Hey, I'm A Promoter In Training!

This weekend I made it official that I want to go into the promoting business. I will start out by being apart of street teams for bands and make my way up. I'll pass out what bands give me, but I'm looking into making my own merch for the bands if they need/want it, find a more effective way of promoting. I'm still in the process of brainstorming, but boy do I have some great ideas. I will need lots of help. Cross your fingers for me.

Late Night Thoughts

I'm basically going to tell you what I was thinking at 3am.

1. Simba's a cute lion. (I was watching Lion King)
2. Why not "willn't" instead of "won't"?
3. Do workers still pump gas for people in Portland, Oregon?
4. Why do people say "I need to get gas for my car," when it's not even gas, its OIL.
5. Are vampires humans or just in the form of humans?

Then I fell asleep.

Thoghtless Thought UPDATE

"Snoop DOGG is BLACK?!?!"

Love Stoned

So one of my favorite artists is working on a new project. Who? I'll tell you who! Shwayze, but on this project he's going by his real name, Aaron Smith. I'm really excited about it. I've heard sneak peeks of a few racks on the upcoming mixtape and from that I can guarantee you it will be GREAT. If you liked his old stuff, you'll LOVE his upcoming work. You can visit his blog at http://aaronsmithmusic.com/ and catch up on what he's up to. You can also get a free download of his new hit "Love Letter" featuring The Cataracs, another one of my favorite groups. There are also free downloads for "Can't Do It Alone" and "Pretty Girl", which are also great. So go check it out! Tell your mom, dad, grandparents, friends, go tell EVERYONE about it!

(http://aaronsmith.bandcamp.com/) <---link to free downloads

I should be getting a few things in the mail soon, to help promote Love Stoned, so if you want something or know a person who is a big fan, just ask.

1AM Adventure

Last Friday, I spent the night with Brittany. The weather was perfect that night. All the neighbors played corn hole and enjoyed each others company. We watched one of the neighbor's daughter for a while. We played music from my iPod- which according to Brittany, "....is a disappointment to anyone who may steal it."- and danced while taking pictures.

Things came to a slow, so we decided to wander around. We walked down the street to a small "cut" going from our road to the next. Brittany and I decided to go in and take pictures with her new Canon camera. I was talking to her about this page on Facebook that I liked, something about spreading your butt cheeks apart while farting so other people don't hear it. We found that hilarious and I thought I'd give it a try....why not? I mean, it was dark and everyone was sleeping, it being 1 o'clock and all, nobody would see me. So I tried it, and the page was right. No fart was heard in the process of butt cheek spreading. And to make things better, Brittany took pictures of me with my hands in my pants. Isn't that just peachy? Then I tried to climb a tree, but that didn't work out.

As we stood in the cut, a guy (who lives in one of the houses near the cut) came outside. We didn't know what to do but laugh for a number of reasons.

1. He was wearing nothing but boxers.
2. He was singing.
3. He was walking out to his car........to get his cat!
4. He was talking to the cat.
5. He didn't see us at all and we were RIGHT THERE.

He made his way back to his house, we decided that it was a good time to head back to her house. I wanted Brittany to get a shot of me in the middle of a mighty leap over a puny ditch. I jumped,she took the picture, but took it too late. I went back to the other side and tried again. JUMP, CLICK, TOO LATE. That went on for a while. I don't even think we got the shot I wanted. We walked back to the house and the neighbors were talking about "cooking sausage". We went inside and chilled for the rest of the night. And that was our 1am Adventure.

Beach Day

Everybody enjoys the beach for one reason or another. Kids like to splash in the water and build sand castles. Teenagers and young adults like to sit and tan and play volley ball or soccer with their friends, maybe even surf. Older adults, these days, seem to be like the teens or at least try. Elderly people like to read (Yes I've seen old people reading on the beach.). Whatever the case may be, we all love the beach.

