Say Hello.

If I find him just to follow, would he hold me and never let me go? Would he let me borrow his old winter coat? I don't know. I don't know.

If I see her standing there alone at the train station, three stops from her home. I have half a mind to say what I'm thinking anyway. But I don't know. I don't know.

There's an airplane in the sky with a banner right behind. Loneliness is just a crime. Look each other in the eye and say hello. And say hello.

Hey there, how you doing?

Hi, my name's Mary!

Twitter Me? Twitter You? Twitter Who?

I forgot to mention I registered a Twitter account, inspired by Rilo Kiley, of course. Add me, follow me, stalk me. I dare you to.

http://twitter.com/blacklights

Why is Today Awesome?

1. At exactly 10:00 AM this morning, I purchased two orchestra general admission tickets for a concert in October. Did I mention they are tickets for my favorite band of this generation? Kings of Leon, Nokia Theater, October something or other, and with my best friend. The Stills are opening too. I must have mentioned that earlier. Yes, I am completely downplaying my excitement right now.

2. I spent half an hour with my family's new Wii Fit. I don't usually have time to exercise, even though I am always on my feet at work, so this was a nice change of pace. I'm really thinking of picking up yoga. It's unnerving to know that I have a gym membership that I don't use.

3. Bought Goodbye Lemon on Amazon last night. I'm hoping that Adam Davies lives up to the standard that I put him to after finishing The Frog King. Between school, work, family, sorority, I don't have much time to breath, let alone a novel for the hell of it. I have to say, I am glad I found the time (mostly during the drive to Vegas) to finish Davies' first novel. It's worth spending the money on. Satisfaction guaranteed.

4. I had the day off!!

That's all. Carry on, designers.

Latest Fashion Buys.

I wasn't expecting to spend any money at Forever 21 today, but that damn place just sucks you in and you cannot help but make a (pricey) purchase, especially when your account balance is low and verging on dirt poor.

But all is good in the world when I tried on this dress. The one I bought isn't even online. It's an eggplant color and it is divine. I'm not quite sure what shoes to wear it with, I'm thinking possibly the gold Steve Madden sandals (more on another deathly purchase at Steve Madden for a later date).

It's hard to say where I can actually wear this dress. Hopefully I can find the courage to walk in to work wearing it, but you never know. It's a hard day's night working and closing a clothing retail store in a dresss, I'll tell you that much.

Best Day Ever?

Just got word that the Stills are opening up for a portion of Kings Of Leon's US tour. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Viva La Evie.

Finding a book that I can sit through is a tough feat. I have standards. I demand wit, charm, and sarcasm. Must have love lost or love found or love epiphanies. It doesn't have to be entirely about love but having it as a driving force in a main character is something that catches the eye, my eye. I don't particularly enjoy romance novels, I never pick up my books in Romance, only Fiction/Literature. Though, I cannot deny my early high school/late middle school years where I had a Jane Green novel tucked away in my backpack.

Then came The Frog King. It hit all the right spots.

It took Rob Gordon to a whole new level for me. New dimensions, new girl. Pick it up and give it a chance. I'm not too sure about his other two novels, but this is definitely something good. It lasted me a whole week or so, though I finished the majority of it in two days. A well summer well spent, I'll say.

The Frog King, by Adam Davies.

"Despite her own black-widowhood, Evie has lately become much more abraded by my habitual romantic malfeasance, and much more verbal about it. She's always been talkative, but she never complained or chastised. Lately, though, she's taken to more energetic criticism. She used to say that sleeping with me -- sleeping on me, as her adorable wont -- made her feel like she was in a lifeboat. These days, her new favorite reprimand goes, it's got a problem with leaking.

She is, you'll see, a woman given to extravagant and punitive metaphor.

But -- if I don't say this now I never will -- I love her. Am I allowed to say that? Too late. It's out. I said it. There it is. Stone truth: I love her. I've never told her this, but I love her so much taht the essence of Evie clings to me the way scents of certain trades penetrate the skin of their tradesmen: fish on fishermen, sawdust on carpenters.

I'm contaminated with her."