You and I have much catching to do!
I miss your cool, gentle touch. Blowing sweet nothings into my ear and giving me fresh kisses. I long to take an extended stroll with you. Just to get lost in you and feel free again.
You make me feel ok. You wash away every thing that troubles me and you make me brand new. I have missed being comforted by you. I rarely get to see you except on the occasional visit you have with Thunder and Lightning, whom you know I dislike! Or you come out when I am simply not available. Have I done something to offend you?
Do you remember when we danced? I remember when you came to visit me on my way home from school. It was the last day of the quarter and to be quite honest, I was feeling pretty low. But, you came full swing and rinsed away my apprehensions. You were there for me when I needed you in Oklahoma and I thank you for that.
I finally got to have a small visit with you today. Though, our visit was entirely way too short. I can still smell you on my clothes and I do hope you stick around for a while. I need some cleansing from you. I miss you my friend. May we twirl or have a long walk together.
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Thanks riceflour for the inspiration to write this.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
I Fainted...
What a couple of days can do to a person.
Monday I started to feel stomach cramps and I noticed that I had the liquid poo syndrome, also known as Diarrhea. So, I ate a banana and took some Immodium.
After my baby cousins left I was now stuck lying on the couch because of the pain I was having in my stomach. I was watching the Santa Claus with my mother when I feel the sudden urge to gag. Gagging turned into vomiting and I threw up all of the contents that I had that day. Water and a banana, probably some stomach acid too but it didn’t burn coming out like it usually does. My mother made me some Ginger tea and I lied there falling in and out of sleep. My sister Janice and her boyfriend bought me a 20 oz bottle of 7-Up. That helped my stomach settle much better than the tea or water I had been drinking.
I ended up spending the night on the couch and not in my comfy bed. I started my shift in watching my baby cousins. It was a typical day only my legs hurt as well as my lower back, I blame the couch, and the continued nausea. I had not eaten anything and even when I made the babies their food I still did not eat. Later that day baby Becca decided that she no longer wanted in her playpen and she put her little legs over and went face first to the tile floor below. I rushed to her and picked her screaming body up. Her mouth was covered in blood and I went to the kitchen and started to wet paper towels to wipe away the blood. My sister Connie comes out of the room and once she sees the bloods around Becca’s mouth she starts freaking out. I am trying to hold Becca and get her to bite down on the paper towel and yet still keep my sister calm.
My arm is now tired from holding little Becca and I hand her off to Connie. My head suddenly becomes light and fuzzy. I feel out of breath and I grab on to the stove to catch my breath and then everything goes black. Apparently I fell into my sister and she grabbed me and I told her, “What are you doing, I am fine?” and I remember her saying something like “No you’re not!” and then, this is the fall I remember, I fell on my ass on the tile floor in the kitchen taking down my sister as she is hold poor baby Becca. At this point there is no claming down my sister and she is screaming bloody murder for my sister Janice to come out of the shower and to help her out. Now, I feel fine and I want to get up but Connie insists that I stay seated and she rushes to the bathroom with Becca in her arms and bangs on the door continuously screaming, “Janice get out here now! This is serious!” Once she and Janice have their share of words she comes back and gives me a piece of bread and a bottle of water. She calls our aunt and tries to get advice as to what to do next. She felt I was fine to get up and go to the couch she insisted I at least put one arm around her as I get moved back to the dreaded couch. Once my sister Janice gets out of the bathroom she insists I have to eat something and makes me soup. Her boyfriend comes and gets me another 20oz of 7-Up.
My aunt comes over and has a look at me and she says I looked fine but if I fainted again to see the doctor. Even if I faint a week later, and that she thinks the main reason why I fainted was cause of the stress of Becca screaming in my ear and seeing the blood. She explained to me what causes people to faint and things of that nature. Needless to say my family made sure I ate that day.
Then comes today, I decided that last night I would sleep in my own bed and not on that damned couch. Only to wake at 4am coughing my brains out because I was congested in my chest once more. Not only was I waking up Connie, but also my stomach was not getting upset so I decide to move back to the couch. My mother thinks I have developed an allergy to Connie’s cat. She suggests I try one more night on the couch. All day my stomach felt tight but I made sure to eat something and my sisters made sure I ate as well. Now, this evening my throat is really bugging me and my voice is scratchy. So Janice made me some tea. This is what being sick has caused me over the course of three days. If it’s not one thing it is another.