I went to the beach yesterday with my best friend. And for you readers who don't know us, we are what you call "crazy", but in a fun way. Back to the beach. We walked on the boardwalk until we found our spot over in the sand. The sand was terribly hot, making it an uncomfortable, power walk. We set out the chairs and she decided it was the perfect time to go to the bathroom, which was about ten streets away. Walking to the bathroom gave us plenty of time to talk about the future. We studied the different people that passed by. There was the perfectly fit women, who was in her 5o's, with very tan skin. Then there was the guy with a saggy six-pack. As we're walking, Brittany, my friend, noticed a butt-load of seagulls, which wasn't nice for her since she's terrified of birds. They were flying in a big circle by the balconies of a hotel. It seemed that a guy was sitting on his balcony feeding the seagulls! We finally get to the bathroom and Brittany does what one does in the bathroom.

The walk back to our spot on the beach was nice. Brittany pointed out big butts and an old woman in heels. I was talking about human rights campaign shirts, when out of nowhere this guy walks by me, no more than a few inches away, and coughs like a smoker, scaring me half to death. Brittany and I laugh about it and wondered why he did that when he had all the whole boardwalk. Was it because I was talking about the Human Rights Campaign (http://hrc.com) clothing? I guess we'll never know.

We finally get back to our spot and I wanted to go in the water, so we did. We inched our way in, slowly getting used to the very cold water, which felt good on our scorched feet. The lifeguard was constantly blowing his whistle, signaling to people, telling them to come closer to shore. I told Brittany "If he doesn't stop with that whistle, I'm gonna shove it up his nose!". We stayed in water for about 30 minutes, again studying all the different people and sometimes laughing. There were the really hairy men, the guy who definitely has an accent, and the really cute babies.

By the time we decided to get out we were soaked in dirty Atlantic Ocean water. We rushed to our spot, trying to keep our time in the sand at a minimum. I sit in my chair and put a towel over me, I've tanned enough, and relax with my leopard print sunglasses on. Brittany lays out a towel and begins to tan. It's a relaxing 45 minutes, until these two guys walked by. They were both wearing nothing but skin-tight short shorts. It was the funniest thing ever and I couldn't help but laugh. Brittany started laughing, too. Another couple minutes went by after they were out of sight. That didn't last too long, they walked by again. We laughed again. We agreed it was time to get back in the water.

This time we decided to just put our feet in. I saw what I believed was a jellyfish, but Brittany insisted that it wasn't. A guy takes his boogie board and puts it over the questionable object, as if he wanted to show us what if was, so the water wouldn't carry it back out to sea. When he lifts up the board and it was identified as a jellyfish, like I said when I first saw it. After seeing that, I become paranoid about getting stung by a jellyfish. A few minutes later, another jellyfish washes up on shore and this time it's by a few little kids. A little boy, about 4 years old, went over to it and PICKED IT UP. I nearly had a heart attack. The boy was okay. Brittany tells me "It's okay the jellyfish has no tes-tentacles!" and laughs. A few feet away from us stands a young couple taking pictures. Brittany thought it'd be funny if she got in the background and "photo-bombed the pictures". And that's exactly what she did. In the first picture, she picked her nose. The couple looks at the picture and goes to take another. In the second picture, she made some weird face. The couple looks at the picture and goes to take another. This went on for a few more pictures. You could tell they noticed Brittany was in the background, because every time the went to take another picture they put their heads closer together in hopes of blocking her out of the pictures. In the last attempt to take a nice picture, Brittany does a funny pose, maybe the worst photo-bomb out of all of the. She looked at me and we both knew it was time to run.

Going back to our spot was painful. We turned our chairs around and watched a soccer game. One guy was wearing SOCKS! BLACK SOCKS to be exact. As we watched on of the guys in the skin-tight short shorts came and sat down right in the center of my point of view. I tried really hard not to laugh, but failed. Shortly after that, we headed back to the car and went home.

That's a typical day at the beach for me.

