Hooraaay Graceland is back! I found my Welcome to Graceland poster. I still haven't painted my room, but hopefully I will get a job soon and move to Tulsa. If I don't get a job that pays enough I may stay home...err.. but it will save money for grad school - yay!

My latest life plan is that I want to be a producer at an ad agency, so I need some more production experience. OU actually has a pretty good program and a good professional writing program - my real passion - and if I could score some good internships - who knows - maybe I'll go back to NYC or head for California. But for right now - I gotta get a job.
Wilco rocked. I took some pics with my camera but they didn't turn out. Who ever said that Jeff Tweedy dried out is out of their gourd. He was definitely on something and he went off all political at the end. But the concert still rocked. They played almost all of a Ghost is Born. I was slightly disappointed that they didn't play Heavy Metal Drummer but the rest was so rad I was still elated. I went with Derek. He had a crazy craving for OJ mid show and I told him to go get a virgin screwdriver. He was shocked by my knowledge of drinks...hello it's just a screwdriver - who didn't know what that was in junior high? Needless to say we went to the Village Inn afterwards so he could get some OJ.

The OC has turned out kind of weird this year. I'm not sure I like it but I'm still curious. The first week I couldn't find it on our satellite listing but I finally found it the next week. I had a neighbor record it for me the first week. Fwwew. What was up last week Major League Baseball and no OC? Don't they know there are millions of people out there that need their OC fix?! If I don't get OC this week - heads are gonna roll.

I got to talk to lostsa my old BYU pals this weekend - hopefully I will be able to visit Provo in January with Danielle and get my snowboard groove on. Maybe we could resurrect Ghetto Booty Dance hour. And of course see all my favorite Provo people. Tim and I never had our CD burning party...good times in old P-Town

The latest scoop on the mono - I felt well enough to go waterskiing a few weeks ago. It turned out to be a surprise date. Dirty surprise dates. It was a lot of fun though - too bad I wasn't interested in my surprise date. I also went wakeboarding and cliff diving with some neighbors - it rocked. Too bad the guys I went with were only 18. No more corrupting the youngins. I thought I was feeling really good so I went for a run Saturday - the mono had a relapse. dang it.