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The night before I travel is never a good one for me. I can never seem to get a decent night's sleep. Traveling stresses me out. Therefore, I only got 2 hours of sleep last night. I awoke at 5:30 AM to catch my 7:10 flight to Houston and from there Nueva York. Everything was delightfully on time (this was probably the least stressful flight I have ever had). My plane got into New York 20 minutes early! So awesome.

Alumni...what can I say about it. The room is small but I don't need a lot of room, although it would be nice if I could bring my piano stand but alas there isn't room for it. My problem with the place is it's really dirty. The carpet in my room has some questionable stains on it (but now I have an excuse to by a pretty rug) and yea ewww, the place looks as if it hasn't been cleaned in quite awhile. I'm sure I'll get antsy this week and clean the entire thing. Anyways, I basically came here, hooked up my computer and internet, and went to Maggies. Its cute. We talked and had a jolly ole' time. Oooooh and she gave me my birthday present which may be one of the best presents I've ever gotten. She got me a bunch of records and they will definitely be listened to once I have access to a record player. And I get the records back cause I left them with her. Come Christmas, we will all be sitting together, drinking hot chocolate, and listening to Robert Goulet's Christmas album...yes you read that right.

We lounged at her apartment for 2 hours. I ate falafel and tired not to make a mess. Met Jack. Nice guy. Cute. And then the 3 of us went to see The Baxter. It was nice. I laughed. I love Mr. Michael Showalter.

After the movie, I ran some errands and ate some bad food. Joe called and I went over to Broome and watched the end of Stella and The Daily Show.

Overall, I nice first day back. And now the lack of sleep has caught up with me and I am crashing. Goodnight.

Me: Mom, I burned you the new Coldplay / Mom: You know how I know you're gay?

I think my mom thought that part of The 40 Year-Old Virgin was the funniest thing ever. So now everytime I mention Coldplay...yea...

Anyways, last night she and I watched the VMA's. And these were my favorite "Mom moments":


* Mom singing along during Green Day's performance.
* "I want to be a punk-rocker! In my next life, I'm going to be a punk-rocker."
* "I want to see more punk-rock. Who else is performing, anymore punk rock?"
* In reference to Orlando Bloom: "He IS lovely."
* "Oh I like Usher. He's so cute." (Usher gets onstage to present some performance thing) "Oh let Usher dance! I want to see him do something, he's so good."
* "Hoes. More hoes."
* "Puff Daddy, shut up. Go away."
* "Mariah Carey, shut up. Go away."

you know you're stunning, you're absolutely stunning

i wish i was a really pretty acoustic guitar playing surfer chick in love with a really cute, geeky, acoustic guitar playing guy who makes shirts at neighborhoodies declaring his adoration for me or that promote me as a musician and we can write songs together and sing them together and be so in love love love...

*sigh*

or i can just see them in concert in exactly one month!!!!!!! woohoo!!!!!

giant cowboy boots

1 week
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now i just have to find something to do for that entire time...

I will be your Cinderella, if you'll be my cowboy man

I did my end of summer trip to Gruene today. Texas boys are hot. Especially the ones who work at Gristmill...I fell in love maybe 10 times today. I'm definitely not ruling out moving back to Texas after I graduate...as long as it's Austin and it's an awesome job. But I'm practically a freshman again so yea who knows what's to come.

When my mom and I got to Gruene, there was really good blues music coming from Gruene Hall. I was really hungry though so we went to go eat and then I thought to go to the hall afterward to check out the music. But when we were done they weren't playing so we went to go walk around and we went to the Music & Art Museum only to discover it's sad state since they're closing. We walked in and everything was taken down and there was a drumset and guitar onstage just waiting for someone to play them. The gift shop was having a close out sale and everything was 1/2 off. It would've been cool if the instruments were too. Anyways, as we were walking to the car, the music from the hall started up again and I got sad and wanted to go back and listen but we were about ready to pass out from the heat. Oh well.

