New Moon Trailer

The first trailer for New Moon has been officially released and it's epic. When I first saw it I stopped breathing, once breathing returned I cried, screamed and shook for 15 minutes.

Now I've probably watched it at least 20 times.

CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE TRAILER

I am sure this will be removed once Summit realizes it's up - but by then they'll probably have the full thing on MTV.com like promised.

Here's my dissection of the trailer.

It starts out as Edward and Bella pull up to her house in her truck where she asks for a kiss. Edward seems hesitant to give her her wish, so I think this happened after the birthday party once he's already decided he's not good enough for her.

Next, he tells her that she's the reason for his existence, which is an important part to the trailer/movie of course.

The birthday scene is next, and it's a little more off-white than I imagined, but it works. I love the candles and I love Chris Weitz directing thus far. His shots are incredible.

Here's where I have a few problems and a few compliments.

First off, I hate Jasper's hair and that's an issue for me.

I loveeee the shot of the blood as it hits the carpet. I love details like that. Some directors would have overlooked something so minor.

They changed the "incident" between Edward, Bella and Jasper. I kind of do like the Edward throws them both to separate ends of the room, but I really loved in the book how Jasper's empty eyes and snapping fangs were just inches from her face.

Jackson does a great job in his little spotlight. I love how the force from landing on the piano makes his head snap back. In slow motion it looks epic.

Rosalie looks soooo much more beautiful in this film than the last one. I think Nikki Reed might have also lost a little weight. She looks good though. (Don't lose any more!)

The breakup scene - or from what they show - I don't have any problems with except one small one -- why is Edward wearing the same blazer in all these scenes?!

Kristen Stewart looks a lot more beautiful in this one than Twilight.

Bella curled up into a ball after the break up, it was a nice lil clip to show her pain, but the trailer BARELY touched on her pain of being without Edward, so I look forward to seeing more of that in the film.

Laurent in the medow = perfection.

Taylor Lautner shirtless = oh wow.

Finally, Jacob's wolf. I have several problems with the wolf. It looks kinda weak and silly. One of my friends used the word "cheesy" which I think describes it perfectly. I do however love the transition from Jake to wolf with the shreds of clothes trailing behind him.

The fade in of the logo was epicness.

Overall vote? I approve.

The Limited Future

"They say your head can be a prison,

Then these are just congeal visits,

People will dissect us,

Till this doesn't mean a thing anymore..."

Actual personal journal entry:

I've always known that I would die young.

There are many things that are important to me, and many things that are not. I would do nearly anything to have a child of my own. To get married and have an eternal companion sounds blissful.

I imagine I will not make it to 30. I am scared of death. Not the dying - but after. If people will remember me or I'll get to keep my memories.

I have visions that I will join the 27 club. That doesn't give me much time. I would think that people would call my life a "waste" since I've accomplished so little in the time that was allotted to me, but in reality, I've done many things. No, I don't have any awards and my name isn't in bright blinking lights - but I have traveled many places, I've met many outstanding people, I have loved and been loved... There's still so much I have yet to accomplish; there's many more things on my to-do list - but just promise me that after I'm gone you won't call my life a "waste".

Isn't it incredible how we continue to make plans for the future when not even our next breath is promised to us? Not our next breath... let alone tomorrow or 5 months from now. My schedule is planned out to the end of 2010. Many plans are written in stone, plans that I would sooner die than break - but whatif it's not up to me? What if something were to happen to me a week from now and I couldn't make it to this long list of plans?

...Some would continue on without me, some wouldn't. I guess that's something I'm terrified about - the fact that although my personal world has ended, others will continue. Other worlds that revolve around my friends and family will continue to turn. It's bizarre.

How do you feel about death? Do you have a feeling about when you will die? How do you want to go? (It's inevitable people! Don't say in your sleep, that rarely happens.)

For me? Blaze of glory.

xoxox

Double Standards

How do you feel about double standards? They're all around us and don't just pertain to the ones that I'll mention in this blog.

