I love Gym Class Heroes more than an eleventeen year old with hightops and heavy eyeliner. But Travis on his own here is poignant, thoughtful and melodic as always... I love this video.
When I decided, for once, I would save some money and dye my hair myself in between now and when I intend to get some highlights in a month, I figured I would keep it in the brunette/reddish family, go a little darker, maybe, and hopefully up the shine and just make it a little less boring.
So, when I picked up a box of your Natural Instincts Golden Shimmer collection in "Golden Mohagany", I assumed it would be, like it said, a medium-brown shade with hints of gold and red.
I did NOT expect to look like a cross between Lindsay Lohan circa Mean Girls and the fucking Wendy's Logo.
This is why I leave hair dying up to the professionals. Thanks for once again reminding me I have no qualifications to wield a bottle of color.
Sincerely, Your New Ginger Kid Customer.
PS--My fucking shower looks like a murder scene. Thanks.
So it's been quite the season of concerts for me, starting all the way back in April with Kings of Leon at the Agganis Arena in Boston. Since then I've seen: Dave Matthews with Willie Nelson at Fenway Park (5/29), No Doubt with Paramore at the Comcast Center (6.20), Taking Back Sunday (my favs) with Anberlin at House of Blues Boston (6/27), and then Incubus at the Comcast Center a couple weekends ago (8/2)....
Next up= O.A.R. at the Bank of America pavilion in Boston tomorrow. Never seen them live. Insanely excited. Hope to hear this awesome tune below.
There have been so many attempts to get this blog up and running, this site (and many others) functioning, and my life in working order, that the whole project has been scrapped too many times to count.
Scrapped, of course, in favor of dollar drafts. And concerts. LA visits and midwest trips. Sunday morning brunches and patio happy hours. Impromptu furniture painting and t-shirt designing. Kisses on busy Boston sidewalks. Dinner parties. Keg parties. Water gun fights. Yoga classes. Self-discovered culinary skills. Marathon phone calls. Inside jokes. Promotions, raises, and a legit "real" job. Red Sox games. Pedicures. Promises. Laughs. Family. And friends.
So while there may not be a completely valid excuse for three or so years on hiatus, if anything was worthy of my time, all of that was.