It's Magic...
Well, well, well, it's Nashville for me this weekend! We drive down early [if Jane can get her bum out the door faster than the rate of one foot per 20 minutes] tomorrow morning and don't return till Tuesday night. What happens in between will be three days full of Jane intending to make our stay as hellish as possible, Julian, Crystal stressing, an experience with Bethel World Outreach, Crystal meeting her potential roomies, country-music-listening vomit-inducers, and crashing in a Hampton Inn suite at night. It's gonna be interesting.
But wait, you heard that right--Julian! Turns out the Mae tour is playing some little club called The End on Sunday night, 12 bucks, in Nashville, while we're in town! So guess who's gonna be there? I'm quite elated. We don't have to wait till July 13th to see him again. :) I love brown eyes. So Sunday night will be filled with ugly shoes, truth-telling hips, chewed inner lips, sweat and surprise and the only honest smiles I can ever make. I'm excited, excited, excited.
It's been threatening to rain here for days, every afternoon getting cloudy and windy and cool and right when you expect the skies to pour you suddenly realize you're back sitting in the family room, with the ventilador on, fanning yourself, with a glass of ice water and marveling over the moment-by-moment discovery that it really is possible to breathe such muggy air. Just rain already!!! It's so cruel to tease.... :(
Well, in spite of getting to see our man again, I am somewhat dreading this weekend (understandable), I have alot left to get ready, not to mention hitting up the thrift stores because I have become one of those girls when it comes to William Beckett. *gags* Oh no. Add that to the whole "Jackson suicide" rumor -oh gosh, I really thought they were being serious for a second, my poor Michael, I almost had a heart attack!- well.... eh, let's just say I have alot better things to be doing right now than blogging on this strange thing.
Oh, P.S. I just finished this book, Little Children, and as a short review I must say it is just REALITY. It's very realistic. Aside for some slow parts and a few instances of cheesy affair-dialogue, I rather enjoyed it. Perotta is good and talented when it comes to writing a story that could feasibly have been non-fiction. None of that corny crap like YA novels throw at you. Don't read YA novels! They suck! [A bit of a personal rant here, as you can see.] Anyway, I liked it, I recommend it, it's a really good summer book (<--- The typical cliche recommendation, I know. :D), relatively light but with some dark overtones. Good.
But wait, you heard that right--Julian! Turns out the Mae tour is playing some little club called The End on Sunday night, 12 bucks, in Nashville, while we're in town! So guess who's gonna be there? I'm quite elated. We don't have to wait till July 13th to see him again. :) I love brown eyes. So Sunday night will be filled with ugly shoes, truth-telling hips, chewed inner lips, sweat and surprise and the only honest smiles I can ever make. I'm excited, excited, excited.
It's been threatening to rain here for days, every afternoon getting cloudy and windy and cool and right when you expect the skies to pour you suddenly realize you're back sitting in the family room, with the ventilador on, fanning yourself, with a glass of ice water and marveling over the moment-by-moment discovery that it really is possible to breathe such muggy air. Just rain already!!! It's so cruel to tease.... :(
Well, in spite of getting to see our man again, I am somewhat dreading this weekend (understandable), I have alot left to get ready, not to mention hitting up the thrift stores because I have become one of those girls when it comes to William Beckett. *gags* Oh no. Add that to the whole "Jackson suicide" rumor -oh gosh, I really thought they were being serious for a second, my poor Michael, I almost had a heart attack!- well.... eh, let's just say I have alot better things to be doing right now than blogging on this strange thing.
Oh, P.S. I just finished this book, Little Children, and as a short review I must say it is just REALITY. It's very realistic. Aside for some slow parts and a few instances of cheesy affair-dialogue, I rather enjoyed it. Perotta is good and talented when it comes to writing a story that could feasibly have been non-fiction. None of that corny crap like YA novels throw at you. Don't read YA novels! They suck! [A bit of a personal rant here, as you can see.] Anyway, I liked it, I recommend it, it's a really good summer book (<--- The typical cliche recommendation, I know. :D), relatively light but with some dark overtones. Good.
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