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Okay, update: Go here for pictures.

Second update! The boys in "Ian's Band" are in a band called Folk Implosion. They all need to drop by my house and gang bang me.

Update the third: I just realized that I called myself a lesbian when I am, in fact, no such thing. I am sometimes a lesbian, I am sometimes not. It depends on my mood.

Before I talk about the fabulousness of Laurel Canyon, I will talk about my further birthday adventures.

After I was done stuffing my face at the "You are smart, have a cookie" psychology/psychobio majors party, I went on home. On my way to the car, I saw the gayest thing ever at the Panhellenic Building: shirtless frat boys with visible abdominal muscles and biceps and so on playing on a slip and slide. I'm more familiar with the sororities, and I'm pretty sure that there are girls in only two sororities that I like. And there is also one sorority in particular that I can't stand. I fucking hate the Delta Gamma girls. Hate, hate hate them. With the frat boys, I'm not so sure. I get along with them probably because I'm a lesbian and like watching Jackass. I have a couple of frat boy friends, which I would've never, never, ne-ever, nerver, neever, nerper (okay, that's a Mr. Show bit that I find funny) thought possible in high school. I figured I would've hated Greeks and all things Greek, and that they would be Rohypnol-crazed, GBH-slinging troglodytes, but the ones I'm well-aquainted with are very cool. And are pretty much in the same fraternity. I actually think I might be friends with the guys in the reject fraternity, like in Revenge of the Nerds. I don't know.

Anyhow. After that, I came home to the smell of chocolate. My dad was baking me a cake! I didn't know! Yay! Food cooked by my dad = yum! He made the most delicious Brooklyn Blackout cake. It was quite possibly the best thing I've ever had in my mouth. Don't sexualize that. Please. But before cake, there was dinner. And again with the food cooked by dad equation. It always leads to good things, unless he's cooking smelly food, which he is wont to do. That's bad. But when he's cooking food for me, that's good. He made roasted butternut squash, saffron soup with toasted almond croutons, rosemary chicken, and ginger fruit salad. And then the Brooklyn Blackout cake. He put tempered pudding or something between the cake layers, and he made ganache icing, and he had these gorgeous leaves made out of Scharffen Berger chocolate, and oh my god, it was so good.

After that, I opened presents. I got lovely things from my family:

1 4-disc "Hillbilly Hero" Hank Williams box set imported from London.
2 Diane von Furstenburg dresses.
1 Elsa Perretti for Tiffany's Elongated Teardrop ring (it sounds expensive, but it really isn't).
1 1-year membership to The Sims Online.
1 1-year subscription to Entertainment Weekly.
1 AC/DC tee shirt.

I could segue into my little review of Laurel Canyon[/i right here, but I won't because I still have to discuss my birthday party. I wasn't aware I was having one, but I should've been suspicious when Byron told me he had to return the book I leant him on the Memphis Three, and I had to go to his apartment, and I must be getting old, because I nearly had a stroke when 7 people jumped out and shouted "SURPRISE" at me. It was nice. I received more gifts there, including:

1 hard to find, possibly out of print book on the Lindbergh baby.
1 copy of William Gibson's latest -- I started it yesterday, and I'm already on page 207.
1 book about the Chicago World's Fair Hotel Serial Killer.
1 1 year subscription to Splosh Magazine, like ha ha everyone, real funny. Like, I only wrestled in Jello a couple of times, assholes.
5 Bettie Page photographs from Movie Star News.
1 Polaroid of Beetlejuice holding a sign that says, "Happy Birthday, Laurie."
1 AC/DC "Deluxe Digipack" CD of Back in Black
1 "A Hillbilly Tribute to AC/DC" by Hayseed Dixie -- hee. I hope it's good.

Okay, dudes. That's what I got. Oh, and there was more cake. Ow.

So I saw Laurel Canyon this afternoon. It was really good. It was a departure from High Art, Lisa Cholodenko's first movie, but that's okay. I think it was just as sexy as her debut film. I don't think there has ever been a more attractive cast. The cast includes Frances McDormand, Christian Bale, Kate Beckinsale, Alessandro Nivola, and some dude who looks like Trent Reznor. I don't know his name, but he's a cute version of Trent Reznor. Oh, and it's fun! She uses an AC/DC shirt as a motif of sorts, and I don't want to spoil the movie for you, and it's neat.

Lisa was there. I've never actually seen her, but boy is she cute. She's one of those feminine looking girls who tries to look butch-esque, and it looks really hot. Short, spiky hair, clad in the same, exact outfit I wore. It was seriously freaky. She wore a black Oxford style shirt with the sleeves rolled over a wifebeater, jeans, and creepers. My friend turned to me and said, "You called each other, right?" I'm not that cool. I don't know her. But she's neat. And we're um... I think we're made for each other. Craig Wedren was there, too. He composed the original music. Sparklehorse actually played the original songs. The movie revolves around a pot-smoking music producer (Frances) and her conservative psychologist son (Bale) and his fiance (Beckinsale). So there's an indie-rock band, and all the boys in the band look like boys I know and have crushed on. And it's great music. All of it. When the soundtrack comes out, I plan on buying it. It's released on March 11, it looks like. I know Bertrand Burgalat is on it, and other bands I like, but I didn't catch them all because I was drooling at Lisa. I have pictures.

I'm going to dirty talk for a second here. Frances McDormand has the cutest little titties ever. I want to suck on her nipples. I have filthy thoughts everry now and then.

For real, I'm going to upload them this time. Along with the Carlos Saura pictures. Check back in 10-20 minutes, they are forthcoming, and I am not lying.