So, that is the reason why I haven’t been writing lately and once I get the time to not be sick I will continue with my little vampire series. Evening all!
Monday I started to feel stomach cramps and I noticed that I had the liquid poo syndrome, also known as Diarrhea. So, I ate a banana and took some Immodium.
After my baby cousins left I was now stuck lying on the couch because of the pain I was having in my stomach. I was watching the Santa Claus with my mother when I feel the sudden urge to gag. Gagging turned into vomiting and I threw up all of the contents that I had that day. Water and a banana, probably some stomach acid too but it didn’t burn coming out like it usually does. My mother made me some Ginger tea and I lied there falling in and out of sleep. My sister Janice and her boyfriend bought me a 20 oz bottle of 7-Up. That helped my stomach settle much better than the tea or water I had been drinking.
I ended up spending the night on the couch and not in my comfy bed. I started my shift in watching my baby cousins. It was a typical day only my legs hurt as well as my lower back, I blame the couch, and the continued nausea. I had not eaten anything and even when I made the babies their food I still did not eat. Later that day baby Becca decided that she no longer wanted in her playpen and she put her little legs over and went face first to the tile floor below. I rushed to her and picked her screaming body up. Her mouth was covered in blood and I went to the kitchen and started to wet paper towels to wipe away the blood. My sister Connie comes out of the room and once she sees the bloods around Becca’s mouth she starts freaking out. I am trying to hold Becca and get her to bite down on the paper towel and yet still keep my sister calm.
My arm is now tired from holding little Becca and I hand her off to Connie. My head suddenly becomes light and fuzzy. I feel out of breath and I grab on to the stove to catch my breath and then everything goes black. Apparently I fell into my sister and she grabbed me and I told her, “What are you doing, I am fine?” and I remember her saying something like “No you’re not!” and then, this is the fall I remember, I fell on my ass on the tile floor in the kitchen taking down my sister as she is hold poor baby Becca. At this point there is no claming down my sister and she is screaming bloody murder for my sister Janice to come out of the shower and to help her out. Now, I feel fine and I want to get up but Connie insists that I stay seated and she rushes to the bathroom with Becca in her arms and bangs on the door continuously screaming, “Janice get out here now! This is serious!” Once she and Janice have their share of words she comes back and gives me a piece of bread and a bottle of water. She calls our aunt and tries to get advice as to what to do next. She felt I was fine to get up and go to the couch she insisted I at least put one arm around her as I get moved back to the dreaded couch. Once my sister Janice gets out of the bathroom she insists I have to eat something and makes me soup. Her boyfriend comes and gets me another 20oz of 7-Up.
My aunt comes over and has a look at me and she says I looked fine but if I fainted again to see the doctor. Even if I faint a week later, and that she thinks the main reason why I fainted was cause of the stress of Becca screaming in my ear and seeing the blood. She explained to me what causes people to faint and things of that nature. Needless to say my family made sure I ate that day.
Then comes today, I decided that last night I would sleep in my own bed and not on that damned couch. Only to wake at 4am coughing my brains out because I was congested in my chest once more. Not only was I waking up Connie, but also my stomach was not getting upset so I decide to move back to the couch. My mother thinks I have developed an allergy to Connie’s cat. She suggests I try one more night on the couch. All day my stomach felt tight but I made sure to eat something and my sisters made sure I ate as well. Now, this evening my throat is really bugging me and my voice is scratchy. So Janice made me some tea. This is what being sick has caused me over the course of three days. If it’s not one thing it is another.
So, that is the reason why I haven’t been writing lately and once I get the time to not be sick I will continue with my little vampire series. Evening all!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Don’t Try To Fix Me I’m Not Broken
That is mostly true.
Have you ever heard a song that just brings out all kinds of emotions? Well, for me at the moment that song is Hello by the band Evanescence.
I was looking through an old hard-drive of mine and I was listening to the songs that were on there and I came across that song and it brought back a lot of memories and now it pretty much fits with my current emotions.
