Lame - everyone and their monkey has a site called welcome to graceland. I think I need a new name for my blog - or maybe I should just start adding adjectives to make it welcome to fabulous graceland or amazing graceland or isn't graceland splendiferous? Maybe Warning: you have entered the wicked awesome world of GRACIE. I found my funky posters I made for my room at Canterwood of Johnny Depp and Colin Ferrell but I didn't find my Welcome to Graceland sign that I made back at the Horsepool House. Good times at that crazy Horsepool House.

I was planning on painting my room, but this mono thing has a vice grip. I keep thinking hey I feel good I can do this and that and this and then the next day - zap I can barely move and throat is all nasty again and my nose is congested. Fie upon the evil mono. It sucks away all my super powers.

I talked to my new friend Derek the graphic designer and former New Yorker and he actually knows who Wilco is! He doesn't know any of thier music but he Knew that Spin had listed Yankee Hotel Foxtrot as one of the greatest albums of the 90's or something. Rad. Anyways to further the reduction of my near 23 yrs. my parents have said I can't go to the concert alone because Cain's Ballroom is in a rough area of Tulsa...Tulsa, rough...How long was I in NYC? And how many white neighbors did I have? hmmm and then again how many years did I live away from home? I wouldn't want to go alone but it's like the second I come home suddenly I loose 10 yrs. of my life. Even the mono doesn't take away years of my life. My parents also told me that I was going to hell for watching VH1 - ahhhh!!! There was a reason I moved 3000 miles away for 4 yrs and only came home for Christmas if my mom bought me a plane ticket and then only stayed home for a week.

It's ok just remember the count down
2 days till OC
16 days till Wilco