Being in a band automatically ups the cuteness quotient.

Last night my friend Marcy and I saw Slender Means at Graceland. Naturally, since the show was at Graceland the sound was way too loud and you couldn't hear the vocals over the unintentional guitar distortion, but they were still real good. I could hear influences of The Strokes, The Pixies, and The Shins, and probably a hundred other bands whose names start with The. The lead singer looks surprisingly like Ben Shenkman. We stood right up front so Marcy could dance and sing along, and I had flashbacks to the days of *bess. and I going to hiphop shows and working our way to the front so we could be the "cute white girls in the front row." Or the time we went to some random show at I-Spy and one of the mcs pulled me on stage and passed me a joint. Since I don't partake I politely shook my head, and the crowd booed me off the stage. That was the same night I gave one of my newly aquired homemade business cards to the trumpet player, whom I had been making eye contact during the show whenever he paused to empty his spit valve, and he invited me back to his room at the Best Western. Aahhh, misguided youth.

miscellany

Whenever I list something on eBay and it doesnt sell, I feel this overwhelming sense of failure.

My life is a perpetual episode of "The King of Queens."

I just dyed my hair black for the first time in almost two years, and it just feels...right. I first dyed my hair when I was 13, and it hadn't been my natural color until I was 22, when I just started to let it be its mousy-brown self. I got some reddish higlights in the summer, but other than that it was B-O-R-I-N-G. But no more, o head of hair. Now I'm back to Mistress of the Darkness status. The ebony matched with my natural pallor makes for a striking appearance, if I do say so myself.

Racial profiling

I find this somewhat offensive.

The bottles are white or brown, according to your skin color.

I honestly hope I haven't offended anyone, but I really do not agree with this targeted marketing. Forgive my somewhat biased opinion, but the commercial came on during America's Next Top Model, which in my experience has exhibited marketing aimed at an "urban" audience. The racial demographic during that advertising period has got to reach at least 60% African-American, as does the entire station of UPN.


**edit** I had drank a bottle of wine before this post. It seemed very urgent at the time, but not so much now. *bess has a good point. but still, couldn't the bottles be blue? or red? or green? 12/10/04**

You made me do it.

Somebody has way too much time on their hands.

Let me tell you about Iain. He moved to Petersburg our freshman year from Montana. Oh! Those maroon 10-wale cords from CCS and the wafro and the skateboarding. He listened to NOFX and was the first guy in town to skate and was just all around cool guy. He screamed "Nice shirt! That's so alternative!" down the hall the day I wore my vintage Mickey Mouse tee. The day our principal sat in on our English class, the teacher made a mistake and Iain proclaimed, "Wow, you really mucked that futher!" and immediately got taken to the principal's office. We were kindred spirits, he and I, and probably would have hooked up, gotten married, and had little alterna-babies if I wasn't so socially unacceptable. Unfortunately, Iain realized the social pecking order and the fact that I was tolerated, not so much accepted, by the in-crowd. So I was relegated to be just the girl that he made fun of sometimes and talked to about music a lot of the time. Then I moved away, but luckily for me he found me on classmates.com about 2 years ago, and we've engaged in this cyperspace rapport ever since.

This is in no way meant to be a bash on Iain, guys. He's actually quite nice, funny and talented. So there.