This has been such a great weekend.

I am currently laying in bed drinking Nesquik and soy milk. Oh my, oh my. Delicious.

So yesterday was the Chrome Live event benefitting Toms shoes. Great music. Great friends. Great fun!

Among acts like Ben Kweller (who was great but did not play "Wasted and Ready" which was upsetting) and Matt Costa, Estelline played. Ok, so I may be biased, but I think these guys are awesome. Check it out for yourself: myspace.com/estelline1

After the event, they played at Lonestar Oyster Bar, and everyone in there was singing along and dancing as closing crept closer.

Highlight of the day/night: the personal dedication of my favorite Estelline song, "Apples". It seriously made me so incredibly happy. Man I love that song. It's not on their myspace, but it should be.

But a really great weekend overall. Things are evolving nicely for me here in Lubbock.

Now some pictures from the show:

Estelline.

Whoa-- Ben Kweller

Will you be my Andy Warhol?

Sexy Sadie. Sweet Caroline. Barbra Ann. Suite Judy Blue Eyes. Peggy Sue. Roxanne.

Who are these women, and why do their names deserve song title status?

Well, I don't know the answer. Muses, perhaps? Unknown drug references (I suppose that is a muse as well)? All I know that if my name were the title of a song, I could be happy dying. Maybe it's a hunger for fame, having thousands of people drunkenly singing my name while I knowingly grin backstage.

Besides, what does "Katherine" rhyme with anyway? Bo-batherine. That's it. Let's write a song about that.

Yeah "Kat" rhymes with things (mat, bat, hat), but it's not all that aesthetically pleasing.

But, really. To be someone's muse is such an honor. Your whit, your charm, your beauty has inspired this artist to compose a work based from you being you. But then again if you're an idiot and have inspired someone to write a song that, you are the definition of "uncool".

But seriously, where's my Andy Warhol? Your Edie is waiting.

I need someone to be inspired by me.

Principles of Journalism

India's first woman president, Pratibha Patil. She's 75 and still groovy.

I was up late writing a paper for Principles of Journalism, and I mentioned the little lady above. The paper was an analysis of a different country's media (Mine was India) and how they are similar/different from main stream U.S. media. We were to also compare and contrast each country's Code of Ethics for Journalism. Pretty interesting, I suppose. Mr. Wernsman (from here on out, he is known as Wernsy) told us to keep it between 500 and 600 words. Psh. Mine is 817. Booyeah.

But it is now 5:06 a.m. Awesome. Can I get some more time for sleep, please?

Too bad I'm not tired. I could get a whole three hours of sleep before I would need to get up.

An Artist.

"You are an artist. Your imagination, your humor. I bet you're a good actress."

Ok. That is probably one of the best compliments I have ever received. An artist. Yeah, I've always thought of myself as one, but I didn't know that others viewed me as that (If they did, they never expressed it.).

artist \ˈär-tist\ (n): a person whose creative work shows sensitivity and imagination

Yeah-- I can agree with that.

Since I am an artist, here is a picture of one of my paintings. It's nothing special, but I really really like it.

An old window frame re-painted.

Yeah, so what if I was kind of hippy in high school? I love this piece.

Here is my only justification for a Snuggie:

Sitting, freezing cold, trying to do homework (or in my case, blog). It's just so difficult... I suppose I could just throw on a jacket, right?

I've been meaning to start posting this, but here are some of my favorite Rolling Stone covers:

My first and far most favorite. John and Yoko's portrait, taken by Annie Leibovitz, the morning of his assassination.

I had a picture of this (cut from Rolling Stone, of course) glued to a collage on a trunk in my room during high school. Everyone thought I was such a weirdo for it, but how could I explain the significance behind the picture?

My second favorite picture of Janis. My first is on the cover of Pearl.

Although Pearl had quite a bout with heroin, we have two things in common: native Texans and a certain love of whiskey.

Sir Elton John's cartoon cover, inspired by his song Rocket Man I'm sure.

Need I reiterate how awesome his concert was?

It was bliss.

Mick Jagger is crazy, and I love him for that.

Party on, Wayne. Party on, Garth.

This movie is tubular beyond epic, man.

But seriously-- it is.

A day to myself. It was beautiful.

I did a personal little photo shoot, laundry and read the new Relevant magazine.

Here are just a few of the pictures I took today:

Ode To Hunter S. Thompson

Resistol Shirt, Goodwill glasses, Cyanide coffee cup

Australia University hooded beach cover up, long pearls, red and white striped shorts, aviators

Close up of above look

Owl tank top, pink target shorts, scarf with vignettes of women, Forever 21 purse

Enjoy. :-)

Had the craziest/best dream ever last night:

I guess I have that internship opportunity with the RS on my brain because I was working there. And Annie Leibovitz walked into one of the editor's office and saw me. They invited me in to talk. I was star-struck but cool. She wanted to take MY picture. A photoshoot with one of the greatest photographers of all time? You're joking, right? So that was it.

