... okay, major coincidence. Just as I was about to go ahead and type out something, on comes "Underneath Your Clothes" again. I love that song with a passion... okay, only late at night but regardless, a good song. Lyrics aren't completely flowing, but that's to be expected from a native-spanish speaker such as Shakira. And she was so much better a la "Estoy Aqui" with the red and black hair before they turned her into Brit Spears. She hasn't changed, and I'm thankful for that, but now there are even more idiotic people along with the worthwhile ones listening to her music. It's almost insulting.

Shakespeare Fest is tomorrow, but I have a movie night at Karen's to go to first.

Early tomorrow morning we're packing our Odyssey to it's intended max capacity (seven people not including possible space inbetween seats, onto of people, and inside the trunk) and it's a 3-4 hour drive to Cedar City, Utah. A pity that we're not sticking around too long for Sunday since I know that seeing my catholic filipino grandma go into a mormon church would be surpassingly entertaining. Apparently there's a little Ren-Fest infront of the stages so I intend to either get a nice sword, knife, rapier, anything sharp and shiny or some genuine feather quills. $300+ to spend plus more now that my paycheck's here. Whoo.

Much Music's airing DC's Tokyo Fest Highlights later, so I shall definitely be watching that.

Our Lady Peace in just one week. Am I excited? Hell yes. As much as I adore their new album and direction, Spiritual Machines will always be my favorite OLP album. It's quite an emotional ride (think Moulin Rouge or any Bollywood film) with songs that are as uplifting as Creed songs (minus the pretentiousness) only to be followed by bruising ballads of self-depreciation. And tapered off with a soothing, make-up-sex variety "I'm sorry" melody.

Yep, I'm definitely one of those people who want background music to always be played in the room. Amen.

Or... not.