Thoughtless Thought UPDATE

"'You guys are such reefers!' 'No we're not! We don't live in the sea!'"

Thoughtless Thought UPDATE

"CORN TORTILLAS!" Oh the things that go on in my head.

Hungry Hotline

We've all seen them on TV, we either change the channel or suffer through them. I'm talking about those annoying hotline commercials. With the really skinny girls wearing unnecessary, too small, somewhat reveling clothes. I personally get irritated when these commercials come on.

One night I was with my best friend and one of the commercials came on. I watch it for a few seconds and ask, "Why aren't there any hotlines for overweight people?" It looks like media is trying to make it sound like only skinny,pretty people can have a good time while staying in. That's not right in my opinion. Overweight people deserve to have a good conversation with a complete stranger while staying in the comfort of their home too. I think they should have their very own hotline. Sure they conversations would sound like:

"What are you eating tonight?"

"I was thinking a turkey sub, bag of chips, box of chocolate, a few sodas, oh and some marshmallows." *CRUUUUNCH* eating chips

"Are those BBQ flavored Lays potato chips?"

"You bet your cherry cheesecake it is!"

...........(conversations may vary)


But that's okay. In the years these hotlines have been going on, I haven't heard of one for overweight people. That should change. I think it could work. Do you?

Questioning The Anatomy Of A Dog

Sometimes I find myself questioning the anatomy of a dog. It all started when I had a heated debate with my sister on whether dogs had one lip or if they had two. I think they have two. "You can't have just ONE LIP!" I'd argue. That's when I began to wonder about other things. I began to study my dogs from a distance. "Do dogs have chins?" "Do dogs have elbows?" "Do dogs have elbows on all four legs?" "Do dogs have foreheads?" These are all questions I've find myself asking. Everyone I ask laughs. Of course they laugh. I couldn't take someone seriously if they came up to me and asked me those questions. I'm actually looking at my dog now and I've come up with a new question. "Do dogs have fingerprints?" Well not FINGERprints. More like PAW prints. I know they have paw prints, but are they like human fingerprints. Can you find out who a dog is based on their paw prints, like detectives do to find a criminal using fingerprints? OK, probably not, but it's something to think about....kind of. I don't even know how I get started on these topics. I need a specialist in dog anatomy to come across this blog post and answer my mind boggling questions. So if there are any dog anatomy specialists out there....HELP.

Thoughtless Thought?

I have what I call "thoughtless thoughts" a lot these days. What is a thoughtless thought? It's when you aren't really thinking at all and you randomly have a thought. I honestly don't know how to explain it better than that. My first thoughtless thought was a few months ago. I was walking to the kitchen table, hot pocket in one hand, iPod touch in the other, thinking about nothing but getting to the table without falling. That's when it comes. "My husband died in a crossfire!" Where did that come from? I laugh at the thought for a while. I later told my best friend about it and she called me random, as usual. That's not the only thoughtless thought I've had. "Keep your pimp hand strong." and "They wake up at 10 am." are some examples. Weird right? That's all I can remember at the moment. Sometimes I find myself arguing with myself at the thought....its all too much. My best friend and I will sit and laugh about them and wonder where the heck it's all coming from. With my crazy imagination, I've considered the possibility of having a parasitic twin in my brain or maybe I have an alien in my brain like Stephenie Meyer's book "The Host".....fantastic book by the way. I highly doubt that's the case though. This is just one of the little weird things I go through every day.


Do you have anything like this going on? I'd like to hear about it. Leave a comment or send me an email.

First Time Blogger

To start off I think I should introduce myself. Hi, I'm Rain. I like Mexican food and watching the sun rise on the beach. OK, I think that's good for now. Being a first time blogger is kind of intimidating. I don't know what i should talk about. It's so much easier on Facebook, but now I have my very own blog and I'm lost. Do I just blog my thoughts? Promote my favorite bands? Talk about the weather? I think I'll try it all. Welcome to Everything + 1.....this shoud be good.