Kee-razy, man...

I can't believe I'm doing this. I hate reality tv. So, it astonishes even me that I'm going through with applying for the MTV/Rolling Stone reality show. I'll never get picked in a million years, but I still can't believe I'm even trying. I must be mentally insane. Luckily, Ben is awesome and has agreed to help me make the video portion of my application. I'm going to feel like a complete moron doing that but, oh well. Who'd have thought I'd ever try to be on a reality show? A summer at Rolling Stone is good incentive though...

On a different note, I'm quite impressed with myself and forgot to mention this the other day. I have this little music addiction. I can deal with it if I want to (heh heh)...but I beg, buy and "steal" (mySpace music, i don't illegally download! i heart iTunes!) music whenever I can. So, the fact that I went into no less than three cool indie music stores this weekend to do interviews and managed to go home only having bought two used cds, is somewhat amazing. It wasn't easy, let me tell you;) All for the story, all for the story.

My mom and dad come home on Thursday and I'm actually looking forward to it. The house is really quiet when it's just me rattling around in it. I think I've done my fair share of sowing some wild oats while they've been gone (dyed my hair purple which I still love, got a tattoo, threw a party, yada yada yada), so I think I can cope with them being back. For a while at least;) Until they make me nuts again that is.

Ok, two photos from the party. The first is the pile of iPods from the contest, if somebody had a nano we'd have covered almost all the iPods out there:) Then there's Husband and Thomas. Husband looks either irritated or vaguely amused, I'm not sure which. I think Thomas is attempting to throw gang signs. Heh, yeah...I've also come to the conclusion that Husband didn't get sick after the party from antibiotics and alcohol. I blame the synthetic cheese and alcohol. Damn nacho cheese!

Ciao,
~Sasha