Asterisks of enjoyment

*Played my first show with my amazing band and had the most fantastic time ever. Xylophone solo! Melodica solo! Banging out chords while people cheer!
*First therapy session for school. It went well but my god is it pricey It gives me hope that I am sane and that I will earn gobs of money for practicing therapy in the future which will get me over the psychological trauma of being a broke grad student with an entitlement issue.
*Started seeing a divorced man. This is a first.
*Got together with the ex from last spring. This is so not a first. We are made of awesome hilarity and awkwardness. He causes me so much joy and angst. Right now, we are in the joy zone so we're all good.
*Aborted dating a 6'5 guy because at first I felt like I was dating a tree. I later found out that he kissed like he was attempting to Hoover my face and that his manhood was smaller than some of my high heels.
*Drank absinthe for the first time. I only had two sips and felt like I was filled with the most amazing glowing goodness. A few friends had more and danced around the room then had no recollection of about half an hour of the evening.
*Got an acoustic guitar that smells vaguely like wine which makes me happy every time I play it. It makes me feel like Joni Mitchell for no good reason.

For real?

I just got an email from one of the djs over at Indie 103.1 informing me that they are going to play my song "Falling Down" on Head Trip within the upcoming weeks. After I stopped squealing (this took a good 5 minutes) I emailed back asking how to best promote this sort of thing. I also am utterly paranoid and was briefly convinced that the entire thing was the cruelest prank that anyone would ever pull, but that would mean that someone would have had to create an email that matched the name of the dj that I sent the cd to months ago, and would have selected one of my songs and found my email and....basically, it's far too elaborate and so I MUST HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO BE ON THE RADIO SOON. More information pending as I haven't heard back yet regarding details and I've given myself a headache from being so freakin excited. My god I am a huge nerd.

Climb every mountain, scale every firewall

Today is my last day at the old interwebs company. Apparently, I did my job so well that I thought of too many ideas for our programmers and I have proven myself to be too intelligent for content management. Who cares how intelligent I am? I need the money. Damn me and my big brain and my big mouth for showing off at every unwitting turn. This is my first time getting fired from a job because I was too smart for my own good. At least my boss bought some Red Bull for me because he kept drinking mine from the fridge. That's my consolation prize for losing my 2 day a week brain-free job...a 4 pack of Red Bull with one missing.
I'll miss spending time with my coworkers, who come up with such gems as "we are from the tribe suckacock" and "mobgolians: we can scale any fire wall." I'm listening to Eli laugh his dirty old man from Brooklyn laugh as he listens to streaming comedy online and Steve is grumbling about how our phone site isn't working and randomly giggling, Clint is stoic as usual and Sheiva is now asking a question about a comment she designed. Soon I'll leave here for the last time and relinquish my ideal parking spot for my Saturday tutoring lessons.
I want a boyfriend to take up my remaining free time and give me back massages. Mainly, I just want someone to give me back massages, preferably while exchanging witty commentary. I met two interesting guys this weekend and given my luck, they are probably carrying on a torrid hipster writer affair with each other and only talked to me for their own deranged amusement. Aside from having delusional fantasies like the one above and the desire for back massages, I am actually rather happy being single for the first time since I've been back in LA. Prior to now, I wasn't driving myself crazy with activities like I am now so I felt the need to make boys my activity. Now, I have my music, a new band, school and tutoring. I'm excited to be losing this job simply to gain sleep.
On an unrelated note, I am very proud of myself for clearing up that entire brake light ticket incident in court yesterday. I managed to dodge more than $1000 in bail and fines by pointing out that I had a piece of paper that said that the violations on my ticket had been cleared. IN AUGUST OF LAST YEAR. Who doesn't love Kafka-esque experiences...and ellipses...and self conscious writing styles...

I sing!

This is what I look like when I'm practicing a new song. This one is called Memory. This is the best video of the bunch, as I am making as few weird faces as possible while singing. If you ever want to feel mortified, make a video of yourself singing. Enjoy!

Rock out

People do not dance at shows in LA. They in fact act like they can't think of a more boring place to possibly be than at the rock show they are currently attending. I do not understand this phenomenon. You're at the show to enjoy the music! I know you dance like an idiot monkey in your own home to this very song! Why not dance like an idiot monkey with the rest of us in public? No one looks cool dancing to indie pop rock, but when we all look uncool together, doesn't that loop it back around to cool again? Isn't that what happened with all the inane fashion statements that have erupted this season? Really, skinny jeans don't look good on anyone. It makes people look like they have huge asses and lumpy hips regardless of body type and when a skinny girl looks like a hippo, I know that fashion statement must die. Everyone is wearing them though, so we all assume that they're ok. They are in fact NOT ok. They are right up there with ironic moustaches on my list of looks that no one should ever rock.
That brings me back to rock...when you go to a show, enjoy the music! Rock out with your proverbial cock out. I played a house show last night and had a few people near tears. I usually don't like going about making people cry but that means they LISTENED and ENJOYED the music. It's ok to have an emotional, visceral reaction to music. That's what it's here for.