Most people probably think about the male/female/sex double standard when they hear the words. How men can sleep with 100 chicks and it makes them hot stuff [[or whatever]] but if a girl's slept with 100 dudes she's a whore...

Double standard.

Sure, that irritates me, but in reality, I don't think anyone but your current partner should know how many conquests you've had. I think it's tactless to go around saying it aloud.

There are others, some of them affect me, even.

If I go on tour with [[insert band]] and I drink and/or get drunk every day for two weeks it's cuz I'm a rockstar, so 'they' overlook it... if I'm just a regular Jo (deliberately left off the 'e' thanks) and I drink and/or get drunk every day for two weeks then I'm automatically an alcoholic!

Double standard.

If a singer goes into acting it's a "natural transition". If an actor goes into singing it's "cuz everyone wants to sing"!

Double standard.

What are some that you can think of? Or some that you've been victims of?

Use Your Powers For Good

"You were finished long before we had even seen the start,

Why don't you stand up be a man about it,

Fight with your bare hands about it now..."

So I have taken myself away from Twitter for a few days to focus on what's actually real (And who is actually real) in life.

In the process, my Twitter followers [and you] have missed quite a lot of my life.

First of all - I'm moving.

BAM! I love starting off with big news!!! The bigger part? This week. I'm moving this week. Ohkay then. :)

My internet times are gonna be all kinds of messed up for a minute until I get Comcast to come out and install Wi-Fi for me at the new place, so until then I'll be spending time at Panera and stuff. (Good thing I love their coffee!)

Nextly, I guess it's just minimal stuff... went to the casino last night and had three wonderful martinis. There's this one guy who works downstairs who looks like a troll, but he makes the BESTEST martini's I've ever had in my life. (If you're a martini drinker, you understand.) I love mine a certain way. Extra dirty, three olives. [[Extra cold too, but that's a hard thing to do cuz sometimes people shake too hard and if you do that you're just diluting the vodka with the ice.]]

He makes a perfect martini, no ice leftover, not watered down, perfectly dirty. Perfects. :) He gets big tips from me every time...

So then Jenn and I went upstairs #cuzthatswherewehang and I ordered a martini from the chick bartender upstairs... it wasn't bad, but not as good as the downstairs guy. She shakes it too hard and didn't put in enough brine.

Apparently she was leaving cuz when Jenn went to get my third martini of the evening, this other bartender chick did not know what the fuck she was doing. Jenn ordered my martini, "Extra dirty martini, three olives." So what's this retard do? She makes a dirty martini with Three Olives Grape Vodka. *gag*

I told her to take it back and go back to school.

She came back, with basically half a glass full of brined vodka, three olives in the glass. Warm. No vermouth, no shaking over ice. What a dumb bitch.

How the fuck are they gonna let you be a bartender at a casino if you don't know how the fuck to make a martini you dumb mongoose?!

Ehh, I guess there wasn't too much else. I'll update again later.

I wrote a lot of poems and would appreciate comments on them... Have a read.

xoxox

::Edit:: I wrote more about my martini's than I did about moving. Loves it.

Lines

The lines between up and down are so thin I cannot see them,

There are lines between everything, it keeps them situated,

I count these lines and keep their distances, so that I do not cross them,

The lines between good and evil are blurred by unimaginable character,

Lines that hold our distance used to be closer together,

Now they've been replaced with my lines between drunk and sober,

The lines between love and hate are too fine to define,

And the lines between 'used to' and 'now' are somewhere between 'yours' and 'mine',

There's a few thin lines between reality and what you see as fiction,

And those are the same lines I use to draw myself a different description,

Your lines, my lines, they all cross the same paths,

But I've crossed your lines and my lines and now I never want to go back

She Fell

She ran away and wanted him to chase her,

She cut herself and wanted him to see the scars,

She bruised her knees because she begged for him to return,

She hurt her heart when she found him gone,

She cried herself to sleep at the thought of his name,

She wished that she knew life was a game,

She broke her back trying to carry him,

She ignored the signs telling her to stop,

She drank her thoughts away too much,

She beckoned just to feel his touch,

She blanked when she thought of life before him,

She fell in love way too hard,

She can't believe it happened to her,

She died of a broken heart.

