Sunday Aliya and I made plans to get together on Wednesday. I woke up at 6:45 that day. I don't remember why I did. Oh, I think I set my timer to 7 hours. It was pretty cool, though. I felt refreshed.

Monday I woke up at 7:10 and I was like, “If I go back to sleep, I’ll wake up at 10, so I’ll just get up now.” And then I felt really tired and crappy.

I put up the Losh fic on fanfiction.net. Finally! It’s cool to finish all these stories. Phew. This summer has been very productive writingly ("productive musically". Julian) I wrote Carlin’s story, which was kinda hard, but pretty fun. I didn’t do physical descriptions as much as I did for Anastasiya. I just talked about her and times we shared.

I discovered that Hyunwoo never apologizes when he’s mean to me. It sucks. I mean, we get over it, but I wish he would apologize.

Tuesday I burned First Impressions of Earth for Aliya, despite vowing not to. I didn’t want to because The Strokes are so different there, but I was like, “I can’t censor The Strokes for Aliya. And Juicebox is really good.” So I did it.

Wednesday I went over Aliya’s. She was like, “I’m going to listen to one song on here right now. What song should I hear?” and before she even finished, I said, “Juicebox.” Some people love it and some people hate it, so I was biting my nails the whole time she was listening, but when it ended, she sighed and said, “It’s so good.” That made me really happy. We talked about The Strokes and watched some Strokes things on YouTube.

Salim made ramen for us. Rabi was like, “I’ll eat cheese.”

We went down to Salim’s room to play on his guitar. He had a December calendar up (okay, that sounds stupid), so I took a sharpie and wrote, “Salim, you’re an idiot. It’s July,” on it. Aliya showed me T-something and Sara, this group with lesbian twins, which was pretty cool. They were kinda Franny-y, but the drums or something were really good. I don’t remember.

I figured out that I get really sick if I drink a lot of water and then either ride in a car or sit in a cold room. I did all three at Aliya’s house, so I felt really terrible. We went to this farm thing, and Aliya’s mom got me some honey. She was like, “Brigid, you got all quiet on me. You think I’m weird, don’t you?” Her mom is so cool. I had been talking a lot in the car. I just felt really sick, so I didn’t say anything. And everyone at the farm was a total weirdo.

Franny and Hyunwoo saw a Batman screening. They said it was really cool. It looked pretty cool. I’m glad they went.

I added member descriptions to the Strokes essay. I went on and on about Nick. He’s great. I feel like putting it up, but that’s stupid, because I have the file on my compy. It was just annoying, because I was writing this fanfic with Julian thinking about Nick’s features, and I had just written this, and I was like, “Sigh. I have to repeat all this crap.”

I put up 2 more Strokes First impressions of Earth pictures and a Craig Nicholls picture on my wall. I feel so proud. I love them. And the Craig picture was so Craig. I love his mouth; it’s so weird. The wall people were kinda iffy about it, but I kept Brainy up and that Megaman picture was really bothering me. So I’m sorry, but it had to be done. I should get rid of all of Kyle’s stuff, but I don’t want to print out big things of The Strokes. That would be a lot of ink. It would be perfect if they were, like, in a magazine or something, so I could just tear it out.

Thursday I scabbed my knee at the beginning of tennis. I was running backwards, and then I switched forwards, and my legs got jumbled up and I fell. My left knee got scabbed and bled really badly, but Coach Uglyface was like, “Band-Aids are fake!” so I wasn’t allowed to put a Band-Aid on. I was bleeding the whole time.

Friday I was like, “Crap!” and sent that belated email to Chicken House saying I couldn’t get an International Response Coupon. I was going to work on the cover for the literary magazine, but, okay, listen, it said to take pictures of graffiti and street signs or anything vernacular. Vernacular means something to do with a native language. So I don’t know how that works. I was like, “Fuck it,” and gave up.

Saturday I finished 3 pages of Losh. I was almost done, but I was like, “I’m tired of this. I’ll finish it later.”

