Bree!

So a new dude was added to the cast of New Moon (the Twlight sequel) and a lot of people think he's hot. He'll be a member of the wolf pack alongside Taylor Lautner.

Judge for yourself and report back to me, stat.

Other fun facts to perhaps convince you: He's "an inherent dancer" and knows mixed martial arts.

But don't get too excited because he's married and likes to take racy pics with his pregnant wifey.

I say: Even though this actor apparently showers, he has nothing on RPattz.

Saturday!

Who will be there?

How'd you handle the scandal, GG fans? Next week is a rerun, so let's savor this week's ep, eh? Points of discussion from last night's episode... Read more...

I spent earth hour at The Avalon watching Bayside open for New Found Glory. In case anyone was wondering, yes, all the lights were off in my house. Read on to find out what band was at the show just to watch...

I bet you think I call this “book corner” to summon images of cozy throw pillows and worn paperbacks and an aura of acceptance. But no. It’s because I literally write this column IN A CORNER. This one, to be exact:

Last night I finished Dave Eggers’ A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius .  It’s Eggers first book, his memoir, but fiction in that, “in many cases, the author could not remember the exact words said by certain people, and exact descriptions of certain things, so had to fill in gaps as best he could.” Everyone I know read this book like 5 years ago. Whatever. The first book I read by Eggers was the short stories collected in What Is The What . The novel that really made the impression was You Shall Know Our Velocity —so much so that I immediately forced it upon my sister after reading it.

Eggers name is popping up all over the place because he penned the screenplay for Where The Wild Things Are , and everyone has been freaking out of the trailer all week.

Also precious: A lesser-talked about trailer for “Away We Go” a movie he and his wife wrote:

Ok, notes about this book

• It’s kind of depressing. If you want to go to sleep and dream of puppies and sunshine, then perhaps this isn’t an appropriate before-bed page-turner.
• Do you ever think you’re a little bit crazy for the way your mind shoots off onto tangents of wild imaginings and over-reactions? You’ll feel very at home in the author’s stop-start stream of consciousness.
• It reads like fiction. There were so many times where I just forgot this was actually his life, until he would mention his name.

Eggers question: Have you read any of his books? Which do you like best?

Booky question: Do any of you have a kindle out there? How do you feel about it? I really like the instant gratification of it, but I really like underlining phrases and dog-earing pages in books. I suppose this is like the album versus mp3 format debate.

Add me on goodreads !

What are you reading right now? And would anyone like to make me a bookmark? I have a habit of using like, sbux receipts. How terribly uninspiring, right?

Do your weekends need more life to them? Or more specifically, do your weekends need more feverish arguments about Edward Cullen and Hermione Granger? This past Saturday, Team Read put on a Harry Potter vs. Twilight debate at the Seattle Public Library. Yes, that's what went down . Prepare to pick your team...

Bring Me The Horizon's guitarist, Curtis Ward, has decided to leave the band. A press release issued this morning stated:

Currently in the US on the Taste Of Chaos, Curtis and the band have made the mutual decision to part ways based on personal differences, but remain firm friends as they have done since the band’s inception in Sheffield in 2004. Read more...

Today we were in Louisville, Kentucky at this venue called the EXPO 5 and its sort of weird and sketchy because it's in this thing that looks like an aviation hangar but hosts this bizarre flea market. I say bizarre because right when I walked in I found myself under a neon sign that said "Buy a practice pole!" You know, as in stripper pole. Makes sense, I suppose, since there are 5 strip joints in a row across the street, but that doesn't make me feel any less creeped out.

A lot of the boys bought these bb guns (?) and Vic from Pierce The Veil bought Four Year Strong a sweet dreamcatcher with a wolf on it. That was nice of him. The upside is I met Jenna, who is adorable, and who will undoubtedly have awesome photos from tonight's show.

For anyone wondering, the cutest person on the tour isn't Oli Sykes. It's this guy named Chris who's traveling with them (bmth). Freaking adorable! But I'll be embarrassed if he reads this.

Denny's was an adventure -- fys and bmth piled into ptv's rv to get there.

There were a lot of kids and one girl in particular who was oversharing in the parking lot. Note: When you lost your virginity, even if it WAS just 2 weeks ago, is not an appropriate conversation starter.