Weather Man

Clouds cover my day, I am filled with endless rain,

Long torn strips of sheets, soaked with my ethanol heart,

I cannot cry tears of joy or pain,

I refuse to feel anymore,

Breaking my habits has always been hard,

But breaking my heart never seemed easier,

The fingers I count my friends on are dirty,

And I refuse to point blame until I am clean,

I could take a hundred showers

And still never remove your scent from me,

The smell of your hair and your wintery touch,

Remind me of the spring and how I ached for you

I will not beg for you, though you know I can

You will forever change my moods, my weather man

Lessons Learned

I am a firm believer that iTunes is actually Edward Cullen and it can read my mind. Earlier today I was talking to a friend about Rob Thomas and a MB20 song popped up. Somehow when I don't want to think about a certain person, certain songs will play.

Today could easily be top ten one of the worst days I've encountered in a while. I should have seen it coming - and I did... I just was stupid and opened my mouth at times that I shouldn't have.

A friend gave me that advice, but it was already too late for it.

So here I am writing poems, talking to friends online and all around trying to keep my mind off of the things that happened and the words that were said today when this song played.

Ultimately, it's how I needed to see things. I am not better, but the song gave me a good cry and let me let go of a little bit. I won't be better for a while, I can promise you that.

::There's some things that I regret, some words I wish had gone unsaid,

Some starts, that had some better endings,

Been some bad times I've been through, damage I cannot undo,

Some things I wish I could do all, all over again,

But it don't really matter,

When life gets that much harder, it makes you that much stronger,

Some pages turned, some bridges burned but there were lessons learned::

Give it a listen if you get the chance.

Inside Wants Out

Her life was empty, hollow, useless,

They all speculated on why,

She kept these people at a distance,

There was never a need to try,

Princes and Princesses were never her thing,

She was into the dark and unknown,

And to fill her lonely life she sang,

Praying her voice would fill the world,

So no one heard her cries at night,

She sang all day, and she thought they might,

But no one listened to her words of pain,

So she turned the knife on herself again,

Digging deeper each and every time, she did not cry,

The pain was inside wanting out,

The more she hurt, the deeper she cut,

She had to let the pain run free,

But she should have known and taken heed,

She only had so much to bleed

Definitions

Bright as sunshine, tight as rubber-bands,

These hands are filthy and full of blood,

My hollow chest aches weakly for the pain you give willingly

You are my pain, you are my smile,

You are the three cuts across my legs,

You are my emptiness, you are my stubbornness,

The leak has sprung once again as you exit my life bountifully,

Hot temptation forces me to press on,

But my good common sense tells me to walk away,

The two’s and the seven’s won’t sound the same

While never coming from your lips again,

If everything in life is based on fidelity,

I could live mine by the way definition of you saying my name

Happy

I hope you’re happy that I’m sad,

When I look in the mirror I see your face staring back at me,

Your words resounding in my head forever,

There are parts of you that will never leave me,

I hope that you’re happy,

Take this as my leave, take your filthy goodbyes,

I have to turn as you walk away,

You will not see me cry,

The door is open as you leave,

As it is the way it’ll stay

I do not want to go,

There’s so much left to say,

For way too long you were my life,

Now I have to face another day.

Wipe That Dirty Smile Off

Nobody Does It Better

"but this ain't Sea World, this is 'real as it gets,

I'm on a boat, mutherfucker don't you ever forget"

I honestly didn't have much to say. I was just bored so I decided to blog.

I might be moving sooner than later. Tis all I'm going to say about that.

Wow, I really have nothing to talk about. I guess it's not that I don't have anything to say, it's just that there's nothing that I care to share with you... There's SO much that I have to say, but it's just not the right time to announce any of it. Some of you know what I'm talking about. But until I go ahead and announce, please continue to speculate about my life. *smiles* I would like that.