Sunday, instead of finishing it, I wrote 2 scripts, one as Strokes Crack Doodle 4: Tour Van Dialogue, and the other as Incredibrigid. Incredibrigid was written really fake-ily. I like the Strokes one, though. Not my best, I discovered when I was going through it, but very fun. It was tough to give one-sentence-descriptions of each bandmate.

Mom’s been pretty weird lately. She randomly has to sit down, or feels weak or doesn’t want to do things. I think she’s doing drugs.

Sunday Mom was in the mood for going out early. We went to Borders for that Queens of the Stone Age CD that I needed. Borders had 2 Queens of the Stone Age albums, and neither of them had 3’s and 7’s or Little Sister, so I didn’t want them. They had no Vines albums, but they did have Favorite Worst Nightmare, so I got that. It’s so fucking good, even if it has weird Fear Of Sleep whammies sometimes. I just can’t believe they had 5 Strokes albums, and no Queens of the Stone Age/The Vines. They made more albums than The Strokes! Weirdos.

Mom doesn’t like The Strokes. That's not surprising if you just read my xanga entries, but she's been pretty cool with them up to now. She’s like, “I can’t understand them! What do the lyrics mean?” The fucking lyrics don’t have to mean anything! Just listen to the music! She can’t do that. I’ve learned that.

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He is so sexy. They usually make Nick wear the torn jeans, but I guess this had to be done. Oh, Jules!

OMG, Pharell’s gonna be with The Strokes for the next album? Oh no, oh no, oh no. What the fuck’s gonna happen, this is gonna suck, oh, my frick. Franny said Pharell’s a really good producer, and okay, phew, it’s okay if he’s just producing, but man, FIOE sounded weird and different from Gordon’s stuff, so I don’t know what’s gonna happen. I’m scared, even though I am looking very forward to their next album.

Monday I skipped tennis because of, um, period problems. Hyunwoo suffered an hour of Maurisio (sp? Honestly, I could care less). I felt really really bad for him, but I didn’t want to do tennis. I don’t want to do tennis anymore. It’s not fun. I don’t like sports.

I edited three chapters of CoF. I hand-edited the last chapter, and Hyunwoo helped me. He liked the line, “It was painful, but not as painful as what Matt had in store for him” that I took out. That was very embarrassing. I think it was this nite where I said to Cord, “Today was a really productive day. I’m proud of myself.” I was, too.

Tuesday Nathan and I had a date. I went over to his house before the movie. His dad’s a weirdo. His sister’s very pretty, though. Nathan’s absolutely obsessed with his guitar. It’s kinda weird. He wouldn’t stop playing. He didn’t really talk to me. It’s kinda late for a first kiss (I’m a rising 10^th grader, damn it), but I figured I should do it with Nathan. He said he didn’t want to kiss yet, though. I did get all hands-y with him like I did to Jason (god, ew, Jason) before. He liked it. Haha.

I’ve written 6 Strokes Crack Doodles so far. I understand the reason behind drabbles, but I’ve never liked them. You should keep drabbles to yourself. They are fun to write, though, I’ve discovered. Sometimes I just feel like writing The Strokes, but I don’t have a story, and to just write a dialogue or some actions and thoughts feels good. I don’t get sucked into having to envelope the idea or story, because it’s just a drabble, a one-shot, a crack doodle. Cool.

Wednesday.

Thursday I was gonna die at tennis. I can’t imagine what it was like for Hyunwoo all by himself. Maurisio hated me. I hated myself. I hated him, I hated tennis, I hated the sky and water, because it was thundering but it wasn’t raining. If it had started to rain, then tennis would have been cancelled. God.

