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.