Little Girl Lost

It's suddenly got hot again and it feels gross and yucky. I had insomnia last night due to Stripey Cat howling at my hosts' bedroom door all night and visions of the scary bunny, Frank, from Donny Darko. Everyone I know has seen the movie Donny Darko and seem to like it for the most part. I seem to be the last person in my general peer group who have not seen it. So, since Nathan and Coppelia own it, I sprawled out on the futon and watched it. I liked it, but I am perplexed by the ending. To those who haven't seen it, don't worry, I couldn't give away the ending if I tried--to explain it would enttail a vague understanding, which I lack. Even so, let me go on the record about two things: one, okay, OKAY, I GIVE IN: Jake Gyllenhal is hot; two, Okay, OKAY, I GIVE IN: Drew Barrymore ain't good.

I don't know why, but I have this compulsion to like Drew Barrymore or defend her. Maybe it's her enthusiasm or her efforvescent humor. I also think that she is beautiful. Maybe it's the underdog in me, that likes the underdog in her. I mean, when I was a junior in highschool, she was on the cover of People Magazine, under the headline: Little Girl Lost. She lived a lifetime in her first 20 years than most of us would ever want to. Now, she's a Hollywood star, with her own production company. Yet, here's the thing: SHE IS NOT GOOD. I want her to be good, but she isn't and Donny Darko made me face it: I just don't believe her.

ANYWAY, in a few moments I'm off to play the Milkyway in Jamaica Plain--a club I have adored for years. They have a bar, GREAT Pizza, and BOWLING. How cool is that? Plus, all the cool punk bands I love have played there: Sleater-Kinney, Le Tigre, etc. Even though I am only an open mic feature, I still like the feeling that I will be playing a show where these very cool women have played. Also, I will see old friends.

I hope I will play myself into exhaustion, so that I sleep soundly, with no more visions of giant, scary bunnies, named Frank