I finished CoF, but decided I needed a new name for it. Like Hyunwoo said, “It’s a fast-paced story, but the title makes it sound slow.” After making an intense chart of titles, what the title was for (book, movie, video game), the reason behind the title, and the CoF equivalent to it, I decided to rename the Special Attacks and call the book that. I renamed them Onrushes after thinking about Blitz for a long time (it would have been a joke between my friends. I say Blitz all the time instead of Fuck and stuff. Haha, “What the duck?” Be Kind, Rewind). How long are synopses supposed to be? I made mine 2 paragraphs. And then after putting that and the first 3 chapters in a manila envelope that barely fit it, I was going to mail it, but I didn’t have an, um, “international response coupon?” So I had to wait until the next day at the Post Office to send it. And when I did send it, they didn't do internation response coupons anymore. So that was balls.

Last Comic Standing was anxious because God’s Pottery got off, and they made the show interesting. They were so fun. And my parents like Esther Ku, but that’s just because she’s Korean. She’s so bad. And annoying. My laugh isn’t like that, but it is pretty weird. I got scared they would make fun of my laugh if I was on there. Also, Iliza and Sean Cullen and Ron G. are so mean! It’s scary.

Mom got really pissy and stopped talking to everyone after LCS (I call it Lacs. I think Hyunwoo calls it Locs). And then when Franny was like, “Um, okay,” and walked away, Mom was like, “Don’t talk to me like that, loser, bitch!” and Franny was like, “What you say?” and Hyunwoo and I ran away. I was like, “Ugh, my family is so stupid I hate everyone,” and needed, god, needed, the Strokes, so I listened to them, and it was like a drug and I relaxed and smiled and went to sleep to them the second time. I thought I could only do it once. I tried falling asleep to Room on Fire twice after I did the first time, and it didn’t work. I finally managed. Cool.

Friday I worked on the Band Chart, because the list of bands to try out was getting pretty fucking big. Casanegras recommended Kilians and Beatsteak. Beatsteak was weird, but Kilians were so good. The Subways were annoying, I’m sorry Lucy, who recommended them to me. The second last band I tried out (Last = the Hives. They’re weird, but cool.) was The Vines. I fell in-love with Craig Nicholls. Omg, yes, yes. I’ve seen him before somewhere, but I don’t know where. He reminds me of Owen. My character. I’ve always loved Owen people, but I don’t know how I would act with one of them. It’s cool, because The Strokes like The Vines, too. Yay!

I don’t remember, I think it was The Hives, but someone made an album called Barely Legal. I got fucking pissed. That’s a Strokes song, bastards.

I needed a break from writing after all that intense CoF (Onrush now, I know, but CoF’s shorter to say) writing, and decided I wasn’t going to write anything on that day, but I gave in and wrote a Strokes essay. It was fun. I’ve never written an essay that I thought was fun before. It was strange, but very fun and relaxing to just release everything. Talk about The Strokes. They’re everything. I want them, love them so much.

Saturday I started on my Easter project this year: writing stories for people. Unlike my gift to Jennifer’s mom before, I’m gonna write about the people specifically. I did Anastasiya (Ah! I did Anastasiya! That sounds wrong!), which sounded totally gay, because she's really pretty and I like her, but wasn’t. I think she’ll like it. I owe Carlin an Easter present, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to write a lot about her. I know the girls will appreciate the essays, but I don’t know about the guys. I hate writing things for people and having them not even read it or respond in any way. It makes me feel really empty and like a failure.

Hyunwoo said I should change Akira’s name. After thinking long and hard, I chose Juliet. I hope people don’t catch on with the Juliet, Moretti thing (The Strokes? Anyone?). But then once I changed her name, I realized she was in a relationship with Ian, and people might think they die because her name’s Juliet. Crap. Whatever. I’m keeping it Juliet. It’s just weird to see it all over the place now. "Where’d Akira go?"

Sunday I decided to send my Strokes essay to The Strokes, even if last time, the mail got sent back to me. I think it was because I individualized the letters, and it was supposed to go to The Strokes, not Julian Casablancas or Nick Valensi or them. The Strokes essay is for everyone, so it should be cool. Hopefully. Maybe.

