Hmm... at 5:20-ish am I'm trying to gather energy for the day, watching Flower Drum Song on the tv, and am making a new playlist.

First, Flower Drum Song. Sure, it's almost a cookie-cutter version of every single musical/comedy/romance film of tha era. Complete with the love triangles, meddling parents, and dance/dream sequence with lots and lots of... um, sequince. Let's not get started on the whole stereotyping of anyone asian at that moment to be chinese. Hell, the main actors were mostly Japanese. And the accent... shudder. Despite all these, that movie's still one of my favorites of that era (others being Lily, Cinderella but not the Rogers-n-Hammetstein one, Singing in the Rain, and My Fair Lady). I'm sure there's more, but I don't really feel like wracking my brain at the moment.

Currently listening to Holcombe Waller's acoustic version of his song "Twist". Other songs included in this list are: Alicia Keys' "Fallin'", Bran Van 3000's "Astounded", Fenix TX's "Tearjerker", and others.

Now to talk about the concert. First band up was Hey Mercedes. Not bad but the crowd wasn't completely into it. Then came No Motivation which had a group of... groupies... who just happened to stand behind me and scream in my ears.

Dashboard Confessional was next. Shit. That guy can sing/play. His songs are completely emotion-filled (including the cracking voice in moments of deep pain) and he plays acoustic so well he can make it sound distorted without using an effects pedal. It's odd for me to be moved by someone I know little of in a concert... but halfway through I was ready to start bawling. And I would have if the people at the bar weren't so fucking loud and the crowd didn't sing along with their off-key singing. That really ruined the mood.

And to quote Paul when I recommended DC to him online: "He's rather cute too." Or something to that extent.

Afterwards was Saves the Day with a completely mesmerizingly sexy lead singer. Bu at that point the crowd was crushing us against the metal railing, the security people were being more bitchy than usual (a near impossible feat) and all the crowdsurfers went sailing over our heads every-other minute. Which wouldn't be so bad (a majority of them being cute guys) except that they had a tendency to try to wreck my hair. One even grabbed on for a ride till I had to punch his ribs.

Still trying to wash the blue hair coloring out of my head. Scary thing is, it's a spray-on color which is taking forever to get out of black hair... that's really really odd. Well, if I can't completely wash it off, church'll be interesting.

Church... bleh. Speaking of which, I have auditions for the teen choir this wednesday and I have yet to pick a song to sing. Thus the disadvantage to being picky.

Going to the Desert Passage tomorrow. Strangely enough, this is about the same time that I saw my Fallen Angel at the same place... hmm, god I hope I get to see him there. The mini-encounter at Barnes & Noble just fueled the flames of desire again.

Okay, now listening to the soundtrack for Trick.