[[For those new to me, that was sarcasm.]]

Maybe I wanna get drunk tonight... Maybe I'm hungry. Maybe I'm just typing my thoughts...

I should start to have topics, daily/weekly topics that way I can still blog without spilling my guts to you.

Tyler Shields is an incredible photographer and he actually requested my friendship on myspace, I thanked him in a comment and he commented back. I peed myself.

Anyhow, his lighting is just immaculate. I want to be him in my next life, or at least get photographed by him in this one. :) I love you Tyler Shields.

I aspire to be 1/10th the photographer that he is. He's a true visionary and a legend in the making.

xoxox

That It's All Just A Bunch Of Matter

(mmm, look at those beautiful lips. I can't wait to see them in person.)

"cuz if you're not really here, then I don't want to be either..."

You know how life turns you upside down and inside out, chews you up and spits you out? ...And then everything still seems to work out okay? I think that might be what I enjoy best about it.

As I mentioned Jennifer and I are looking at new apartments. (Some of which I'm not entirely happy to be looking at - but that's called FRIENDSHIP.) I think life takes me to these certain places for a reason.

I've always been a very spiritual person and I believe that everything happens for a reason. Of course unless you're incredibly wise to be able to stand back and evaluate and dissect your life from an outside perspective while it's still in play - hindsight is always 20/20. Most people don't see the reasons for things until the time is already passed. That's what I'm trying to get better at. I'm trying to focus my energy into why things are happening and what their reason is. Not just sitting there and pitying myself for whatever seems to be going wrong at the moment.

Things come and go; people come and pass. Friends and lovers enter and exit my life in almost constant rotation. At some times it's dizzying, some stay longer than others - but as I've told all my friends before - I have an open door policy. Some use that to their advantage; take what they want and leave. But the users get back their three fold; I am a firm believer in Karma.

Here on the 1st when I get paid, I am buying an iPod - Jenn said, "why don't you buy [insert tickets to this event] instead, it's gonna sell out, an iPod will always be there." I said "if it sells out then I was not meant to go." Can't say that if it sells out I won't be super disappointed and cry and curse, but it's true then, that I wasn't meant to go.

Tis all for now, I'm going to sun myself.

I had to pick this picture for many reasons, the suit, the guitar, the hair, the ambiance. Loves it. (Side note: His jaw is pretty spectacular and we all know how I have a thing for jaws. A la, Heath Ledger, Robert Pattinson, etc...)

xoxox

Like A Sad Song

"You've got a lot of nerve, to say you are my friend,
When I was down, you just stood there grinning,
You've got a lot of nerve, to say you've got a helping hand to lend,
You just want to be on the side that's winning,
You say I let you down, you know it's not like that,
If you're so hurt why then don't you show it,
You say you lost your faith, but that's not where it's at,
You have no faith to lose, and you know it,
I know the reason that you talk behind my back,
I used to be among the crowd you're in with,
Do you take me for such a fool, to think I'd make contact,
With the ones that tries to hide what he doesn't know to begin with?
You see me on the street, you always act surprised,
You say "how are you?" "good luck," but you don't mean it,
When you know as well as me, you'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once and scream it?
No I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace,
If I was a master thief, perhaps I'd rob them,
And know I know you're dissatisfied with your position and your place,
Don't you understand it's not my problem?
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes,
And just for that one moment, I could be you,
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes,
You'd know what a drag it is to see you..."

((I was listening to that on my iPod the other day and it made me smile.))

So... I think Bella might be sick. :( ...That's all I'm gonna say about that.

