John-John Can I Your Babies!!!alkdfaldkfasdkfj!!11one

This won't be long, I fear. My computer is making an awful noise. It sounds like something plastic or metal or hard is bouncing around inside the tower thing. Like, seriously bouncing. Now there's a sort of spinning noise going on in there too, a bounce-spin-scrape sound. Electronic freak-out in there.

I feel like I should like Yellowcard. Here are the reasons.

One. The lead singer looks like a small, short-haired, punkified Alan Cumming.

Two. They have a violin player, who does a violin dance, and the boy does rock with his violining.

C. Their drummer has cool dreadlocks.

But I'm not sure if I do like them or not, for these reasons.

A. "Ocean Avenue?" Eh.

B. They are on TRL. So was Good Charlotte. I liked them, too. Now they annoy the fuck out of me.

Three. Well, there is nothing else, as I know next to nothing about them.

We shall see. We shall see about you, Yellowcard! This is me, wagging my finger at you. We shall see.

PS. I read this entry again on May 30, and decided it needed a quick edit. Because, ew. Yellowcard? What was I ON? Don't blame me...I just thought...I mean, they have a violin guy! But that is not even close to being enough to make them cool. Iiiick.

So I saw "Secret Window." Critics are dumb. The fact that Johnny Depp IS the movie is a GOOD thing. And there's a surprise ending that they say you could tell from the first 30 minutes. I didn't know it would end up like that, and I'd like to think I'm not a complete dolt. And Johnny--Johnny, my middle-agd love, my trying-to-look-dorky-but-failing-miserably darling--is hilarious. So go see it. Unless you're like my mom and can't stand to see dead dogs. (Humans are not a problem.) Then, don't.

I got Phantom Planet tickets. That calls for a Phantom Planet sort of dance. Mellowdrone and Lola Ray are opening. Anyone know of, heard of, or heard them? I haven't. But as long as they're not Rooney, the get a dance too.

Ashley went to a Vines concert. (She saw real live groupies! And they weren't even shouting "Tay-Tay, can I have your babies." But that's only because it wasn't a Rooney concert.) Craig Nicholls bashed himself with his microphone several times, causing his mouth to bleed. At least drunk Alex Greenwald isn't quite so self-destructive. They both look like I could pick them up with one hand and snap them in half, though. Maybe we'll take Alex a cheeseburger.

That's enough for now.

2004-03-15 @ 7:21 p.m.

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