She sent a Lincoln over to my flat not far from the office later that evening, and she took my pictures at this incredible studio. It was probably one of the greatest dreams I've ever had. I do have the tendency to be psycic sometimes... Who knows? Maybe it could be real.

Oh, Jack White, when will we be married?

Recently, I have been listening to a lot of the White Stripes, especially the De Stijl album. I love the simplicity of the lyrics, and the driving beats are core-jolting. And his voice, that sweet sound, just drives me crazy... if you can't tell. So what if he's 14 years older than me? My mom and dad are 14 years apart.

I can just imagine what my mother would say if I brought him, or someone like him, home.

This is how it would go:

Me: Mom, this is so-and-so.

Mom: Honey, are you on drugs?

I would then proceed to tell her that love has no style, no look, and that he treats me well...blah blah blah... Because he would. Jack White would be good to me; he's already been so good to me through his music.

So, Jack, if you're out there, Kat from Texas is calling. She wants her heart back.

Still haven't heard from the Rolling Stone about that internship. Maybe I was too excited, told everyone about it, and jinxed myself. That is very, very possible. I feel like I am good enough to work there. I know I am good enough to work there. I would love to write feature stories for the magazine. Man, that'd be awesome.

I love writing features. I like to share another person's story with the world. Those with the story hold a certain trust to those that write the stories. We must do them justice by portraying it as best we can. There will always be something to improve upon. There will always be things to add or take away. But to be there in the end, having breathed life into this story laying on the printer, is so rewarding. If it's well-written, you know you have served them.

It's a dashiki kinda day.

Love this look. Target shorts, vintage dashiki, and a shoe clip (now a hair clip) from the 1920s.

And of course, my Epiphone Dove, currently collecting dust, and the Beatles are a frequent site in my room.

Tattoo

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

JACK LONDON, 1883

Since I was about 17, I've been dying for a tattoo. However, my mother (who made me take out my RIDICULOUSLY cute nose ring out when she saw it) would kill me. I've figured out exactly what I want though-- a peacock feather. The symbol of beauty, vanity, immortality and glory. Peacocks are the patron bird of the Greek goddess Hera, who placed eyes on their feathers to ward off omens and to show the peacock's wisdom. Fitting, huh? I will probably get it on the arch of my foot, if I ever get one. But I sketched one out on my wrist today, and it looks really cool there. I'll probably wuss out though... Needles are not my friends.

Currently Listening to: Money, covered by the Flaming Lips ft. Henry Rollins

Love the original Pink Floyd, but I'm really starting to get into this version.

Lots of rain in Lubbock this weekend. I needed a paddle so I could float the Mini down 4th St or University. It was ridiculousness.

I went to Estelline's show last night at the Spirit Ranch. Great as always. Check em out: myspace.com/estelline1

And there were peacocks at this place?!! They are my favorite animals, next to elephants.

so majestic.

Music

Love. Love. Love.

It's times like these, when I'm listening to my favorite albums, that I am convinced I am a child of the wrong generation. I would give up the cell phone, Facebook, everything that is connected with the current decade to live and breath the late 60s. I'm in the process of drawing up the plan for my time machine; I'll let you know when I get it done. (joke.)

Favorite Beatle? John Lennon. He is such an inspiration to me. In my junior year of high school, Imagine helped me figure out life, as corny as that sounds.

Currently listening to "Strawberry Fields Forever" from the MMT.

I miss my vinyl so much. I decided it would not be beneficial to take it up to school with me. Boy was I wrong. I will definitely be bringing it all here next time I come back to the big, bad LBK.

Most recent amazing music experience?

Sir Elton John concert.

Seven rows from the front with my dear friend, Rachel, dressed in Elton garb.

This man, who is still jumping on pianos at 63, is phenomenal in concert. His black and red tuxedo was adorned with a jeweled rocket man on the back. He wanted to be in support of Tech by wearing the colors-- how considerate.

After each song, he would stand from his bench to point and wave to the encircling audience, seemingly grateful for their support.

The show ran from 8:15 to 10:45 nonstop. His encore began with Your Song; and after much encouragement, he finished the concert with "a song he rarely plays", Circle of Life from the Lion King.

Needless to say, I was hoarse and music-high after I left the United Spirit Arena.

I shall post pictures/video when I rip it from my iPhone.

love affair.

Cheese. I have a serious obsession with the stuff. Do they have clinics for these kind of things?

But seriously. Rebecca is the best hostess ever. Study party with a poo-poo platter full of cheese, crackers, cucumbers and turkey. Wow. Great friend.

Dinner tonight was amazing. I cooked pork and asparagus stir fry (side of pickled ginger soaked in fish and soy sauce). It was good, but the pork was a bit overcooked.




Spent money on Rolling Stone and Spin today. I have decided that I want to write for a magazine. I like writing for the DT, but an internship with the RS? Dream job.
The current question is whether to do Principles of Journalism homework or read them... very tough decision.

And if anyone is wondering where the title of my blog came from, go listen to "Subterranean Homesick Blues" by Bob Dylan. One of my absolute favorites.