my rings to a seperate page. You can get there by clicking the link on the bottom of this page. Turns out I'm a diaryring addict (or a Hit Whore [tm Lainie]). And space was getting kinda scarce. Plus, after I moved all my rings to their very own page, I kinda sorta went and joined about 10 more. sad huh? Lets not even mention the Yahoo rings I joined.

So Wednesday the evap cooler in my house went out. Now, if you live back east, or you are blessed with the miracle that is central air, then you may not be familiar with the term "evap cooler." Allow me to explain. An evaporative cooler (or "swamp cooler" depending on who you're speaking to) is a sorry excuse for air conditioning that a lot of people in this god forsaken desert seem to have been stuck with. It doesn't really do a whole lot when compared to AC, but trust me. It's better than nothing. And for the past few days, I've had nothing. It's 100 degrees outside, and it's about 95 in my house. Except around 6pm when the sun starts to set, thenit's about 90 outside, but still a good 95 inside. Sucks. Ass. And fans are pretty much useless. All they really do is circulate the hot air. Being overheated makes me just generally cranky. So my whole family is pretty sick of me at this point. I would much rather be cold than hot. At least when you're cold you can grab a blanket and you're good to go. When you're hot, all you can do is keep pulling off layers, and once you hit that layer of epidermis, well, you're screwed.

Anyways. In 6 days me and Shana will be attending the Janet Jackson concert. This has pretty much been Shana's life long goal, so it should be pretty stellar (provided she doesn't cancel, cause then I'll have to go hunt her down for screwing my friend over and then I'll have to share a cell with that crazy broad that was stalking David Letterman. Which will suck.). 2 days after that me and Elaine are 8th row for the Train/MatchboxTwenty show. I am so psyched. Currently I'm doubly psyched cause I just found out (seriously, like 3 hours ago!) that the opening act is Pete Yorn! Now, I haven't gotten the chance to tell Elaine that, but I guarentee you that if she's reading this now, she's doing the happy dance. Now, 12 days after that (insert drum role here!) I will be attending the Backstreet Boys show at desert sky. The closer it gets, the more psyched I am about it. I'm going to pick up my hooker boots today and I am planning to seriously work it. Not like, "Hey lady, how much?" work it, but more like "Sweet Jesus she's hot. I think she might be my soulmate!" (says Nick) work it. See the difference there?

Speaking of BSB, actually of boy bands in general, I just wanna say welcome to our cube, Elaine. My best friend the music Nazi has just completely broken down. She has given in to the boy band phenomena that has taken place among her friends, though not entirely by choice. She had to be worn down. But it was great fun watching her try to resist the infectious dance-y-nous of cookie cutter pop music. But, Shana and I have labeled ourselves the Boy Band Borg, and Miss Elaine has been assimilated. She even joined the 'Nsync diaryring (take flight Lainies dirty little secret! For you are free now!). Now she understands how I can rock out to like, Creed or Blink182 or Slipknot (actually, no, neither of them get my slipknot thing.) and then go straight home and pop in Black and Blue or No Strings Attached. I love being eclectic.

Once again I'll be home alone all weekend. Another wasted opportunity due to my perpetual single-girl status. If I was in a relationship right now I would soooo spend the better part of this weekend rocking the casbah. This single thing really lost it's shimmer a looooonnnngggg time ago. It was fun for awhile, but not so much at this point. Dammit, I deserve a stable relationship!! Do you know that Tricia had the unmittigated gall to say to me the other day? She told me that my problem was that I still belived that a stable, equal relationship was worth waiting for (Aint that some shit?). I told her it was, she said no, it's not. I'm sorry, I love Tricia, I really do. Been my best friend since 8th grade. But I am not about to take relationship advice from someone who has a penchant for getting into long, drawn out, horribly dyfuntional relationship (that always, ALWAYS end badly) with guys who can pass for the missing link. Sorry Trish, but I'm gonna have to keep waiting (as opposed to finding a "man-bitch" to date until I get bored as she so optimistically suggested, like it was a good idea or something).

I'm pretty psyched. Talked to the treasurer at TGB today. Turns out Saturday or Monday I'm probably gonna get paid the first installment of the migrant farmer wages I make for coaching flagline. So that means I'll have cash for the two concerts coming up next week. How very bitchin. Throw another T-shirt on the pile, my good man! Also, I'm kinda psyched cause we don't have a football game this week. Whoo Hoo!! Day off! Our directors grandfather died (yeah, that I'm not psyched about. It's very sad, he was already a little stressed because of all the crap that went down last Tuesday, not to mention regular band crap. So, sad sad story.) and he'll be out of town til next Wednesday. So we probably won't have night practice on Monday either. Stellar, 2 days off.

Well kiddies, I gotta jet. It's getting pretty late and I gotta hit the hay. I have a lunch date with Shana and Elaine tomorrow. Yeah, what scares me the most is that this is the closest I've come to any kind of date in quite awhile. But let's just not go there, k? Later days!!

~*~Word Of The Day~*~

maunder MON-dur, intransitive verb:

1. To talk incoherently; to speak in a rambling manner.

2. To wander aimlessly or confusedly.
past / present