All Night Poetry Writing Fest!
Jones Soda, Sour Patch Kids, Pretzels, and Caffeine pills.
These are such stuff as dreams are made of.

I just saw Cinderella Man. I thought it was outstanding.
I have an unexplainable love for sports movies... This is odd because I don't even have a love of sports. I would rather watch a 2 hour film about basketball, with false, contrived drama than watch 1 hour of pure, raw competition. I think this is probably symbolic of a large part of my personality, but it's probably a bad thing, so I'm not going to look into it.

Is It Just Me?

Now, I may be the only one who thinks this, but does Dave Grohl's mouth bear a striking resemblance to a horse's mouth? Odd that I still find him so attractive...

Eff the Po-lice!

As of yesterday, I no longer have a clean driving record due to the fact that I rear ended some chick when I turned around to see what my passenger was drawing on my window.
I received a $427 ticket, upon which the dumbass cop who gave it to me wrote "carless driving." Not "careless." That's right, I was driving without a car. Douche bag.
And, just for icing on the shit-cake that was my day, some guy flipped me off in the Fred Meyer parking lot. I almost busted a cap.

Long night

So I just had the strangest night...
At about 10:40, I was going to go to the market to get something for my parents, but I couldn't for the life of me find my keys... So after searching for about a half hour, I realized that they were in fact locked in my car. This was bad because my car was blocking my dad's car in the driveway, so no one would have transportation in the morning if I couldn't get into my car. My spare key was for some reason in Jacksonville in the possession of a friend of mine, who I called about 12 times and got no answer. So I called in back-up.
My friend Rachel owes me a favor or 12, so she came and picked me up in her '69 Beetle, and we drove way the hell out to the key-holder's house. Everyone was clearly asleep there, so we sneaked around the back and rapped on her window, woke her up, and scared the shit out of her. Her parents thought we were breaking in or something, so they came downstairs all hyped up... Heather went outside and got the key out of her car... all was good.
Long story short, by the time I got home and could access my car, the market was closed, and I couldn't go get what I set out for in the first place. Damn.

Yeah!

I feel it is time for another review.
I find Clap Your Hands Say Yeah to be utterly delightful. This is a five-piece band with a really interesting sound. The only way I can really describe their self-titled album is as something of an acid-tripping indie band at a circus. Actually that's just the first track. Their sound is pretty up-beat, and super catchy; not in the "dammit, I can't get this stupid song out of my head" way, but the foot-tappin', head-bobbin', and, I guess, the hand clappin' way. I bet they'd be great live.
One of the main things that I find appealing about them is the lead singer's voice. At first, I thought he kind of sounded like a gruff-er version of the singer from the Format, but through the last couple of songs on the album, I decided that he sounds like an exact blend between David Byrne (Talking Heads) and Gordon Gano (Violent Femmes).
I'd say this cd is a good buy. Too bad I don't own it legitamately.
So yes, yes I will. I will clap my hands, and I will say "yeah," and I will love every second of it.

Tag

Damn you Adam! Go and make me play this silly game.

The first player of this game starts with the topic "“five weird habits of yourself,"” and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don'’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says "You have been tagged" (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

My weird habits:

1: No matter which stall I use in a public restroom, I flush every toilet before I go... With my foot.

2: I use the terms "that's gay" and "you homo" a little too loosely in front of homosexuals.

3: Bean burrito, no onions.

4: After washing my hands, I must completely dry them before leaving the sink area. Not a hint of moisture.

5: I turn off the lights when I exit rooms, often meaning I have to re-enter when I realize there are still people in there.

I will be tagging no one. Because, well, I don't know who I would tag. Oh, wait! This would piss Sam off! And I'll tag Jenny, cause she'll never read it anyway. But at least you know some weird habits.

I just watched the lamest movie ever, and then a movie which was about 300 times better than I expected.

LAME

How lametarded. I just typed a longass entry, but apparently I wasn't signed in. Long story short, I lost the post. Here's the abriged version:
-Had a good break; it's over now
-Saw some friends; they're gone now
-Got a cd player for my car
-Got Duran Duran, Phish, and Pearl Jam cd's as gifts
-Other bad-ass presents
-Purchased DMB live at the Gorge (2 cd's + 1 dvd)
-Hope you enjoyed the holidays

Dammit. Good night.