I found such a cute and apropos song today…I got two free iTunes downloads from buying our Dresden Dolls tickets.

Andrew and I are meeting for coffee today, but before that I have to go and get a coat rack…my jackets are all on the floor and I need somewhere in my room to put my motorcycle jacket…it’s huge and heavy.

Just spent $80 on those Dolls tickets so I feel really poor today, but it will totally be worth it. I never used to regret spending money on tickets before, but after the Goldfrapp clusterfuck, I’m kind of hesitant. I’m sure it will be amazing though… I can’t think of a song that Amanda could play that I wouldn’t like.

I need to come up with a really great outfit to go in.

Brian and I had a fun night last night… I didn’t really feel like driving to this party downtown (I’m sure it would have been loads of fun but I wouldn’t have gotten back until like 6 AM, I’m sure). So we got 40s and drank them in Brian’s dad’s car while watching Storytelling on my MacBook.

After that, we stalked people on myspace (mostly Scott’s profile). know what it is about him… I think he could possibly be one of the most vile, utterly unredeemable people in existence… yet his obsession with superficiality and his verbose justification of it astounds me.

I don’t know if I wrote about this… but Tuesday when we went to Lipstick with Liz I ran into a bunch of people, the Chris guy, Annie’s Scott, the Anchor Girl (I see her everywhere), and, of course, Arden Fair Scott. The Scott that used to work in the Eddie Bauer across from Christen’s Brookstone. The one we were like obsessed with until we found his profile and discovered that he was an egomaniac.

So I ignored him all night, we just danced and had a good time (the DJ was teh suck that night), and as I was closing out my bar tab, he came up and said hi. We exchanged cards (his had all the graphic design impact of a toilet seat.

I really had no intention of talking to him and was surprised when he approached me.

Actually, the thing I’m most surprised about today is that Alex responded to an e-mail I sent him a week or so ago. I still can’t decide whether I despise him or whether I’m just envious of his opulent lifestyle.

Every time I say I hate something I think of all the people who I hear saying they hate things that they just don’t understand or secretly want to be. I’m sure I do the same thing.

There’s this MIA lyric I think of often: “I hate money ’cause it makes me numb.”

It’s this Catch-22. If I had money I wouldn’t really care about the people who didn’t. A I mean, I’m sure I would have the vague noblesse oblige to think that I know what’s right for the poor, but really, I don’t think I’d give a shit at all.

Did I mention that I got back in touch with Joe? He told me he hadn’t seen my last e-mail of like a year ago because he thought I was a band. I asked him for his AIM name so we wouldn’t lose touch for that long again. Last night with Brian I went back through nearly every single photo in my iPhoto library…way back to those days with Joe and Ben and Kevin. It’s so strange to think of the years I spent in that place…night after night of wandering the beaches and trails alone, swinging on the swings at KidTown, building forts, making bonfires on the beach because there was nothing better to do.

I think I really just miss the beach. Whenever there was nothing to do, I’d go down and read by the beach in this secret-ish hideout in the tree-shaded cliffs above Pebble Beach. I’d go take pictures at Point Saint George, ride my bike down the mountain biking trails behind my house, completely and utterly alone with the lakes, the sun, and the trail.

At the time I guess I felt bored out of my mind, but the strategy of finding things to do when it seems like there’s nothing to do is an important lifelong skill, I suppose.

I should take a shower and get down to the store before it closes.