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summer here kids
check the new thingy down at the bottom. aww yeah, now when you read, you can see what mp3 i'm listening to at that very moment. it's better than a naked webcam!
anyway, this was the weekend that i drove a billion hours. After work on friday, i packed up some stuff and got on the great american highway down to princeton, nj, to party with sean and his friends. hit a few traffic bubbles, but it was bearable. at around 9 i stopped off at the bridgewater mall so that i could eat, and since it was right there. I went in and went into sam goody. I saw that they had the new built to spill album, and nearly shit my pants when i saw what they were charging for it: $18.99. Nineteen fucking dollars, othermusic, which i consider "the expensive" store, had it for 14, newbury was selling it at 12. I looked around sam goody, nineteen bucks was a pretty common price. I was very very suprised. I ran into the gap to replace my flip flops but alas, they had none in my size. I grabbed some dinner at nathan's and headed back on the road.
got to christina's after a good deal of hassle thanks to sean's great directions. He had me looking for a numberless white house. Christina's house was blue. Anyway, drank lots of beer. along with sean and christina, tim of my room next year fame and dimitrios were there. and then a bunch of weird sean friends and some people apparently neither sean nor christina knew. One of sean's friends liked to talk. a lot. but aside from that he was ok. we played a lot of asshole, i held presidency for 8 terms before the game dissolved. got really drunk, but the good drunk where i don't need to pass out. nothing really exciting happened that night, at least nothing i remember. but the parts i half remember weren't exciting, so i doubt i'm missing anything huge. but it was a real good time. stayed up drinking till 5 am. got up noonish, showered, said goodbye and headed to the only place in princeton you really have to stop at: the princeton record exchange.
milled around in there for a good hour and a half. Left with the belle and sebastina box set of singles, vic chesnutt's "the salesman and bernadette" which is one of them concept albums, grandaddy's "under the western freeway," because it's good and my mp3s aren't great, sigur ros' "agaetis byrjun," because, despite perfect mp3s, it just feels good to own, and that cover art rules me. Also purchased was an advance of sparklehorse - good morning spider for two bucks, pavement - crooked rain, crooked rain (which i now declare my favorite pavement album), and wilco - being there because hey, eight bucks for 2 cds? why the hell not.
ate soup and salad at some foofy princeton restaurant, and then headed to nj. bummed around a bit and then went to the movies. saw the first 30 minutes of final fantasy. after 30 minutes i had seen more than enough. the technology is really stunning. most of the time it's just jaw-droppingly good, but obviously CG, sometimes (mainly with steven buscemi's char and the band of extras) it was really awkward looking and made me uncomfortable, and there were a few times where all i needed to do was squint just the tiniest bit and i'd 100% believe it was real actors. this happened a lot with the old man voiced by donald sutherland, and also in a scene between the chick and the alec baldwin dude, where the animation was just so good but on top of it, the characters did all these subtle expressions and shit that i totally bought. too bad the story was shit, though, and after i soaked in enough of the tech, i walked next store and caught legally blonde.
i'm embarrassed to say this a little, but i absolutely loved it. i was grinning like a fool the whole time, except for those scenes where i was supposed to feel bad for reese, in which case i felt really bad for her. she was just so good, a real joy to watch. the movie was dumb, but had some great lines, and like i said, reese was absolutely wonderful. one idiotic scene with a bunch of women in a beauty parlor, but i'll forgive it that, and say hurray for legally blonde.
Oh yeah, earlier that day, i was at a stoplight where two lanes become one. next to me was this guy in a porsche boxter. we looked at each other, and you just knew it was on. the light turned green, and my little 4 cylinder honda accord smoked his ass. that ruled.
i think i want to get a record player. i don't know what for, it's stupid to switch from a cd collection to vinyl, mainly because of portability. but something just feels so goddam sexy about buying a 12" and setting a needle down on it and getting on with the music. maybe i'm turning into a snob, but i want one. if for nothing else but to sign up for the subpop singles club.
if i had anything else worthwhile to say, i've forgotten it.