I should not be blogging right now, because I got a temporary job for the next two weeks and I start tomorrow. Praises to TPTB (the powers that be) for some source of income. Anyhoo, I actually had a semi-eventful weekend, which is rare. Here's the briefest of rundowns.
Friday: I slept in waaaaay late. (Dear sleeping in, I'm gonna miss you like crazy. Don't ever forget me! Love times infinity, Gretchen) I went to Kohl's and Target with my padre and the Lil' Bro. I picked up a navy headband and skinny jeans from the Simply Vera Wang line for less than $10. I know they're not real Vera Wang, but it's as close as I can get at this point in my life. Stokage!
My friend Kevin took me to the Joshua Radin concert. LISTEN. If you aren't familiar with Josh Radin yet, you need to head over to Myspace or youtube or Last.fm and check him out. (Points if you literally check him out, because he's also one attractive fellow. Think Jess from Gilmore Girls.) His new album comes out September 9th and I reviewed his EP here. He puts on a killer show--his specific brand of music is kinda "Whisper Rock." Hardcore, but quiet. It's very much Simon & Garfunkel. Also, holy cats, is he a good live performer.
I picked up a sweet t-shirt and I totally got to meet him afterward. We went up to the bar to take pictures with him and I got carded for the first time in my life. Relax, it was just so I could get into the bar in the first place--there was zero imbibing. Radin's very funny and down-to-earth. For the record, I side-hugged someone who has presumably side-hugged Zach Braff, as they're really good friends. This makes me far more excited than it should.
Saturday: I worked on re-organizing my room and made a new inspiration board. I love that I have the time now to expend my creative energy. My mom and I went to a trumpet performace at the Assembly Hall. Decent, with all the required trumpet jokes. ("We're thinking about releasing a cd about the end of the world! We'll probably call it Apoca-lips.") I watched the Olympics and freaked out about the 8-medal run for my boy Phelps.
Sunday: Church...dinner at Grandma's...nap. I also got to meet the BFF's new beau. He's a total gold digger. Like, literally. That's his job.
Alright, I've got to hit the sack.
P.S. Seriously, go listen to Josh Radin. I recommend "Star Mile," "Closer," "Sky," and also EVERYTHING ELSE he's ever done. You'll thank me later.