I really like that line in How a Resurrection Really Feels where Nick goes, “he doesn’t want to lose his (only, only) chance”. It’s a good line. Shows how desperate he is and stuff. I really like it. I tried to copy it somewhere, but it didn't work. slowascent used it perfectly.

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It's just so Strokes-y. With Julian and Fab smiling at each other and Nick hunched over his guitar. Is that Guided by Voices? Dude, you can write a whole fic after this picture. Haha, "Dude, that thing is so close to me." Nick!

Saturday we finally got a DS. We’d been thinking about getting one for a while, but we didn’t know if the new handheld would come out soon, since it’s been, like, 2 years since the DS was out. Anyway, we got a white DS Lite at Target using Hyunwoo’s $50 gift card and my $50 gift card and Hyunwoo’s cash. Yay!

We finally got up to Reptilia in Expert Co-op Guitar Hero, and beat it! The whole purpose of that was for me to see if I could do the bass part, but I cheated (I don’t know why) and did the bass part earlier on Practice mode. Well, that was our last video game goal of the summer. So I only have writing goals! Yay!

My Strokes fan mail got sent back to me. It said something like, “Unable to forward” or something. Probably because I wrote individual letters, not to The Strokes as one band. I was really sad. 'Cause I spent a lot of time on that thing. I wrote a thing where Nick came to the house with a reply from the letter. Now it’s even less impossible than it already was. Noo!

Sunday we ate a cool meal at Outback Steakhouse. Franny had the Coconut Shrimp appetizer, Hyunwoo and I shared a sandwich, and we had cheesecake with both the chocolate sauce and raspberry sauce. It was amazing.

Monday we had tennis with Scott, who was twitchy and awkward and almost never met out eyes. If we did well, he said, “Excellent!” He had Wilson’s eyes (From House).

Nathan scheduled a date with me, but he told me in the morning that it wasn’t on anymore. I got pissed, because he gave me a stupid reason (“The whole reason was because Christian was leaving on Wednesday, and he can’t do it anymore.” … Um, well, why can’t we do it by ourselves?). I was really really bored later when I had the whole house to myself. I ached to see someone. I wanted Salim to come pick me up, or to hang out with Kathleen, but no one was home. It was torture.

We finished Soma and put it up on Youtube. Now it’s hard for me to listen to Soma without seeing the music video. I had to see a live performance of it to get the image of The Strokes playing it back in my head.

Tuesday I felt like either going to an amusement park or making a cake. I made a cake by scratch following a crappy recipe online. It didn’t say how much butter or salt or any baking powder in it. The cake was gross.

I wrote a Strokes Crack Doodle 3. The Strokes have kicked my writing skills back in action again. I finally finished the journal I had since 7^th grade! More than half of it is 9^th grade, and I would guess that half of it is The Strokes.

Wednesday we got Diamond for Hyunwoo’s DS. I wanted to walk to North Dekalb Mall, but Franny said it was more reasonable to take a bus. So after waiting 30 minutes, we took the bus to Northlake Mall. I found Lucy there. We talked and I figured out that Nathan hung out with his friends yesterday when he told me that he couldn’t make it. Um? I got pretty pissed. We also got Luigi’s Mansion, which I thought would be a bad game, but it’s just very frustrating. You need a walkthrough. (I accidentally printed out the whole thing. Good thing was that it was only 27 pages long)

Friday (because Thursday doesn’t exist this week) was Independence Day. We walked in this parade that we weren’t supposed to walk in. And everyone in Decatur was so nice. It scared me. Hyunwoo pleaded and pleaded and finally we went to Lenox for the fireworks. I felt more comfortable there. City people, loud music, gravel. It made me grin.

Fireworks made me really sad, like dark places and everyone around me being happy always do. So I texted a bunch of people saying, “Happy Independence Day.” Dyquan replied, “U 2 Brigid”, which filled me inside. I love that guy. It was just what I needed.

