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.