I had a dream that I played guitar with Paul McCartney and then got my hair done like Blake Lively's all during a party at the house my aunt and uncle lived in over 5 years ago.

1. We stayed at the studio all night and tracked everything I needed to track, so I don't have to go back in tonight. Some of it I like, some of it I less-than like. I didn't like the vocals we ended up with on Downpour, but March 3rd sounds so awesome I can't even fathom. I didn't like the initial Parallel to Me, but then Gary (he's the studio technician) added in some of the coolest bluesy electric guitar I've ever heard, and it sounded so much better. He's also having someone come in to lay down Hammond organ on it. I am so excited. Quiet People was alright, but we're adding piano, so that should sound even better soon. On Thursday we've got a drummer coming in to track March 3rd, which will sound pretty awesome. The rest of the songs use a drum machine, since it's just a demo. Needless to say, I'm pretty psyched about it. I can't wait to show you guys. I'm so exhausted I could cry right now, but it's worth it.

2. I had a dream last night that I was flying to the Caribbean and my plane crashed- kinda. It more like, landed on a freeway suddenly. Which had something to do with the mafia? And my dad was with me.

I had a dream last night that Sparks had words. Like, it had lyrics, and I was listening to it, and it wasn't weird to me. They were just regular old Townshend lyrics. And then I woke up and went, what? (And I also put Tommy in to make sure I wasn't insane.) I can't remember what the lyrics were, but that would have been cool.

My second oldest little brother is going to his prom tonight. His name is Jamie. His date's name is Jamie. (A girl named Jamie, he's not going with himself.) HOW CUTE IS THAT? He has a tux, and her dress is yellow, and they've got a limo, and IT'S ALL SO CUTE.

I watched The Bucket List last night, and it was pretty good. Obviously both actors are top-notch, and the story was cute, very emotional but it was funny. All in all, a good movie.

All the fic I've been reading lately has Spencer in it. It's all either Spencer/Brendon or Spencer/Jon. I even read a few of the Spencer/Ryan Big Bangs. Spencer is a really awesome common-denominator.

I had the best dream ever last night. We were somewhere (no idea where), shirethief and I, and Keith Richards was just sitting at a table in some cafe. So I went over and quietly asked if I could get a picture with him, and he was like, yes, but come with me, and we walked around the corner where there was nobody, because he said he didn't want everyone asking him for pictures and if they saw me doing it, they'd realize who he was and everyone would ask. I forgot my camera, but luckily (as per usual!) shirethief was around with hers (because she is a crazy photographer with it attached to her hip at all times). But Keith wouldn't let me just stand by him and snap a photo, he made me do all these crazy poses, and it was amazing because he was Keith Richards, so we like, fake yelled at each other, and fake kissed, and ran around flailing wildly, and did "fangs up" (AHAHA), all while Patricia snapped photos. And all I can remember thinking was, holy shit, my livejournal is gonna love these. And when I woke up I was so sad that it wasn't real.

Had a really good time last night. I have a bit of a headache this morning, and I'm a little tired, but George Thorogood is tonight. I'm having a drink of rum right now with Max, and it's sunny, so life is good. We're talking about how the Banana Boat Song is like the #1 Caribbean tourism promotion song, which kinda means that they're using historical instances of colonization to further colonize and exploit other cultures, seeing as the song used to be about solidarity, hope and getting through horrible situations and keeping your spirit and it's now about laying on a groomed beach drinking mojitos.

In conclusion, I WAS A REBEL FROM THE DAY I LEFT SCHOOL. GREW MY HAIR LONG AND BROKE ALL THE RULES. I'D SIT AND LISTEN TO MY RECORDS ALL DAY WITH BIG AMBITIONS OF WHEN I WOULD PLAY. MY PARENTS TAUGHT ME WHAT LIFE WAS ABOUT, AND I GREW UP THE TYPE THEY WARNED ME ABOUT. They said my friends were just an unruly mob and I should... GET A HAIRCUT AND GET A REAL JOB.

