I wish I liked the beach more.

This sunshine is making me so happy, but so hot at the same time. This is the time when I need a pool or a bucket of ice to follow me wherever I go. No, a pool. A bucket of ice would just get messy. I like to go to the beach, but not like one of those bros that's always saying "yeah bra, let's go surf it up and play some volleyball." That's just annoying. But I'm not a big fan of the beach, 'cause it gets too crowded and once you get in the water, it's all over for your freshly shaved legs. The second I get goosebumps, my hairs just go "SUCKER!" and spurt up like flowers blooming in time-lapse photography. I just prefer to take naps in between towels like I did when I was six and have soothing dream waves; that comfortably warm feeling that makes me so happy.

I have got to get to Salvation Army this weekend. There's a big sale on Saturday, and since I don't have enough of an income to hit up Forever 21 on the weekends anymore, might as well resort to every hobo's dream. Katie's circus party is this weekend, too. I gotta get ahold of that tutu for my costume!

Auditions are in three weeks for You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. It's on Daddo's birthday, and I feel really bad. But, him being the humble man he is, he encouraged me to go for it. Which is why I'm trying to crack down on this diet and get down to 115 by auditions, so I can show 'em I'm little enough to be Sally Brown. That's kind of depressing.

Hope your week is going well. B.G.G.

Look into your future, honey.

July 4 - August 2. My life is now complete!

A kid walking behind me after school was singing Chocolate Rain to himself all soulfully, and I wondered if he thought he was awesome for knowing the words to that song. You go, Aretha!

In Newlife today, our speaker talked about dating and relationships. It put a lot of things into perspective. Maybe I shouldn't go around making out with everyone so I can avoid getting cold sores. Just kidding.

Members Only Night is tonight. I'm really freakin' stoked. I'm praying someone will film it and put it on the Youtube; everyone's gonna want evidence of our epic performance!

Let me know how your month is going. B.G.G.

What a month this has been...

Because I can never go to sleep before midnight anymore, I'm stuck doing this. My friend Amelia helped me realize today my blogs are too wordy, and I don't want those reading to feel that way too and think it's not worth the wait of reading. I'm not trying to sound pretentious and convince you it's sooo worth it to stick around, I just want people to hear my voice, and this is one of the best ways to communicate it. So, in the future, I'm gonna let pictures do more talking for me. It'll give me an excuse to use my camera more often.

This month has been awesome. Wanna know why? This:

Yeah, that's me. That was Sweet Jazz Night at South. Pretty awesome, except for when I forget the words. Oh, well. My grandpa told my Dad that professional singers he used to play for had to have index cards 'cause they couldn't remember the words. That makes me feel like Modonna next to the Backstreet Boys; just so much better.

I still haven't found a job yet and didn't get accepted to Islands. Ah, well. I'm waiting for an application from Elephant Bar, and if not there am gonna "shooby dooby down to Rubys" for one. This sucks. I really need to start making money, 'cause I'm tired of sucking my parents dry of all their pennies.



The family and I went to Forrest J Ackerman's memorial service over at the Egyptian last Sunday. I liked the hat I was wearing, not so much my facial expression in the picture. I kinda stuck out, mainly 'cause of the red coat. But I felt like the only original retro goer in the sea of satanic punk guys smoking their lungs out before we went inside. I fell asleep about 6 times, but I had a lot of fun and it was so inspiring to me to become an bigger monster movie fan. This is gonna make the convention even more fun in May.

That's about it. Hope your month is going well. B.G.G.