Tired. Tired. Tired. I cannot believe we were at the Starland for four hours. The other bands were… eh. Nothing too bad, but nothing too spectacular. It seemed like sad, whiney song night at Starland and I am definitely not in a sad, whiney song mood. I am playing all the happiest songs I can find right now to make up for it.

Mae was okay. The beginning of their set was fun. I thought, “Hey! This could be a band that I could like! Maybe I should buy a CD or something.” About two songs later, I found myself staring at the pie of pizza at the concession stand instead of listening to the music. The music almost put me to sleep. And the pretty faces and tall bodies in the band were just not pretty and tall enough! The pizza won my attention.

Pizza – 1, Mae – 0.

[ I keep editing this entry and I'm sorry. ] Isn’t July supposed to be the warmest month in NJ (or the warmest month on the East Coast) ? It has been raining SO MUCH. Since I got home from the Philippines, it’s been raining every day or every other day. When we got out of the venue it was pouring. Of course, we got there early and we got the parking spot that was close to the road, but far away from the building. We ran. My foot found a little pothole. My shoes, jeans, and jacket are wet. Yuck.

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If you know who Rosencrantz is, you might be able to guess who is going to be next to this portrait.

I made the mistake of downloading Snood onto the family computer a few days ago. I’m not surprised if my dad is sitting at the computer right now, clicking away, and screaming “FIRE!” or “I GOTCHU!” every few seconds. I don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s a trial version and that he won’t be able to play the hard games for very long.

I don’t think I should tell him about Snood Towers.

Oh yeah… new layout. It was originally just supposed to be Liv Tyler, but then I wanted to put Gary Oldman instead. Then I just opted for this. very uninspired and not completed yet.

I’m back.

This trip was… BORING. Edwin was not around or did not visit because of reasons that were absurd. Seriously, you’d think that he was a 14 year old high school freshman girl for his reason. (Actually, I’m sure that he would not mind being a 14 year old girl. He acts like that sometimes, anyway. A less exaggerated Jack McFarland. )

There were no rides through an unknown town on a minature gazebo with wheels, no set-ups with Filipino equivalents of Dereck Zoolander, no screaming my head off as I’m walking running through the “haunted area” to my grandma’s house. meh.

I sat, sweated, and shopped. I muttered, “motherfucking heat” about 200 times as my cousin got married and as the makeup melted off of my face. I watched about 48028403840284032 movies.

I think the only positive thing about this trip was finding (and buying) the Indiana Jones trilogy (+bonus materials) on DVD for 7 dollars. The packaging suggests that it’s a copy of the dvd, but the movies and menus don’t. All the menus work and the movies are clear.