When I first listened to this song I was writing a feature screenplay for school. The overall tone of the story was dark and depressing and I needed some sad music to get me to that place. For me that song was one of many songs that hit the spot. It helped me accomplish my goal of writing the script. I didn’t actually have anything really to be depressed about.
Now that I am listening to the song again about two years or so later, I have something to feel depressed about. With the holidays coming up they don’t seem to be as jolly as they once were. I myself am getting tired of the rush of emotions that I go through. One moment I am fine and then the next the simple thought or memory can spark my mood to do a sudden change and then I wipe away tears. But, honestly you have you let the emotions do their things. If you try and bottle them up they will be released somehow and I really think it’s not good to hold them in. So as much as I am frustrated with them I just have to let them take their course.
There is one line in the song that I think will pretty much fit how I will be over the holidays and such. The line is “If I smile and don’t believe.” The amount of forced smiles I will be doing just describes it perfectly. I think that will be all for now. Take care people!
P.S. Chelle, I went to Disneyland on Tuesday and I told my friend about how you killed Pooh and every time we saw Pooh there we just laughed. It was one of the things that made our day so fun. Thanks for sharing that story again!
Have you ever heard a song that just brings out all kinds of emotions? Well, for me at the moment that song is Hello by the band Evanescence.
I was looking through an old hard-drive of mine and I was listening to the songs that were on there and I came across that song and it brought back a lot of memories and now it pretty much fits with my current emotions.
When I first listened to this song I was writing a feature screenplay for school. The overall tone of the story was dark and depressing and I needed some sad music to get me to that place. For me that song was one of many songs that hit the spot. It helped me accomplish my goal of writing the script. I didn’t actually have anything really to be depressed about.
Now that I am listening to the song again about two years or so later, I have something to feel depressed about. With the holidays coming up they don’t seem to be as jolly as they once were. I myself am getting tired of the rush of emotions that I go through. One moment I am fine and then the next the simple thought or memory can spark my mood to do a sudden change and then I wipe away tears. But, honestly you have you let the emotions do their things. If you try and bottle them up they will be released somehow and I really think it’s not good to hold them in. So as much as I am frustrated with them I just have to let them take their course.
There is one line in the song that I think will pretty much fit how I will be over the holidays and such. The line is “If I smile and don’t believe.” The amount of forced smiles I will be doing just describes it perfectly. I think that will be all for now. Take care people!
P.S. Chelle, I went to Disneyland on Tuesday and I told my friend about how you killed Pooh and every time we saw Pooh there we just laughed. It was one of the things that made our day so fun. Thanks for sharing that story again!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Words From A Writer
What I seem to have taken for granted.
Yesterday when I started talking to that writer on the train he asked my mother and I what we did, meaning profession. I of course said, “Aspiring screenwriter.” with a smile. He smiled and said “Good luck! Just keep working at it. Never give up.” He spoke to my mom about her job at the county and when he found out that she was my mother the tone changed a little. He said, “That’s good you support her. Never stop supporting her. There are a lot of people out there that won’t support others when they say they want to be a writer. When they find out they say ‘don’t do that, you won’t go anywhere.’ So keep supporting her.” Shortly after that he found his stop and left.
Those words stuck with me. I really have taken for granted that I have the amount of supporters in my life. A part of me always assumed that the people you care for most would support you in your life choices. And in reality there are a lot of people who would say otherwise. I am so unbelievably lucky that I have people that support me and I will always be forever grateful for them.
Like I said, speaking to the writer yesterday made the day worth it. Seeing that smile on his face knowing that we are out there supporting him made what they were fighting for all the more worth it. I don’t think he will ever know it but that writer did more than give me advice yesterday. I honestly he’s made me a better person and for that I thank you. May you get all that you hope for and more. I am honored to have met you.
Yesterday when I started talking to that writer on the train he asked my mother and I what we did, meaning profession. I of course said, “Aspiring screenwriter.” with a smile. He smiled and said “Good luck! Just keep working at it. Never give up.” He spoke to my mom about her job at the county and when he found out that she was my mother the tone changed a little. He said, “That’s good you support her. Never stop supporting her. There are a lot of people out there that won’t support others when they say they want to be a writer. When they find out they say ‘don’t do that, you won’t go anywhere.’ So keep supporting her.” Shortly after that he found his stop and left.