A couple of my brother's friends came over tonight. And now the house smells like cologne. He has really cute friends. And I feel it's really wrong that I'm saying that. I mean they are 18 so it's not like there's anything wrong with it...but they're my brother's friends and that's just...*shudder*. I feel like Nata.

I talked to Jillian today. I picked up the phone just as it was ending the ring and she starts yelling "you answered your phone!!! You never answer it!!!" It was real funny. And she told me I'm going to visit her in October since Jason Mraz is playing at Georgetown. No objection here. I like when people force me to visit them. I feel very loved.

The funniest movie I have ever seen. No lie. My throat hurts I laughed so much.

I hear she's kicking ass across the board

12 days...wwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

Brother came home. It seems that the only time we can speak civilized to each other is when the conversation goes as follows:

Juan: Hey, did you get any new cds.
Me: Um, yea but I don't know if you want them.
Juan: Can I look?
Me: Ok.
(we proceed to my room. he sits in front of my collection and stares.)
Juan: Do you have The Who?
Me: Yes.
Juan: Can I have that...and can I have Marvin Gaye...and Stevie Wonder...and The Shins...and The Killers...and that Ryan Adams...and what about the new Jason Mraz?
Me: You hate him.
Juan: Yea...but he's gonna be at ACL.
Me: In my car.
Juan: Anything else in the car?
Me: Lyle Lovett and Stevie Ray Vaughan.
Juan: Um...ok I'll go look.
Me: I need your new ones.
Juan: They're all on my computer.
Me: Burn them for me then.
Juan: Ok.

See? Civilized. If only every conversation we had was about music. Life would be so peaceful. No more "fuck you" or "shit" or "asshole" or "bitch."

*sigh*

OMG I went out with people! Shocking...

Me: It's too loud.
Annette: I know.
Me: I feel like people are invading my space.
Annette: dot com.

Tonight I went to Pappasitos with my group of friends. I got there first because I'm freakishly always on time. And because I'm so predictable, Annette knew I would be the first one there and so I got to reserve the table. Anyways it was fun. Here are pictures...


Mike, Nathan (the only guy currently on my eternal crush list), & Aaron (my fellow New York academic & favorite Columbia kid)

Staci, Me, & Erica

Vicky & Annette

Louis & Annette

Matt (he covered his cell phone with a Krispy Kreme bupper sticker! I gave him points for his creativity...but no one understands why)

Nathan & Aaron...total studs...I'm sorry for using the word studs.

Annette & Me & my shiny face wtf.

omigod group photo

Nathan & Me (this young man always tells me to have fun in New York and be careful and safe up there...can you see why he's on the list?)

Me & Aaron...yay New York

I'm glad I got to see them. I've felt really depressed/sad/confused this summer and seeing them made me a bit happier.

2 weeks :)

Oh and I miss Nina.

Could I *be* any more bored?

Where I am:


Where I'd like to be:


People I'd like to see:










I wish she would come home:


I want to have an impromptu dance party where Maggie falls to the ground and exclaims:


And where I put on my cowboy hat and do this:



This is what I did today: I went to the dentist then Borders then Starbucks then JoAnn Fabrics.

Someone save me.

I apologize Ms. Jackson...Oh.

I look at this picture and wish I was little again. My brother was so sweet. What happened?

I went to his 8th grade reunion on Friday. Basically I was the only sibling of anyone there. My mom and I talked with the other parents many of whom I have known forever. One mother ran up to me, threw her arms around me and said "Here she is!!!!" and then her voice got really low and she said "Ok. Now WHAT are you doing up there?" I told her and she screamed "You're back where you were 4 years ago!! You're doing what you wanted! Alright!" And then she saw my tote bag that says "I Dig Music" and she smiled and calmly said "That's SO you. SO you!"

