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Hearts, Stars, and Jackasses at Romeo and Juliet...Clovers and Blue Moons! Oh, I really hope I didn't go out like this. I'm hoping this happened after I went to Publix. You see, the left shoulder of my black jacket is covered with white powder fingerprints. What would people think? "There goes Haley. At the conversation hearts again, I see." "It's sad, really. She should get help." "I wonder if she's too sugar high to realize she wiped all the white powder stuff on her shoulder."It ends now, though. Now that I've eaten every heart that's not green or white out of the 20 oz. bag. And trust me, there are a lot of greens and whites. When I'm a rock star, I want to have really, really good names for things. My band, my songs, my albums. (Also, I'll be known for my liquid eyeliner face art with stars around my eyes, because I did it tonight and it looks hot. But that's different.) I just caught the end of a song called "If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next," from the album "This Is My Truth...Tell Me Yours," by a band called Manic Street Preachers. I couldn't even tell if I liked the song or not because I only heard the end, but those are some damn good names. I have the perfect name for my girl Phantom Planet cover band, but I won't share it because someone might steal it. It's just that good. In the latest issue of Rolling Stone, there were two articles about Jack White, one making him sound like a wonderful guy and one making him sound like a brute. The first was about how a fan offered him a guitar that he bought on eBay for $3000, because it was just like his old one, which had seen better days. Jack was all speechless, then told the guy (I'm paraphrasing here), "When I was younger and I did something good, my dad would tell me, 'Jack, you are a gentleman and a scholar.'" Isn't that sweet? The second article, of course, was about how he beat the ever-loving crap out of Jason Stollsteimer. They say he was a gentleman through the entire process, being arrested, getting his mug shot, all that. Which makes me thing he MUST have had a reason to give that Jason such a complete bashing. Right? And that Grammy performance? Forkin' amazing. So now I'm not going to feel skeeved out listening to him anymore. Which is good. Jump Little Children, Stellastarr, Pretty Girls Make Graves, Ben Kweller with Death Cab for Cutie, and Phantom Planet are all playing here within the next few months. I wish I could go to all of those shows. I would kill to go to all of those shows. I might just have to kill someone soon, because I want. To go. To those shows. Did I tell you about the ass at the Atlanta Ballet's Romeo and Juliet yesterday? Ok, I will, then. During the second intermission, no one felt like getting up again, so we just sat and talked. I hadn't seen or read Romeo and Juliet in forever and didn't quite remember the whole plot, and I wondered out loud whether they had gotten married in one scene, or if they had just gone to the church to make plans to be married. In the scene it looked like the priest was just blessing them or something, I don't know. It didn't look like a wedding. My argument was that they hadn't gotten married, because after they were through, they started kissing, and the maid and the priest pulled them apart like they weren't supposed to be doing that yet. The man in front of me, who I hadn't spoken to or even looked at during the show, turned around and said, "They got married. It says so in the program. Oh, and we're married (he and his wife, who was rolling her eyes at me), and we kissed after we got married too." Then they turned back around and resumed cuddling. Um, way to be a jerk and make me look like an idiot. It was just so snotty and condescending. And THEN they left during the bows! Ass. My entries always end up being about music these days, don't they? I imagine it has to be pretty boring for you. I'm sorry. But not "Sorry Sorry," because Rooney makes me die. 2004-02-15 @ 7:38 p.m. |