Those words stuck with me. I really have taken for granted that I have the amount of supporters in my life. A part of me always assumed that the people you care for most would support you in your life choices. And in reality there are a lot of people who would say otherwise. I am so unbelievably lucky that I have people that support me and I will always be forever grateful for them.
Like I said, speaking to the writer yesterday made the day worth it. Seeing that smile on his face knowing that we are out there supporting him made what they were fighting for all the more worth it. I don’t think he will ever know it but that writer did more than give me advice yesterday. I honestly he’s made me a better person and for that I thank you. May you get all that you hope for and more. I am honored to have met you.
Monday, November 12, 2007
My 1st Attempt To Picket
What happened on this odd day.
I woke up a tad late this morning but I still managed to wake my sister up so she can get ready for work. I had planned on leaving for the bus with my mother at about 10am. We just had to wait for my aunt’s fiancé to come and drop off my mother’s bus pass and pick up my aunt’s car keys. He came shortly before ten and we left shortly after that. Because of all the waiting busses make you do we arrived at Universal Studios around 12:30pm.
We see the picketers across the street and I hear the cars drive by honking their horns. One after the other a honk here and a honk there and a honk, honk everywhere. Normally when I hear cars honking I get the sudden burst of anger and I’d like to shout out at the top of my lung. Not today, today I got the sense of honor. They were honking for my people, they were honking for the very people I honor and respect. If a simple little honk made me feel pretty darn good, and I wasn’t even picketing yet, can you imagine how the actual picketers felt? It is a certain boost of moral and it always a joy to know that there are people out there who understand and support you and your cause.
My mother and I cross the street to the picketers and we ask how we could go about getting a sign because we were offering our services. Unfortunately all the signs were being used and there really was not much else to do. They thanked us for our support so my mother and I crossed the street again to try and figure something else. We could have just kept walking back and for across the street with the picketers, but for some reason without a sign it would have looked odd to me. The sudden wave or helplessness and being un-useful came over me and I felt just terrible for dragging my mother all the way down there when she could have been in bed resting. My mother decided we should go to city walk, eat some lunch and check back. By the time we finished lunch the shift for the picketers was coming to a close.
As we waited to cross the street I over-hear one of the picketers shout “Go Jaguars!! WOOO AHHHH!” and I smile because I know who the Jaguars are! They are a strike team that the screenwriter, John August, discussed in his blog. I suddenly felt giddy again but then as we left I still felt distressed that I couldn’t do more for them. I didn’t have enough money to buy them all food nor anything to drink. So I was basically useless.
My mother and I got on to the train and headed home. Much to our surprise one of the writer’s that was picketing stood by us. We told him that we supported him and the other writers and the smile that was on his face made the day worth it. He thanked us for our support. We discussed the strike a little and I was informed that there was going to be another rally on Hollywood Blvd next Tuesday. All the unions are supposed to meet up so hopefully this gets them the much-needed attention that they deserve. I was also informed of how to get into the WGA. For those of your writers who are curious, you have to sell one feature length script or sell three thirty-minute episodes for a TV show. One-way to help ease your way into the WGA is through a fellowship with a studio. He suggested ABC since that was how he did it back in the day. I looked up the information and when they put the application back up I will be jumping at that like Christmas in July! First I must find out if I can even still apply since the strike and all. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize my chance of joining the WGA. Sounds like a great program though and if I can get out of my “lovely” cashier job I would definitely be overjoyed! Shortly after that the writer left and I never got his name. I say thanks to you my fellow peer! Thank you for your advice and know I support you!
I woke up a tad late this morning but I still managed to wake my sister up so she can get ready for work. I had planned on leaving for the bus with my mother at about 10am. We just had to wait for my aunt’s fiancé to come and drop off my mother’s bus pass and pick up my aunt’s car keys. He came shortly before ten and we left shortly after that. Because of all the waiting busses make you do we arrived at Universal Studios around 12:30pm.
