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[02 Sep 2003|12:02am] [ mood | where is nick ] Ooops, sorry guys. I'm back, though. :D 1 comment|post comment

pass me the spoon, pass the analytical knife [16 Aug 2003|01:10pm] [ mood | working ] [ music | Jason Mraz - Too Much Food ] An update, you say? Why that is crazy talk. Why force oneself onto a computer when that same person could be with his sexy, goofy boyfriend? All right, all right, let me see what I've got in this brilliant head o'mine, besides cheats for some video games. I'm happy to say that I'm hard at work on my first solo album, its got a gospel/pop feel, which I'm sure I've mentioned before, but it bares repeating. This is a big deal for me, something new, I've always had the fellas with me, but now its one hundred percent my ideas, my input, its exciting. Its all me, me, me, me. The release date has been scheduled for some time in December, so its before Nick's second, but probably after D's work comes out. Now, I'm not expecting it to go multi-platinum, and for me to sell out giant arenas when and if I go on tour. Its just a little project for myself, really. If a couple of my good fans choose to buy it three or four times, well good for them. Hint, hint. I'm kidding, obviously. While I work, Nick's been hanging around, which I'm not complaining about. He is just very, very distracting. I mean, even now he's walking around, just being himself, and I can barely focus. I'll have to go shove him out of the room in a minute. Just a little longer, yeah. Anyway, he's a huge help for me, just knowing he's there, and he supports me makes me feel so much better about it all. Plus, he's done this before, he has to have a few tips for a solo rookie like me. So I've realized I should start heading back to the gym whenever I can. Health is a big issue for me, and I'm not exactly comfortable in my new (extra) skin. Nor am I fond of it. I'm getting back in shape, put simply. The last half a year, or something, I've not been exercising as much as I would have liked to, with the baby, and the divorce and now this album, I haven't found the time to pick up a basketball, or sit down to a healthy dinner. Mm, rabbit food. I'm running for Governor of California too. post comment

[07 Aug 2003|11:19pm] [ mood | snuggly ] I'm seriously too boring to be interviewed, so lets just avoid that, shall we? Also, Nickolas, you need to update. :-* 9 comments|post comment

[31 Jul 2003|03:08am] [ mood | happy ] [ music | Train - Get To Me ] I've been getting questioning looks from everyone I've encountered this past week or so. Now, I'm not an unhappy person, but the permanent smile on my face has been a cause for concern for some, particularly with my producer, which was weird since we've only spoke over the phone. He said something along the lines of 'Littrell, I can practically hear the smile in your voice.' And I'm guessing that's not an over-exaggeration, but I can't judge. I'm just being me. A happier me. Nick's at fault for it. I can't help but be happy when I wake up entangled with him, when I watch him sleep, when I'm with him basically, its like we're off in our own little universe. He leaves early in the morning to head off to the studio knowing that he'll have someone waiting for him when he gets home, to ask how his day was, and its the same for me. I was busy recording a demo the other day, and was told I seemed more inspired. Its easy to see the effect he has on me, obviously. I've turned into a moony, gushing mess. And I'm loving every minute of it, what can I say? I look around at what I got And without you, it ain't a lot But I got every, with you, everything 4 comments|post comment