I was going to get a new BlackBerry with my first paycheck, but I think I'm so over phones. I guess there's only a select few that I text anymore and so I'm just gonna get the iPod touch - I can text from that anyhow. *smiles*

Jenn and I are looking at apartments fervently. It's technically my turn to choose where we live. Jennifer and I equally chose the first two apartments we lived in, we kinda fell into the house, she chose the hotel and now it's my turn - however, she remains that living in a loft downtown will be too expensive. One of these days I shall end her... she's unfortunately talking about living in an area of town I have deemed "white trash" and I refuse to ever say it out loud. We would be close to the stadiums, so closer to downtown, which I suppose a start.

I really need to continue to explain to her the idea of compromise. Jennifer and I are like a married couple - I think it's off putting so "new" people in our lives at times, but once they get past it, they seem to understand we're just like sisters.

Anyhow, back to compromise... I don't want to move to this part of town, but I think I might not have a choice in the matter, so Jenn owes me. I will have my conditions and she will have hers. She still owes me many, many old promises back from when we moved into the hotel! Don't think I won't forget about them either. (I have an idea on what I want in return, but I'm not gonna say it out loud just yet.)

So I wrote a poem... *bites lip* I know, I don't write much, I'm definitely not fantastic - I'm more of a lyricist than a poet, which yes, there are similarities, but blaaah, anyhow. I thought I would share. It doesn't have a title.

The contents of your heart are unreliable and shaky
The words that you call promises
Can be easily bent and broken,
These erratic and irregular beats
That unbeknownst to you were forced upon me
Turn my world upside down in such a way that I cannot see
I wouldn't expect you to sympathize,
Your world continues turning while my world revolved around you,
And you are all I'm allowed to see
The moments before you dragged painfully
And now the moments with you are long,
it's hard to cope in the moment you're gone
Because before you I was strong

That's all for today, kiddies. I hope I have a little less time on Twitter and more time for you. :) [[but that'll only happen if you comment! Yes, I know you read!]]

This made me think words that I will not repeat in public::


Well hello there. I love the blood on your pants, here... let me get that for you...

xoxox

*screams*

...that's all.

Thank you.

To Avoid Confusion I Will Speak Out Loud

"Untie me I have said no vow,
The train is getting way too loud,
I gotta leave here my girl,
Get on with my lonely life,
Just leave the ring on the rail,
For the wheels to nullify..."

I'm basically blogging because I'm bored.

Went to work today, was good. *nods* Learned how to make 98% of the drinks, now I just need practice, which is what tomorrow is for. Then, opening day is Monday.

Blahhh, I don't wanna talk about work anymore. I promise that I will NEVER become one of those people who only talk about work. I hate those people. *stares down Jennifer*

Of course, then there's the obvious question of what to talk about...

mmmm... I think I'm going to MN & Chicago this summer. Might go to NJ/NYC. Got several friends out there. One of which -- www.dionroy.com <---awesome singer. Check his shit out. Preorder his album and stuff. :)

I wish I was a rapper. No, wait. I don't.

I need to touch up my hair. All around, I've found people prefer the black to blond. That's a tad unsettling since I've been blond my entire life. I can promise that I'll go back to blond again... just not sure when. ...I wonder how work feels about hair colors. Hmm.

*shakes head* No work.

Fuck off, this blog sucks.

xoxox

Animals

We're just humans. We're all flawed. Our minds are all full of dirty, impure thoughts and we all crave attention. We all have desires. We're just a civilized version of animals.

We all need food, water, love and sex to survive.

We're all different. No one is perfect.

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

"I was sitting, waiting wishing you believed in superstitions,
Then maybe you'd see the signs,
Lord knows that this world is cruel,
And I ain't the lord, no I'm just a fool,
And I know loving somebody don't make them love you..."

Well here starts it. Today I have to work at noon, tomorrow 2p and then the store officially opens on Monday. I then work Monday-Friday 7a-4p... So, no days off until Saturday. Well, on the plus side of working 61 hours before getting a day off - my paycheck is gonna kick ass.

I just have to look forward to Saturday... Saturday, Saturday, Saturday. It's just a week. I can do this. Fuck Saturday. I'm getting totally hammered on Friday night. My feet and legs are gonna fall off...