Nathan texted me and said he saw me at Decatur, but he didn’t get a chance to say Hello. I asked him what happened on our last date, and he said it was a long story, so he had to explain it in person or on Facebook. We agreed to meet on Tuesday. Hopefully it’ll work this time.

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Aw, Albert and Ryan in normal clothes! Yay!

Franny loves making fun of me and The Strokes. It chokes me every time. Chokes as in makes me almost cry.

Sunday I asked Franny about a job as a busser at Outback Steakhouse. She said she’d ask if there was a position open. But no, there was no position, and anyway, bussers had to carry 50 lbs or more and I couldn’t do that. If I could just find a job that was just cleaning, I would do it.

I wanted to go to a gig (this is the word everyone’s been having a problem about. Franny and Hyunwoo said that only bands who are playing in gigs use that word, which is true, but why can’t I use it, too? And then Andrew said I made that word up and yelled at me, but it’s definitely a real word.), but I didn’t know if I was old enough to. Franny was like, “Okay, let’s go see Wolf Parade!” I invited Jennifer and Aliya, but they couldn’t make it. And it turned out we couldn’t make it either, because we were going on vacation that weekend. Even though we haven’t decided on a place yet. Ergy. Mom’s asked me about 3 or 4 times, and I keep saying the same thing: 3 choices: Wisconsin, New York, or Chicago. But I don’t want to go to a gig anymore. I’m scared and I don’t know why, but I just don’t want to.

I’m finished this book Shattering Glass by Gail Giles, who is now officially on my Author Kill-List. The sentences by themselves are good, but together it just doesn’t work, because the plot is so bad. I think Giles never went to high school, or she went to a really messed up one. People don’t act that way. Ever. I hate my book. GAHHHHHHHHH.

Monday the tennis coach made us run around the court if we didn’t get the ball in the court. And that was the day that I forgot to propel the water. It was terrible.

Erica Byas-Smith sent me this Facebook invitation to this literary magazine, which was pretty cool, because I never do literary magazines because they won’t take my damn stories, or I just can’t find literary magazines. Anyway, I write a lot, but I don’t have anything that I can submit into a magazine, because it’s too dirty or it’s about gay people or something. (wow, I have been writing about gay people since 5^th grade) I put the Strokes fanfic in, but I changed everyone’s names. And then I put Computer Virus from 7^th grade, and then the Chicago log. Except I made a mistake, because I changed Fab’s name to Alex, and I talked about Alex in the Chicago log, so the people will be like, “I know why she named this guy Alex!” but it’s really just because the name is cool. Gah!

I started on the Soma video. It was going to be in the same style as the Reptilia video. Franny was hating on me and being like, “I’m Brigid! Strokes, Strokes, Strokes! (Yes, she left out the The’s. grr…) I only like 3 bands!” and it really bothered me. I didn’t say anything, though, because it was true that my favorites are The Strokes, Franz Ferdinand, and Arctic Monkeys, but what’s wrong with that? I finally find my taste in music, and it makes me happy and into music, and Franny makes fun of me. It’s really frustrating.

Tuesday I tried to figure out Nick’s Soma part. Guitar is totally not for me. I hate it. I can’t play it. My fingers hurt. Instead of playing the whole song, I had to do little clips, which was totally cheating, but it worked. Kinda. Fab’s part was fun to do, even if I could never actually play the drums (I’m as bad at the drums as the guitar), and I was using chopsticks.

I got the 2^nd Franz Ferdinand album! It’s SO much better than the first. I absolutely fell in-love with it. And at one point, I actually wanted Alex Kapranos. I don’t think that’s happened before. Like it’s happened with Julian and Alex Turner (I think it’s happened with Alex Turner), but never  Kapranos.

Wednesday I finished filming for Soma (my battery died yesterday, so I had to do Nick’s part today). We started editing, and the Mac was being stupid and kept deleting things. I HATE MACS.