[27 Jul 2003|01:08am] [ mood | so hot ] Every window is open in this place, and the half-dozen or so fans on make it sound like its raining outside, I wish it were so. I turned on the weather channel earlier, as I'm just that curious, ladies and gentlemen, and learned that today was one of the hottest days of the year. Well, that explains it, I'd say. All day long I've been walking around in only a pair of Nick's basketball shorts (I didn't pack my own, how smart is that?), and I've still had to fight the urge to dive into the freezer. As well as fighting the urge to throttle him every time he giggled about the how I looked in his clothes. You know you love it, Nickolas. Speaking of, having him around hasn't helped any. I think the temperature rises slightly every time he walks into the room, but maybe its just me being my corn ball self. Having Nick lean against me, and press against me, whining in my ear that he's hot is enough to make me spontaneously combust, he's testing his limits. Don't get me wrong, we haven't done anything serious yet, but if this heat doesn't hold up soon. Gah. I'll have to go shorts shopping tomorrow, since all I have in my suitcase are pair after pair of jeans, and these things keep threatening to slide off at any given moment, I think Nick's behind it. What kind of shorts don't have a drawstring? Tell me that. I plan on hanging around him for a bit, which means we'll either be in California, or Florida, and neither state has exactly parka weather. But don't get me wrong, I love the heat. During one of my make-shift lyric writing sessions today I called back to Atlanta, and caught up with Leigh. I told her about Nick and I, and how we're going to try out dating, and she seemed happy for us. Not exactly throwing confetti, but she supports us, which is all I can ask for. I heard Baylee's little giggles and some splashing, and knew they were out back by the pool. The kids already a water lover, can't get enough of it, at seven months, reminds me of someone. I'm sure the two guys in my life'll get along with each other, I just hope it doesn't scare off Nick. I mean, I can understand, but I'm not forcing anything on him. Where is Mandy Moore? I'm in a creepy old man kind of mood. 8 comments|post comment

[24 Jul 2003|01:43pm] [ mood | optimistic ] Its strange that now, when I look back on the day before, I wonder why I haven't taken the opportunity to see one of Nick's shows sooner. I had been so anxious to see how he did on his own, worried to see if he actually didn't need us when he was on stage to carry a show. You can tell right away that he is where he belongs when he gets up there, that’s his home, his element. And so when I sat in the middle of a crowd of giggling girls, immediately killing the rumors that Nick and I weren't friends anymore by screaming and fake crying when he started, I felt so proud. That was my Frack up there, kicking butt. I think I lost all hearing in one of my ears when he pointed me out, I wasn't expecting him to, but with all the noise I was making, I wasn't surprised. Its good to know that lots of the Backstreet Boys fans support Nick, as most of them knew who the hell I was. I think I screamed 'Oh Nick, play I Want It That Way!' like eight times last night, I'm distracting what can I say? It was a lot of fun. I dragged him out for slurpees at the 7/11 afterwards, and the stares we got, hilarious. 'Hey you’re that boy-band...' I'm not sure how to put it, but I think I asked Nick out last night. My words were something like 'So you wouldn't hate the idea of going on a few dates, or something?' Extremely smooth, I know. I'd like to make it clear that I haven't had a date in years, so I'm a little rusty. I just... Don't want to mess things up with him, I was so afraid that if things didn't work out, we could never be the same again. But its a risk I'm willing to take. This could be so great. Edit: Oh yeah, thank you, Janie. 4 comments|post comment

[22 Jul 2003|02:22pm] [ mood | discontent ] I hate to see a friend in pain. I've known my best friends going on ten years now, and I've grown so close to them they're like my family. And you want to protect your family, make sure no one hurts them, or they don't hurt themselves. Take when AJ went into rehab for example, I think we were all worried about him a long time before he finally decided to go. I didn't want to pressure him, back him into a corner, because he's a caged animal when he gets to be like that. He didn't realize he was already backing himself into a corner on his own, and when he finally did, the weight of the world had been lifted. When he came to us and told us he needed help, I was so proud. And I guess the thing with Nick right now, is a little different from that, but it still hurts me to know he's hurting. I want him to know he can come to me, I want to make myself be available for that. Nothing's changed, I still consider him my best friend, my Frack, and way back when, he felt he could tell me anything. And he still can. I'll be there, to listen. Baylee's crying, I had better go check up on him. 4 comments|post comment

[18 Jul 2003|08:56am] [ mood | good ] I am so boring, it is sad. The name's Brian Littrell, I'm a Backstreet Boy, I'm the "good one." I have one son, Baylee Thomas Wylee Littrell (not one laugh, you hear?), and one failed marriage, hi Leighanne. It was a mutual thing, maybe I'll go more into it at a later date, maybe, probably not, but you know. I have a screen-name, but is already posted in my userinfo, and I'm kind of lazy, so go there. Breakfast is calling. 8 comments|post comment

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