*sigh* This is for the best.

So there's not much else new to say... I took a bath tonight and Bella came and pressed her paws against the edge of the tub and said hello. I told her to sit then I grabbed her and put her in the bath with me. It was totally cute. She didn't even try and get away, it was like she wanted a bath.

I finally got the lip ring to work for my piercing. I mean, I had had the ring in there before:



(this was St. Patty's Day. The ring came out the day after, sticking your finger down your throat with a lip ring succcccccccks.)

Anyhow, so I had been rocking the stud for a while, which is still super cute, but it's too long of a post and I haven't had time to go downtown and buy a shorter one. So the other day I decided to change it back to the ring.

The last time I put it in, the captive ball took me half an hour to get in there. This time? 10 minutes with one hand! True story! :) I was pretty stoked. Anyhow, doesn't hurt, not in the way, so I think I'm gonna leave it in there. I actually play with it less now that it's a ring instead of a stud. I used to chew on the stud tons and I know that's horrid on my beautiful teeth.

Just a quick bloggage today. I need to get to sleep. Big day tomorrow.

Comments = best friends.

xoxox

One Year Ago

Today marks the bittersweet 1 year anniversary of the day that I left for California.

All of my blog entries are still up from last year, so if you get bored or curious, you can go back in the time line and read about the encounter as it happened... or, you can listen to me tell it with my 20/20 hindsight.

This isn't something that I talk about freely, and with all my new friends that I've made over at Twitter, I may have mentioned casually that I was [once] a singer, but none of them know the details of the story. These are the details.

In March 2007 I was signed to a independent record label. In May of 2008 they sent me out to LA for a week to record with a producer, Fortune Otega. He had previously worked with Christina Millian and some other guy who had a really popular club song in the 90's... I can't remember his name right now...

Anyhow, I spent a week in LA. For someone who comes from a very small town in Kansas to eventually follow their dreams all the way out to LA - it was magnificent. I was so scared, I tried to not be too green or too naive... I tried to be strong.

Fortune had a lot of faith in me. He told me throughout the week that the songs we did together were going to be his big break, that this was his Grammy... I knew instantly that he was just one of those people who told you what you wanted to hear and did what he wanted to on his own.

Fortune had known my manager for 10 years prior, so please don't believe that I was quick to trust... I'm not.

That week we made 5 songs. I put my blood, sweat and tears into all 5 of them. Literally on all accounts.

There was an extremely personal song that I wrote about my mother leaving me when I was baby, I had put intricate details into the song and could barely sing it without crying... Fortune wanted to change it. I stood my ground... He said "this could be a great mother's day song..." How could something that goes 'Mommy, mommy, why did you leave me?' be a mother's day song?

I fought. I bled. I won.

At the end of the week I was a much stronger person that I had previously been. I do not hold California a grudge against all that went down in that beautiful state.

As Fortune dropped me off at the airport, he promised that by the time I got back to Kansas City I would have my songs waiting for me in my inbox. They weren't. I called him, he said I would have them waiting for me when I woke up. They weren't. He promised me a week, then two weeks... then finally it was almost the 4th of July and I wanted something to take back to my small town to show them what I had done and accomplished while I was in LA.

He said that I was "immature" and that I could "push his process". I said that he was "unprofessional" and a "liar".

He deleted my songs and I have since cut all ties with him. (And he called ME immature...)

My step mom still asks to this day if she'll ever be able to hear those songs. That pains me since I'm sure that's the only time she's been supportive of my career choices.

Since then, I have maybe written a verse or a chorus... I left my label at the end of my contract and have no plans to return to them, no matter how generous their offer.

Did he break me? No... but I do admit that I'm still bent.

Will I ever return to singing? Yes. Undoubtedly. More than likely I'll restart at the beginning of the year, that's more than enough time to lick my wounds and get my head on straight.

In the meantime, I'm quickly learning guitar, so I can be more self sufficiant. I do not want to be a pop artist like my mangement and Fortune tried to push me into... I would much rather be a folk/indie/rock artist and sing about the shit that really matters to me.