We see the picketers across the street and I hear the cars drive by honking their horns. One after the other a honk here and a honk there and a honk, honk everywhere. Normally when I hear cars honking I get the sudden burst of anger and I’d like to shout out at the top of my lung. Not today, today I got the sense of honor. They were honking for my people, they were honking for the very people I honor and respect. If a simple little honk made me feel pretty darn good, and I wasn’t even picketing yet, can you imagine how the actual picketers felt? It is a certain boost of moral and it always a joy to know that there are people out there who understand and support you and your cause.
My mother and I cross the street to the picketers and we ask how we could go about getting a sign because we were offering our services. Unfortunately all the signs were being used and there really was not much else to do. They thanked us for our support so my mother and I crossed the street again to try and figure something else. We could have just kept walking back and for across the street with the picketers, but for some reason without a sign it would have looked odd to me. The sudden wave or helplessness and being un-useful came over me and I felt just terrible for dragging my mother all the way down there when she could have been in bed resting. My mother decided we should go to city walk, eat some lunch and check back. By the time we finished lunch the shift for the picketers was coming to a close.
As we waited to cross the street I over-hear one of the picketers shout “Go Jaguars!! WOOO AHHHH!” and I smile because I know who the Jaguars are! They are a strike team that the screenwriter, John August, discussed in his blog. I suddenly felt giddy again but then as we left I still felt distressed that I couldn’t do more for them. I didn’t have enough money to buy them all food nor anything to drink. So I was basically useless.
My mother and I got on to the train and headed home. Much to our surprise one of the writer’s that was picketing stood by us. We told him that we supported him and the other writers and the smile that was on his face made the day worth it. He thanked us for our support. We discussed the strike a little and I was informed that there was going to be another rally on Hollywood Blvd next Tuesday. All the unions are supposed to meet up so hopefully this gets them the much-needed attention that they deserve. I was also informed of how to get into the WGA. For those of your writers who are curious, you have to sell one feature length script or sell three thirty-minute episodes for a TV show. One-way to help ease your way into the WGA is through a fellowship with a studio. He suggested ABC since that was how he did it back in the day. I looked up the information and when they put the application back up I will be jumping at that like Christmas in July! First I must find out if I can even still apply since the strike and all. I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize my chance of joining the WGA. Sounds like a great program though and if I can get out of my “lovely” cashier job I would definitely be overjoyed! Shortly after that the writer left and I never got his name. I say thanks to you my fellow peer! Thank you for your advice and know I support you!
Friday, November 9, 2007
When He Saw Her Pt. 2
Finally my continuation to the original Flash Fiction.
Ok, I have decided to keep adding to this story and I apologize to people like Lycander for taking so long to add on it to. I thought it would be interesting to keep my continuations as a 100-word limit short. I will see how it turns out. For those who would like to catch up on the original here is the link: When He Saw Her
The door explodes open as he runs out into the cold and damp alley. No recollection of what has happened prior to the discovery of his lovely corpse. The last thing he remembers his holding he beloved in his arms and smelling her sweet scent of Cherry Blossoms.
After what seems to be an eternity he finally stops running to catch his breath. Each breath he takes becomes slower and slower. Screams echoing in the distance move suddenly surrounding him. He looks around but there is nothing but darkness surrounds him at least that is until he sees those eyes.
Ok, I have decided to keep adding to this story and I apologize to people like Lycander for taking so long to add on it to. I thought it would be interesting to keep my continuations as a 100-word limit short. I will see how it turns out. For those who would like to catch up on the original here is the link: When He Saw Her
The door explodes open as he runs out into the cold and damp alley. No recollection of what has happened prior to the discovery of his lovely corpse. The last thing he remembers his holding he beloved in his arms and smelling her sweet scent of Cherry Blossoms.
After what seems to be an eternity he finally stops running to catch his breath. Each breath he takes becomes slower and slower. Screams echoing in the distance move suddenly surrounding him. He looks around but there is nothing but darkness surrounds him at least that is until he sees those eyes.
“What are you going to do for the holiday?”
I think I will go picketing.
Ever since this Writer Guild went on strike I have been paying extra attention to the news and have been looking for articles about it on the news. Why? Well, I am an aspiring screenwriter and I want to know what is going on. I have wanted to go down and picket ever since my favorite blog writing/Screenwriter, John August, invited his readers down to join him. I feel that is really important to go and show my support because those are my fellow peers and they are fighting for the rights that the current and aspiring writers should have. I know that if they get what they want it will be a better situation for me when I get out into the industry.
