twelve days

t-minus 12 days until i leave for the big, bad bean-town. why the crap do people say "t-minus"? i've always wondered. one of life's many mysteries. so, i have twelve days to say my "see you later"s, take care of all my moving business, somehow acquire a large sum of money, get my car fixed, and pack five cars worth of possessions into one. that last thing is what i am most concerned about, atleast currently. i'm staying at brian's until i leave, and my stuff is taking up an entire room, boxes and boxes of miscellany, a sight that makes me want to hurl everytime i dare to peek in. but i must start tackling it, and i must start tackling it today, thus why i am procrastinating by writing this blog.

my last twelve days are further complicated by the fact that brian is moving into another apartment in this complex before we leave. this makes the need to organize my shit much more pressing, as if it wasn't already pressing enough. furthermore, there is my room at home to consider, on which i have made some progress, but not enough. ew, ew, ew, i have to stop talking about this before i spew.

last night at approximately 12:20 am i finished the latest harry potter installment, harry potter and the half blood prince. i must say, i was quite satisfied...in had romance, intrigue, mystery, humor...but with each harry potter book i read, i feel worse and worse for harry and the crap he constantly has to face. he's come a long way from the carefree days of the sorcerer's stone, i'll tell you that right now. being a boy wizard isn't fun and games anymore...it's life or death! poor, poor, brave harry. he's quite the little sixteen year old stud.

on tuesday, brian, nicole and i made the four hour drive to bend to see jack johnson at the les schwab amphitheatre. good show. on the way there, we stopped at this teeny tiny country store after being warned that the next place to get gas was 56 miles down the road. the owner of the country store turned out to be quite the renaissance man, for while we were chatting it up with him, we realized he was also the town's realtor. "i'm the mayor, too," he said as he scooped our ice cream. we thought he was joking, but he wasn't. we declared him to be a stud, as well, and continued on our way.

the concert pretty much ruled, the second opener, ALO, or the animal liberation orchestra (they get the best band name of the year award in my book) were freaking amazing, and jack rules live. at one point he brought this little boy named caleb up on stage to play a song, and this kid was phenomenal! jack said he met him last year in bend and caleb could play all of his songs, so this year he let him play one on stage. what a big soft heart that jack johnson has! later in the show these boys were brawling right up by the stage and he said, "hey, guys, that's not what the ladies want to see. they want to see guys dancing, not fighting." needless to say, i thought that was rad, and i wanted to have his babies. so besides the inevitable wafting smell of pot and overaged, inappropriate dirty dancing that every outdoor show seems to bring out, it was definitely worth 40 big ones. especially since i haven't actually paid the 40 big ones back to brian yet. evil laugh.