In conclusion; I've found so much of myself in the last year. A lot of it is even visable through photos. I have changed, I've become stronger, wiser, healthier, more beautiful inside and out. (And totally just realized that I've been a vegetarian for over a year. I started Jan 08)

Some of my favorite photos from LA:


It's basically fabulous. I do miss it.


Seeing the Hollywood sign was epic. I cried.


First time I saw the ocean. Another epic. I cried.


I loved Hollywood. Pretty epic. Didn't cry.

Then me today (okay, not TODAY, but you know what I mean.) It's not just the haircolor that's changed. It's everything.


I feel like I'm *almost* myself.



Never let anyone - a publicist, record label, producer, your mother, father, sister, brother, best friend or dog - anyone, never let anyone ever tell you who to be, how to sing, or how to do something. Do it YOUR way.

Much love - xoxox

Jodie Platz

Before We All Burn

"and the news reporters on the radio said it was getting worse as the ocean air fanned the flames, But I couldn't think of anywhere I would have rather been To watch it all burn away"

I'm seriously O-B-sessed with that song right now. If you haven't heard it, Google will be your best friend and I'm sorry to say you've been missing out. :)

Yep, looks like I'm going to actually write a real blog here!

Oh, first of all, I guess those that only stalk my blog haven't seen my new hair. This is me, black hair, extensions:


Jenn said I looked like one of the Veronica's which is like, the best compliment I've ever gotten. :) My mom said she loves it and that I'm finally her "little goth girl". :)

I've got a Bella snoring away in my lap, she would say hello if she were awake.

I'm not sleeping tonight. It's 530a and I have to be up at 7, so it's like, what's the point?

Why do I have to be up at 7a you ask?

A while ago I had an interview for this coffee/wine bar downtown called Saavy. Anyhow, they never called me back about the job, so I figured I didn't get it. They said in the interview that there had been other people who had more barista experience than I did but that my application was interesting. (They asked a lot of questions about my time at the radio station.)

Anyhow, so I get a call today from the owner saying that she would like to offer me the job if I was still looking! I called her back and everything is all set up. I go in this morning at 9a for training. Then I start full time on the 18th. My schedule will be M-F 7a-4p. How badass is that?! It's soooo badass. :)

This is the perfect job, if ya ask me. Err, well the perfect "real" job.

So there. Now I've blogged and you're all caught up!!

Also, I've been non-stop music right now. This is what I'm listening to the most:

Death Cab - Narrow Stairs
Telekinesis! (self titled)
Postal Service - Give Up
The Shins - Chutes Too Narrow



xoxox

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Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above.

...I Got Nothing...

Today has easily been the worst day of this year...

I'm going to take a handful of pills and forget today happened.

xoxox

Beautiful & Dirty... Rich? No.

"we have got it made like ice cream topped with honey,
but we got no money..."

What I'm listening to right now. --> http://blip.fm/dj_jodie

Not that you're actually gonna click on it. LOL

Alright, I'm NOT Twittering today... err... like, maybe not? Gaah, I'm gonna try not to.

Actually, there was a lot of drama in Twitterville and I've been AWOL from Twitter for today, but I definitely don't wanna let Jake down... I just wanted to let everything blow over though.

Eventually I think I would like to release my side of the story, but that won't be for a minute. Only one person knows my true side of the story (because he was there) and right now I like it that way...

Tonight is also supposed to be the Twilight dinner party that Megan and I worked so hard towards... but... we're pushing it back... It's cool though. Jenn and I are still going over to Megan's tonight to watch Twilight and have some dinner. :) It'll be fun. I can't wait!!

Of course, I might have to be at prom AND at Megan's house. LOL I'll make it work. :) Always do.

Short blog... for a moment, I wasn't on Twitter.

Picture of the day -- Jackson Rathbone.



He TOTALLY knows what he's doing. Totally.

xoxox

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