Another mother there was my 5th grade teacher. She's one of the sweetest people I know. She also happens to be the aunt of a former male classmate of mine. She was telling me about the boys and what they're all up to and it made me miss middle school. As awkward as those years were, there are a few times I wish I could go back. And then there are times when I wish some things never happened. Anyways she told me I should give her nephew a call to get together with him and the boys. As much as I would like to do that, it would also be really weird. I think the last time I really hung out with them was Semi-Formal sophomore year and that was one of the best times I had at a dance. I remember me and Jillian sitting across from James, Eric, and Daniel and not eating any of our dinner cause we were laughing so much. And riding to the dance in Vanessa's ginormous van and laughing at them doing an impression of what their school's coach would sound like singing "Ms. Jackson" and Daniel telling me how their principal (whose daughter I know from middle school) went up to him and this is the conversation that followed:

Mr. Saenz: So Daniel, I hear you're going to Incarnate Word's Semi-Formal.
Daniel: Yes, I'm going with my friend Anna.
Mr. Saenz: Oh yes, I remember her...she has the most beautiful hair I've ever seen.
Daniel: (awkward pause) yea...



Jillian, Vanessa, and Me. I don't know what I'm doing there. I think my mom may have told me to stand up straight so I decided that meant lifting up my head.

I realize that many of the people who read this blog have NO idea who these people are or what I'm talking about. But I've been really nostalgic these past few days. For serious. I took out my old yearbooks from Holy Spirit and started looking at them wishing I was little again.

God I'm so weird.

But didn't they HATE each other?

I had a friend request on thefacebook today from a girl who I haven't seen/spoken to since 8th grade. I think she and I may have been best friends one year seeing I had a different best friend every year (but that's a whole other story). This made me think about my Holy Spirit years. I was seeing how pretty much all of us are friends with each other on thefacebook and I thought it was really funny because when we were all together at Holy Spirit, we were definitely not all friends. I think about 75% of my 8th grade class went to this one high school together and were all best friends there (or so it seemed). I think by the time I graduated there were only 2 of us in my graduating class who went to Holy Spirit (and I think we started with something like 8). I just remember some of the girls being really cruel to each other in middle school and now they're friends on thefacebook. Eh. Not really important. I just think it's amusing.

My brother's class is totally different. Tomorrow there's a reunion for his 8th grade class. My mom and I are going, too. My class never had a reunion. Unless they did and I wasn't invited...bitches...but I was invited to go with them to Europe one year but since I had gone the year before...you see where this is going. My mom didn't tell me of this invite until a month or 2 after it was issued. She got a call from one of the boys' mothers inviting me and my mom and blah blah blah you know where this is going. It was nice though. I liked the boys' mothers.

Hey, hey look. I'm holdin' his hand. Heh, heh.

This morning at 8:45 my dad waltzed into my room and asked "Are you ready?"...the obvious answer was "no." I was in my pajamas, in my bed, snuggled tight. "Well I'm ready" he replied. I got out of bed, put on some clothes, and was ready. On the way to the airport my dad told me things like "if those jeans you like look good, go ahead and buy them. I want you to look good." and "take your time with things, don't rush into anything." Now with the latter, I thought he was talking about school or life or something. And then he said, "you know what I mean? I didn't get married til I was 36." (pause) "But mom was 29, which is a good age." My dad likes to do these sneak future relationship/marriage talks with me. He likes to tell me things like "marry a guy with a good job," "marry someone a few years older, well established," and the new "don't rush into marriage." Right, because I have so many gentlemen callers just waiting to take my hand in marriage.

I went to my mom's office today and filed and did manual labor and watched CNBC. Geez those people are nerds. Mom included. She taught me about bonds today and now I feel smarter.

My mom picked me up after my Spanish class and even though we have tons of original restaurants on the Riverwalk, I chose Hard Rock Cafe. I like it. It's loud, but fun. They played Bruce Springsteen videos, Duran Duran, etc. Some really bad, some really good. And then they start showing this video from a live show and my worst fear came true...Nickelback. I started freaking out and just cringing and my mom started laughing. I literally almost felt sick to my stomach. Ewwwwww. Thinking about it now makes me cringe. *shudder*

But I fell in love today at Hard Rock. The host. He had a mohawk and a cute smile and nice eyes. I never thought I would fall for a guy with a mohawk. Awwww but I like him. *smile*