I'm trying to figure out how much she damaged me as a young adult, and she's trying to figure out why I am such a fuck-up. Not really, but kind of. Actually, we both just love each other so much that we had to take it to the Internet. I am the biggest dork on the planet.
Let me start by saying that my family has a long history of Democratic desires. Even if I think really hard, I can't think of a single family member that is a staunch Republican, or even a casual one. That said, in addition to our more liberal showcases, my family is mostly led by strong women, especially on my mom's side. And they all hate Palin. Scared to death of her. Understandable. It's got my mom and my grandmother running so nervous that the amount of statements I get encouraging me to vote and convince my friends to vote is astonishing. My mom even decided to volunteer for the Obama campaign, and this is someone who was for Hilary in the beginning stages. It's partly inspiring and sometimes amusing, and to encourage the entertainment, I send her whatever linkage and videos I come across as I browse the Web. This is something I found that made her laugh/shake in her boots some more. I have a feeling she then forwarded it to my grandma.
Currently listening to all of Narrow Stairs, and a retail version at that. My Starbucks got them in early, and I couldn't resist swiping one. Hey, I didn't download ANY leaks. I'm still buying the CD and I get perfect quality. Win win and win for a day that's not going so hot.
Going home later today to meet up with my mom. I really have some things I need to talk about, and because she is the most wonderful woman in the entire world, I know that her kind eyes will lead me in a straight path.
My head hurts.
But this album is really good. The kind that might give me a clean slate.
I've spent the past hour listening to The Kooks. It's been good. If you want some good playlistening, here's my muxtape. Make one too, post it and spread the love. This is an awesome technological bean.
So last night. We had some guests (Four Letter Lie) crash at the crib. Adam Elmakias (or Mark Diesel, I've learned), an awesome photographer-person on tour with the band, was doing a photo shoot for Ace Enders that day. And so, later in the night, Adam was dropped off at our apartment by Ace and van. That's it, really. Ha, you thought it was going to be more exciting, huh? Ha, you have too much faith in me. I'm really quite boring.
In fact, I've been sitting on my couch doing some hardcore school work and thinking about my toothache. Likely a cavity, I'm assuming. I'm so boring, I decided to blog about it.
Today is my mommy's birthday. Please help me (and her) out by going to her new, freshly-launched blog and posting a comment. I'd really appreciate it. Something constructive though, please. It's not that she can't handle a good joke, it's just that she pays my rent.
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