GEORGE THOROGOOD, BABY.

Things:

1. I have comments to make about my love for Forgetting Sarah Marshall and about feminism and how thinking that movies like that are funny and awesome doesn't make you misogynistic, but I don't have the energy. What I do want to say about the movie, quickly, is: "YOU SOUND LIKE YOU'RE FROM LONDON", hahaha Paul Rudd, and also, I don't remember the exact line, but the line about the sandal and the other sandal, it's mate, it's exact opposite, well, not like it's evil twin, but...

Actually, that's it. Just that one thing. ♥ Morning!

ETA: I lied, there's another few things.

2. Can I just say, I have a really satisfying tan right now. You don't understand, I do not tan. I am ghost-woman, lady in white. But I've been slowly building a tan for about a month now, and in another month, it's gonna be awesome. I look awesome in the tan department. I dig it.

3. After I got Max to be a Panic fan, I started working on Alex being a Fall Out Boy fan. And it's totally working. I like this, when my brothers start listening to this stuff, I feel validated.

4. I had the best dream ever last night, I was very sad when my alarm woke me from it. It was tonight, work was over for Monday, and I was driving to Moncton. I was listening to good music, it was madly sunny, and I was thinking about how I was going to see Panic, and that I only had four more days of work to go through before Boston, and I had gotten money from my dad so I didn't have to worry about that. I was really, really happy and everything was really, really good. And then my alarm woke me up, and it's Monday again. WHICH IS OKAY, because I actually like Mondays.

Good lord, Jensen Ackles. It's ridiculous what you do to me.

Blarrrrg, mornings. I had a weird dream that shirethief and I were at some sort of Panic meet and greet, but it was only Ryan and Jon, and then shirethief refused to drive me home, so I was all pissed and started yelling at Ryan Ross for liking The Who Sell Out better than The Who By Numbers, which, um, what? I'm not even a huge The Who By Numbers fan. And we were gonna get our picture taken with them, but shirethief didn't want to, so she went to to the bathroom. And then I got Iced Cappuccino at the end, and it was the best part of my day. But man, I was so pissed at Ryan Ross about the Sell Out thing. I'm pretty sure at one point I called him an amateur, which, just. No. The Who Sell Out > The Who By Numbers. Dream!RyRo is right.

Why, I suppose, you should like Pete Wentz. She's right, yaknow.

Hi. I slept for waaaaaay too long. Went to bed at eight, just crashed, I was exhausted. Woke up at four this morning, glaringly awake, couldn't get back to sleep until I did, and then I dreamed that I was wandering around the mall, frantically searching for the books that come after Twilight, and some random guy was signing things at the Cole's. His name was like, Billy Banks, or something, and he was from the Hills, but I had no idea who he was, I just wanted the books and they wouldn't give me them. So I woke up again at seven going wtf, and here I am. I think I'll try for class all this week.

My three day binge? Yeah, that was rough. I dunno how quickly I'll be doing that again, but this was my first weekend in a looooong time that I didn't have to play a show, so it was allowed. I have shows for the next few weeks, so I won't be nearly as bad. But my god, ow.

Happy St Patrick's Day! Here, have something Irish in the form of Flogging Molly's 'If I Ever Leave This World Alive'. I feel empty since I'm not at X.

So, hey, twitchy_giraffe, I just finished reading A Complicated Kindness on your recommendation, and I liked it a lot. But truthfully, I have no idea what to do with it. It's kinda... well, emo, but relate-to-able, I guess. Very, very much so, so that you're lying there after you're finished going, "wow, that was melodramatic, and me lying here thinking about it is melodramatic", but you can't actually do anything about it, so you have to just lie there, being melodramatic all over the place.