I took the permit test. I failed the first portion (6 questions wrong at question 17). Mom got really pissed at me, as expected. I cried twice that day: one because she was mean and stupid, and once in the morning because I had a dream where Bill Bellamy called me a crazy nut. Yo, he was doing division with multiplication instead of subtraction! I get really sad when people call me crazy, because I’m weird, but I’m not crazy.

Thursday Drennon Davis didn’t get through to the next round in Last Comic Standing, and I was really really sad and angry and disappointed. I found him on Facebook and messaged him with, “OH, MY GOD, YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE THROUGH! I LOVED YOU!” and at 5:15 AM, he said “Thanks! I’m glad you liked it!!” I was really happy. Then Hyunwoo reminded me that it wasn’t live, so he probably didn’t understand. But maybe he’s watching it on TV, too.

I watched the Franz Ferdinand DVD. Before I went to the in-studio-footage, I researched a bit on them. Tried to figure out who everyone was. And then when I came back, Franny was really loudly commenting on the videos Hyunwoo was watching on the laptop, so I couldn’t hear anything. She didn’t get the drift. Because she’s stupid and annoying.

We edited a whole minute of Soma so far. That’s a LOT.

Franny took us to Borders, and I realized how bored of manga I am now. Bleach and Shaman King and One Piece are good and I can keep up with them, and I want to keep up with them, but, like, D. Gray Man and Naruto? I don’t care about them anymore. I don’t even know where I am, really. But this is good, this is good. I’m getting over manga, like how I’m getting over cartoons.

FRIDAY, I FINISHED COF!! Well, writing it, anyway. I just have to edit the whole thing now. It’s such a shame if Chicken House won’t accept it. I think it’s like 152 pages or something, which will be a lot more in a real book. They might make me turn it into 2 books.

We watched Wall-E at 11:40. It was a really scary dystopia. I was wondering if it had more or less words than Bambi. Probably more, though, because the humans talked.

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Wait, what's Alex Turner doing at a Strokes show? Or maybe they're both playing. It's SO cool that Arctic Monkeys and The Strokes are friends, because Arctic Monkeys admired The Strokes, and now they're friends with them!! How cool would that be?

Saturday night Hyunwoo made a list of his best-to-worst characters in Brawl based off a 3-stock match with a Level 9 Lucario. Um, I guess I’m no good with Luigi anymore. I kept dying. Uncharacteristically, I got really annoyed, and I just couldn’t play anymore. It was like the Super Smash Bros. tournament again. I was flying everywhere. After a while, I could tell when I was gonna die. If Hyunwoo’s mad at me, it’s perfectly reasonable, because I asked him to make the list in the first place.

Sunday was Father’s Day (really? It seems so long ago). We went out for lunch at, like, 3 o’ clock. Mom stalled because she didn’t want to go. Bitch. Lunch was pretty cool, though.

I’ve been having fun looking up guitar tabs or figuring stuff out on the guitar. But whenever Franny sees me with the guitar, she steals it from me. So she stole the guitar from me, and then threw the pick at me. She always loses the pick, and I told her to just attach it onto the guitar with the clamp-y thingy, and at least keep it close when she was playing and using the clamp-y thingy. I couldn’t find the pick after she fucking threw it at me, and she was like, “Brigid, you’re worrying over something that’s less than a dollar,” but I totally had reason to, because we never go to the guitar store, so if we lost it, it would be a while until we got another one. BALLS! I eventually found it. Yay.

Mom was being especially difficult that day, but in her usual way. We went to the grocery store and she was like, “We have to buy these things!!” and we were like, “Um, okay,” so we got them, and she disappeared somewhere, and when she came back, she was like, “Who told you to buy these things? Put this back!” and we’re like, “Omg, you can’t just order us around, and not help!” We have taken over her Mom jobs; Dad or Franny makes the food, I do the chores. But she still assumes a high position or whatever. It’s frustrating as shit.

Monday was intense clean-up day, because Arun was coming to our house tomorrow. It was scary; I was really excited. But cleaning up the whole day was tiring as hell. I did finally get around to rearranging my stuff, though. That was fun.

