last night i hung out with these nice girls and i realized that i'm pretty good at hanging out with girls. at one point i brought up nico and they said they didn't know who that was and that was OKAY, but then they said they didn't know who the velvet underground were and i looked at them with this music snob expression of shock and i felt so DISGUSTED with myself for that later. SORRY!!

i also don't really know what to do with girls beyond being their friends anymore. it's kind of ridiculous how romantically inept i am when it comes to courtship. am i even allowed to use that word anymore????

oh man. i'm listening to the album i recorded two years ago in some bedrooms and a garage. aside from the shitty mixing, i think it's pretty good. and look, being impressed and jealous of who you were a long time ago is simutaneously exhilirating and depressing.

or maybe i only think it's good because i'm drunk.

incidentally, i'm thinking of re-recording the whole thing after we finish awkward songz.

most times, when i am driving on the freeway, i forget that i am driving and there are large stretches of road that pass by unnoticed. i usually start to notice eventually. that's when i try to purposely become oblivious again so maybe i will just keep going and accidentally end up in vancouver or alaska. that would be fabulous. but it never happens.

no way!

it's sort of becoming a habit of mine to go down and play mediocre open mics. i play the wrong chords and forget lyrics and you'd think i was drunk, but no. i think my only saving grace has to be my onstage banter. i basically blamed everyone in the chai house for my failure and it went over swimmingly. they all laughed and i think corey probably had to stop some people from making out with me.

you don't believe that for a second, do you?! good job!

listen, we've all been talking about it and we're seriously worried about your style, okay?

i am apparently not very sociable tonight. i am just sort of generally and unexplainably freaked out. maybe courtney's thing has rubbed off on me or maybe it is just the time of year. or maybe i'm dying. of ridiculous-ness.

also, i don't wear socks that even come close to matching anymore.

i was totally going through old IM conversations because, look, that's what i do on friday nights. OKAY.

mal: pink's real name is 'alecia moore'
jacob: t... that's so... normal.
mal: totally?
jacob: it's kind of like "mandy moore" but without the mandy.
mal: totally.
mal: and with 'alecia'
jacob: the interview in the blender thing totally showed a picture of her when she was 12.
jacob: it was like... WTF?
mal: whoa.
mal: wtf.
jacob: blender are a bunch of liars.
jacob: i don't believe for a second that pink was ever 12.
mal: i'm a cool rockin daddy in the U.S.A.!
jacob: w... wait... no, i am!

since this thing has nothing more exciting to be than a show diary right now, i totally saw the old 97s tonight. it was totally fabulous. minibar opened for them. they were a band that i haven't heard of. but they were british and alt-country and who knew??

i turns out that no one lied to me and rhett miller is totally sexy. even if he does wear weird shirts. they played every song i wanted them to play, including: salome, rollerskate skinny and the el for one of the encores.

i went with claire and that was nice. she is a totally nice girl. i had this mysterious feeling that i sounded like an ass in front of her roommates, but i think i always get that feeling with everyone.

oh my god, i just saw the dears play live.