I haven't posted in 24 hours, which was what I was going for. It was a self-imposed 24 hour refraining from posting in my lj. I was almost overdosing. I swear that my eyes are going to fall out of my head, because before I went to class this morning, I hadn't been out of the house since Monday and I had barely stood up from my computer chair during that entire time. I was definitely flist checking though, so I guess it doesn't really count.

Last night I sat down with Max, and we each had a guitar, and we wrote a song. It's called Downpour, and it's kinda sappy, but it has a chord progression that I like, and Max added some really neat guitar fills that I think make what would otherwise be a regular old pop song a bit more modern and interesting. Sometimes talking to Max is such a relief from this life I'm currently living. He's got ideas and optimism, and he's so thoughtful. He thinks everything through, he doesn't judge me for my sudden infatuations in anything, he's just curious about them, asks me questions. He reads books about religion and books about drugs and books about skate sharpening all in the same week and gives each of them the same amount of consideration. And he will sit down with me for two hours and write a song, playing it over and over until we're sick of it, so that I will have something I can call my own for this show on the 31st.

I want to find the "In the Tub" scene from Big Fish, but it's not on youtube. The song just popped up on my random, and I really like it.

I Feel Just Like A Child by Devendra Banhart reminds me of two summers ago at the commune, because we listened to it a lot. Zack was obsessed, and he used to play it on repeat.

Last night I dreamed that Rizzo from Grease was a doctor at Seattle Grace, and somebody was pregnant and they thought it was her, but Alex Karev was the Kenickie in the situation. And then Spencer Smith came to my town to take classes at MtA and he asked me who could best teach him where the good drum classes were, so I called Luke Patterson and they became best friends.

As soon as I can get my money together, I'm going to get my "We Are Stardust, We Are Golden" tattoo. But I have to decide what font I want, and where to get it. I wish there was a conceivable way that I could get it on my wrist, but it's probably gonna be too big, so I'll have to put one or two of my stars on my wrist (I'm getting seven tiny star tattoos altogether over the course of my life). I was thinking about putting the words on my neck, but then I remembered that somebody already did that, and I don't wanna step on their groove (I'm lookin' at you, push_over).

SO. Last night I had the stupidest dream in the world.

To begin this story, I need to tell you that I have never heard any music by The Academy Is.... I don't know anything songs by them, or even what they would sound like if I heard them on the radio. The single fact I know about them is that one of them is called William Beckett*.

Alright, so in my dream, it was New Years Eve and we went to the local tavern to party it up, which apparently was a tradition. When we got there, I found out that there was a band playing called The Academy Is... and we were all mad, because traditionally nobody played and we liked DJs better. (WTF? I know.) And so I was like, mad, but I figured oh well.

So we sat on couches (and there are no couches at the local tavern) and watched the band set up. I was sitting with butystherumgone, and I asked her to point out William Beckett to me so that I could take a bunch of pictures of him to post for the Beckett fans on my friendslist. So she told me which one was him (and like, I'm pretty sure in real life, she has no idea who he even is) and I started taking pictures.

Other members of The Academy Is... were Jacob Hoggard and Mark Geddes (a local musician from here). Also, The Academy Is... was the band Never Ending White Lights. They played their songs, and they even had Raine Maida in to sing Liar.

And obviously, butystherumgone is freaking out because of Jacob, and he's like, jumping off the stage to take pictures with her, and being hyper, and saying she's his biggest fan**.

After the gig, I was talking to who William Beckett supposedly was for a long time, and I got him to record messages to fandom so I could post them.

All I have to say about this is, whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? WHO IS THIS GUY. After some googling, I've found out that this is the real William Beckett, but in my dream, he looked more like Brendon Urie. I also now know that TAI*** is a band signed by Feuled By Ramen, so I have an idea about what they sound like in my head to snicker at.


* Thanks, friendslist. You people are informative.
** Which I'm actually pretty sure is the truth.
*** WHOA. I'd been seeing that abbreviation around bandom a lot! Now I know what it means. Kick ass.