Our maniacal bus driver tore off 2 AC units and the satellite on his way to pick us up from Denny's. Fool knows he's getting fired, so he's driving even worse tonight. I don't often swear out loud but I yelled JESUS FUCKING CHRIST after we did a series of rumbles over what felt like dead bodies. Annnnd now I'm sort of getting motion sick. Night kids.

Most of Friday I spent kidnapped by my aunts. We sought out dry shampoo and caffiene and foodz.

After my Aunt J spoiled me by getting me portobello raviolis and and a Betseyville laptop case, then we hugged and went back to the venue.

I watched some of Cancer Bats but then I was really hungry so I CAREFULLY walked to Taco Bell (slush! ice!) and picked up reinforcements. Then I took it back to the dressing room at Myth and watched some Dog Whisperer while band doodz wandered in and out and made pb sandwiches.

I took some pictures but the camera kinda blows and so does like, the fog machine.

I've taken a lot of videos but its worthless trying to upload those.

Mostly, our bus driver is INSANE. Like, falling asleep at the wheel, swerving, hitting the median BAD. That fool is supposed to sleep during the day but we don't think he does.

The band has tried to fire him once, but the bus company overruled it.

So, if I die, please write nice things about me.

Because I might be able to ask them for you in the next couple days.

Or I might just disregard all y'all and ask just Oli, "So, you agree, you think you're really pretty?"

;)

I am exhausted. But my Aunt fed my Olive Garden and bought me a Betseyville laptop case! She spoils me.

There is snow on the ground outside and when I stepped out onto the carpet and slid like FOOT before I caught my balance. AUGH. KLUTZ.

Sweet baby jebus, I think I should've taken some Dramamine before I went to bed last night. This bus obviously isn't like, the mercedes of it's kind. My bunk is comfy but I swear I felt like we were off-roading in a jeep. Are there not paved roads between Chicago and Minneapolis?

Alright, so, yesterday -- I touched down in Chicago at 4, stumbled around with my luggage 'til I found a shuttle, sat in gridlock on the 190... or maybe 90? I looked at all the boxy houses and  trees with no leaves on my drive to the Vic Theater. Also, I looked for signs that the city was hometown-sh to Fall Out Boy. And The Academy Is... and The Hush Sound. Found not a single one. Psh.

Walked into the venue as Pierce The Veil was going on. They actually sounded good. But the singer, Vic, looks exactly like this guy I know named Jessie, who was the dude in charge on the Music Saves Lives bus. I kept wanting to shout OMG HI JESSIE. Except, you know, it wasn't him.

I met the ever-radiant being that is John Ortega (ounceofwentz), which words really can't describe because he is like sunshine and happiness in human form. It's true.

I watched Four Year Strong, who are my bus mates for the next few days AND the only band on this tour to find a home in my iTunes library.

Everyone went apeshit when the Bring Me The Horizon banner dropped. Just the banner! And then the entire theatre went bezerk once the band actually started.

 
Oli Sykes, you hot mess.

I went to the bus to arrange my junk and I met the merch guys, Josh and 'C'. I checked my tweets and my massive amount of only slightly important email... then I went back inside and watched some Thursday. During the last portion of their set they dropped big black balloons, which was kind if a nice change from confetti (even though I admittedly ADORE confetti).

After I said goodbye to the bundle of happiness known as John, I hung on the bus until Josh was like "Were going to Trader Todd's, interested?" And I was, because that sounds like distant relative or Trader Joe's.

I had a drink and some shots with these girls who were close friends of the band. Vic from Pierce The Veil was singing karaoke. lulz.

Then we went to L&L something or other (not Hawaiian BBQ--this note is mostly for my sister) where I admired Geoff from Thursdays big fluffy jacket and he told someone that he was dissapointed in their Chicago audience. Aw.

I felt like it was okay to stand outside with the smokers because when everyone breathes in Chicago so it looks like smoke, n'ah mean?

And then mynewfriendmegan says goodbye and goes "Tell OLIVER I said goodnight!" (we had been discussing his prettiness earlier) and it turned out Oli's little brother is on the tour and was standing right behind her.

Ladies, he's cute, and 19.

Haha/jk.

That concludes day 1. My hair is dirty and I would still kill for some Taco Bell.