I baby-sit four days and week and then on my weekends I work my lovely cashier job. So I have not been able to join my fellow peers at the picket lines. It turns out that since Monday is a holiday and I will more than likely not be babysitting I will have a chance to actually go down there and show my support. I would like to extend the invitation out to all that are in the area to go down and support the writers as well. Whether it is by a honk or actually holding a sign. It would mean so much to the writers out there to know that they are supported. To read more information about the strike here is a link to John August’s blog: John August
Upcoming events for me that I am looking forward to are as listed:
- Picketing on Monday
- Disneyland on Tuesday
- Getting paid on Thursday
Take care everyone!
Ever since this Writer Guild went on strike I have been paying extra attention to the news and have been looking for articles about it on the news. Why? Well, I am an aspiring screenwriter and I want to know what is going on. I have wanted to go down and picket ever since my favorite blog writing/Screenwriter, John August, invited his readers down to join him. I feel that is really important to go and show my support because those are my fellow peers and they are fighting for the rights that the current and aspiring writers should have. I know that if they get what they want it will be a better situation for me when I get out into the industry.
I baby-sit four days and week and then on my weekends I work my lovely cashier job. So I have not been able to join my fellow peers at the picket lines. It turns out that since Monday is a holiday and I will more than likely not be babysitting I will have a chance to actually go down there and show my support. I would like to extend the invitation out to all that are in the area to go down and support the writers as well. Whether it is by a honk or actually holding a sign. It would mean so much to the writers out there to know that they are supported. To read more information about the strike here is a link to John August’s blog: John August
Upcoming events for me that I am looking forward to are as listed:
- Picketing on Monday
- Disneyland on Tuesday
- Getting paid on Thursday
Take care everyone!
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Burned Cereal and Silly Brits
My thoughts on random subjects.
I was having a discussion with my dear friend Marina about her moving to Oregon when she mentions to me that she has a friend who has burned cereal. My only thought was, “How on earth do you burn cereal?” When I asked her this she said her friend wanted his Cheerios toasted so he put a blowtorch to them. Has anyone else wanted his or her cereal toasted? I know I have not had the sudden urge to toast up my cereal. Is this a common thing that I have not discovered until now?
The next subject would be the silly laws that London has. The article can be found Here.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that these laws exist because well, doesn’t America have some outlandish laws lying around somewhere? It was humorous for me to read especially since I had just had a comment conversation with Ricey in her I Should Have Known post about the BBC America shows and such. I shall take this as a sign that the BBC wants me to watch their network again! They do miss me and I must admit I miss them as well!
Another thing that was brought up in that conversation was is it chic to be a geek? I think of myself as a geek in many ways and I feel that the best people in the world are geeks. They are lovable, funny, caring, intelligent and many other good qualities. What do you think?
As with many things I need to catch up on I am now catching up on my Chevelle fix. After seeing them twice last week I have realized how much I missed listening to their music. Just now they came up on my playlist on iTunes and now I have it set to play nothing but them. There is nothing like good music to get you in a better mood.
Chevelle is from Chicago and I say this just so I can move on to another random subject of me finding a killer deal on a roundtrip plane ticket to Chicago next August that will only cost me $47.50 or something like that if I buy it now or soon. I am considering buying my ticket early but apart of me wants to make sure my friend is in town at that time otherwise I will be staying a week at the lovely O’Hare airport. We shall see. I’ll update later on what I plan on doing for a whole week there. I guess that shall be all for tonight. I am off to drift off into Chevelle Land.
I was having a discussion with my dear friend Marina about her moving to Oregon when she mentions to me that she has a friend who has burned cereal. My only thought was, “How on earth do you burn cereal?” When I asked her this she said her friend wanted his Cheerios toasted so he put a blowtorch to them. Has anyone else wanted his or her cereal toasted? I know I have not had the sudden urge to toast up my cereal. Is this a common thing that I have not discovered until now?
