Blame it on the rain.

I could complain about the University of Kentucky's loss in double-overtime. I could whine about the rain flooding the city. I could moan about missing the Aqualung show that I had already bought a ticket for. I won't.

Instead, I will focus on the beautiful aspects of life, namely the three male models that I sat with at dinner last night. Nahh, I don't even want to broach that subject although, suffice it to say that I have no idea what I ate. Could have been ham. Could have been cardboard. (We had Easter dinner at the LDS church and Nicholai, the blonde guy on the Target commercials holding the puppy, invited two of his roommates. Beautiful.)

Hmm, what can I write about? Geez. Too...much...apathy. Blame it on the rain.

Road trip?

So, yeah, I do realize that I've been shirking my blogging responsiblities lately. (Could that possibly mean I have a life? Gasp.)

I definitely wanted to pass this along though. Music Midtown (the music festival in Atlanta) has announced some of the bands that are in the line-up. Including, but not limited to: The Pixies, The White Stripes, Bloc Party (sweet.), Coheed and Cambria (Yeah, I'm not really a fan.), The Killers, The Features, and everybody's favorite Atlanta band--Red Letter Agent. Why the organizers picked June 10-12, possibly the three hottest days of the year, is beyond me. And all the blacktop. Oi. But, I mean, c'mon. Bloc Party. The Pixies.

Do I hear the words "road" and "trip" coming from those of us in the Northeast? Country roads, take me home.

I'm going home this weekend for an old guy friend's wedding. I mean, he's not old. He's an old friend. I'll be glad to be home. Definitely feeling the suppression (oppression? depression?) of the city bearing down on me.

2004 (and a little of '05) in pictures

Lexia got all of her film from the past year developed this week. Here are some of the pictures. Enjoy.

Redneck Party Pictures

Nice. Niiiice. Don't stare too hard. And don't ask who these things belong to, either.

Wanna know the definition of attractive?
Look at that hickey. Wow. Must've taken all night. Patricia was definitely going for the butch redneck type. Achieved.

Reghan at the Redneck party. Check out the bump.

Christmas Tree Trimming Party

Kool Keith (from 2D). Closest thing I've got to a picture of the actual Christmas tree.

Matt, from 2D, stringing popcorn.

Two of the hunkiest guys I know.

Genevieve, Lexia, and me

Miscellaneous Pictures

The Montrose Mamas. I love this picture. It totally shows the personality of each Young sista. Stephanie: "Whatever."
Patricia: "Look at me!"
Laura: "I'm sweet. Most of the time."

One of my favorite folks.

Living in New York City is SOOO glamorous.

Under pressure from the peanut gallery (I really don't understand that phrase, by the way.), I've been reflecting on my week so far, on things I might possibly be able to glorify or degrade, and I realized that I have almost nothing to talk about. Or even reflect on. I haven't read anything interesting, listened to anything new, gone anywhere different or thought of anything new or noble or exciting. There are two tiny things, however, that might be of interest to you, the reader.

1. Monday night was the grand finale of the Bachelorette (# 52?). Suffice it to say that ol' Jen(n) didn't pick either of the last two guys. 25 dudes to choose from and not a one did she pick. Nice.
2. Instead of updating my blog, I've been surfin' the 'net and I found an organization here in New York that would really be of interest to Lexia, admirer of Eirik , me, #1 American fan of Kashmir, and Genevieve, lover of all things (and people) Scandinavian. Apparently there is an American-Scandinavian Foundation that gives out grants and fellowships to study in--guess where--Scandinavia. So, I immediately tried to think of some sort of proposal to, um, propose so that I could get a grant to study somewhere over there. I haven't come up with anything worthy of a grant, but I'll keep brainstorming. Any ideas would be greatly appreciated. I can kind of write and sort of do photography, so just think it over. If you want to get in on the proposal, add some of your skills, let me know. Maybe we could collaborate. Of course, most of you know that I'm mostly all talk. You know that I dream of doing something different and going somewhere different every week, depending on my mood. And my mood today says, "SCANDINAVIA."

Hey. I wonder if the phrase "peanut gallery" has anything to do with the people that used to stand near the stage during the times of Shakespeare. You know, those folks were the ones that couldn't afford to pay the big bucks for the seats. (Funny how that works, huh? Now we pay more for the general admission floor tickets.) I wonder if they threw peanuts and tomatoes and stuff at the stage. Hmmm.

So that's all I got. Sara, help me with the comma splices.