Tuesday Cord managed to get me in bed until 10. Ah, 11 hours of sleep! He laughed at me. I finally posted my Strokes fic (“The Strokes Crack Doodle 2”/”Vanilla Chocolate Chip”). I was really scared, because it didn’t have any sex or whatever, and a lot of the kids who read that are horny bitches (like me!), and even though it was a Julian x Nick, they didn’t get together in the end. And it was only 6 pages. I got 2 reviews at the end of the day that said it was really cute. Argh, dammit, was there really a lot of fluff? I hate fluff. Darn. BUT their reviews were good, so hey. Even though if it only ends up with 2 reviews, that means it sucked. Drat!

Well, okay, the big thing on Tuesday was Arun coming. We were to play Guitar Hero when he came home (Okay, well, Franny didn’t tell us to do that, but I said we would do it, and she was okay with it and knew about it) so he could join in and stuff. BUT she came home, like, 4 hours later, and I couldn’t get past that damn part in Kool Thing, so I just ended up being frustrated for nothing. Ah! It was annoying.

Wednesday our whammy bar broke because Hyunwoo meleed on it too much. We had Bulgogi and Tigim, which was way too much food. Also, dinner was awkward. Everyone got mad at me at one point, because I needed to hear Arctic Monkeys, so I grabbed my CD player, and they were like, “Why are you listening to that at dinner?” and yeah, they had a point, but I could still hear them! Why not?

Thursday I totally didn’t want to go to tennis. Franny drove us there. She was a little late, so we started to walk home by ourselves. She came later and then it was awkward because I told her that I knew Arun smoked near out blitzing house. She was like, “Yeah,” and said it was okay. Ergh. I don’t like how she’s all like, “Smoking and drinking! Yay!” but I don’t know if I’ll be like that in college. Hopefully not, but you never know.

I wrote a script about what would happen if I opened the front door and Nick Valensi was standing there. It was really fun to imagine, but totally improbable.

Arun left, and I felt kinda bad, because I didn’t say anything much to him. Like I just said Bye and stuff. Um, but I guess that’s what you’re to do. Arun was cool. He thought we were geeks, though.

At night, I listened to Juicebox, read High Fidelity, and another Strokes question came to mind. I was like, “Wow, that’s some serious multi-tasking.” The question was “If your 9-year-old self saw you today, would he be proud of you?” For the Ask Me Anything Strokes page. Oh, hey, I get it! Like their song! As Me Anything! Haha ... ha.

Friday we saw Be Kind, Rewind that Franny rented from Blockbuster. It was weird. I had read that 2001: Space Odyssey was the inspiration of the new You Only Live Once video. I didn’t know if it was a big movie or not, though. BUT they did a version of it in Be Kind, Rewind, so I guess it’s a pretty well-known movie. I really wanted to see it, even though it looked like one of those science-fiction movies that would mess with my head. We went to Blockbuster, and I couldn’t find it, so I asked somebody for it, and they didn’t ask me again what the title was, so I guessed yeah, it’s a famous movie, even if no one in my family recognized it. She finally found it, but Hyunwoo found Lost World, so I felt bad, because we had to put it back. Lost World was SO bad. Hahaha. It was like a freak slasher movie. With the hot British guy dying. Blonskyy froommm Hulkkk! Dude, I totally thought it was ‘Polanski’. Haha.

I made a Band Chart that morning. Like, on one side, I put the bands I like, and the other side I put the bands I don’t like, and then I put bands I still have to try out. It was pretty cool, because I put explanations and stuff. So I figured out that I liked heavy guitars and stuff. And not those meedly-Rage-Against-The-Machines things.

I figured out that Nathan doesn't want a girlfriend right now. That's a bummer. We could've worked out.

Saturday morning I finished High Fidelity. It was pretty cool. Not my top favorite books (haha, no pun intended. The guy in there makes lists all the time), but it was cool.

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I just think it's funny/cool that he's holding up a 2001 (?) picture of him and Julian)