Louis XIV! Yesssss!!!

Bryan + Me + Hot Hot Heat = Pure Sex

After this picture was taken, Bryan tried to eat the side of my face even though I told him being a cannibal was totally unacceptable in today's society.

My Shil and I on the lovely MySpace bus...

Bryan, me and Shil (or half of Shil's face) love you...

This is me smiling as my favorite Texan (Rusty from KYSM) drove me around showing me what Austin is really all about.

My discovery of Big Red was surprisingly one of my biggest highlights of SXSW!

Bombay Sapphire Coma

There are a few things to remember when you are going to a show and you have to get up the next day for class on John Milton and why everyone seems to think "Paradise Lost" is the best epic poem in the entire world:

Do not drink at the show. Even if someone is buying for you. You're brain will be very angry if you down all that alcohol then try to analyze literature.

Do not be surprised when your friend is more popular with The Crimea than you are. (If he didn't have that dope to offer then he'd be more s.o.l. than the underage band-fuckers longingly standing by the entrance to the backstage.

All in all The Crimea was amazing. Ash doesn't know how to let me down. And as far as The Bravery...down a few beers and dance along to not notice that the guitarist has a better eyeliner job than you do.

Tonight a lame boy used a lame pick-up line. He said "I like your shoes, where did you get them?"

My new shoes are banging. He was not.

And the Countdown Begins

SXSW is roughly 8 days away. I'm so excited that I could piss my pants. Seriously...

Cute Hair...Not So Cute Face

For all you lazy folks who are too lazy to come see my hair in person, but not too lethargic to bitch about it.