The next subject would be the silly laws that London has. The article can be found Here.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that these laws exist because well, doesn’t America have some outlandish laws lying around somewhere? It was humorous for me to read especially since I had just had a comment conversation with Ricey in her I Should Have Known post about the BBC America shows and such. I shall take this as a sign that the BBC wants me to watch their network again! They do miss me and I must admit I miss them as well!
Another thing that was brought up in that conversation was is it chic to be a geek? I think of myself as a geek in many ways and I feel that the best people in the world are geeks. They are lovable, funny, caring, intelligent and many other good qualities. What do you think?
As with many things I need to catch up on I am now catching up on my Chevelle fix. After seeing them twice last week I have realized how much I missed listening to their music. Just now they came up on my playlist on iTunes and now I have it set to play nothing but them. There is nothing like good music to get you in a better mood.
Chevelle is from Chicago and I say this just so I can move on to another random subject of me finding a killer deal on a roundtrip plane ticket to Chicago next August that will only cost me $47.50 or something like that if I buy it now or soon. I am considering buying my ticket early but apart of me wants to make sure my friend is in town at that time otherwise I will be staying a week at the lovely O’Hare airport. We shall see. I’ll update later on what I plan on doing for a whole week there. I guess that shall be all for tonight. I am off to drift off into Chevelle Land.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
House of Blues on Sunset – Hollywood, Ca -- October 30th, 2007
I awoke at 7:30am to the sound of Pete screaming at me. What did he scream did you say? “So lay down, when his sight goes red again!” I sometimes wish I had a different song for an alarm. But, I have found that scares me awake just fine so I stick with it. I prepare to baby-sit my baby cousins, Noah and Becca. They have not arrived yet so I make a comfy makeshift bed on the couch. Two hours later they arrived and I watched them until about 2 pm when I went to get ready for my concert. My sister Janice watched them for me.
I took my shower and I was set to leave until I needed to wait on my other sister, Connie, to come home from school. She was going to watch the babies after I left so that Janice, Alfredo and I could make our dinner reservations at the House of Blues restaurant at 5:30pm. As soon as she arrived we all took off. I was still on a high from the night before. I couldn’t wait to get to the House of Blues.
When we finally arrive there Alfredo was getting confused as to where to park. After a short argument he finally pulled in to the House of Blues parking lot. We start to go down the hill and low and behold guess who were hanging out at the bottom of the hill. Peter and Samuel Loeffler. Now, I start freaking out in the “Oh crap. I don’t want them to think I am stalking them” way. So I tell Alfredo to back up, we also thought it was a dead-end and we went in the wrong way. But, I was reminded that Alfredo’s car does not have reverse. So we had no choice but to go straight ahead. Alfredo started to roll down his window to tell Pete something but Janice and I made him stop by repeating, “Don’t say anything! Just drive!” We pass Pete and mean while Janice is covering her face and repeatedly saying, “I don’t know you.” And I was in the back seat avoiding looking out the car window. All I could think when we passed Sam was “THANK GOD that Alfredo has tinted windows!” When we reached the end it turns out it wasn’t a dead end but it was valet parking. No sooner did we realize this did the valet guys open our doors. We all get out of the car and Janice starts to try to get Alfredo to tell the valet guys about the reverse. Alfredo almost walks off without telling them until Janice and I reminded him. He then starts to ask the guy if he could park the car in a way where he can just drive out because his car has no reverse. After that Janice and I walked a little ways away from embarrassment. Apparently the guy didn’t believe Alfredo and got in the car and tried to back up and when he wasn’t going anywhere Janice and I started to crack up. Then a small group of the valets come to push his car. One of them asked Alfredo “Dude? What happened to your reverse?” and they pushed his car right next to the venue and not too far away from where the equipment would be loaded and unloaded. It was a very nice spot.
After that little amusing ordeal, we start our walk up the hill to the restaurant when who do we see again. Sam and Pete Loeffler. I just kept thinking, “Oh great, they must think I am some psycho fan.” As we got closer Pete and I looked at each other and I got the courage to blurt out “Hey!” and I smiled and he smiles and says “HellOoOoOo.” As we passed each other there were these two 17-year-old boys looking at me like “Oh my god. She just talked to Pete Loeffler!” It was pretty funny because for the first time I wasn’t all that nervous I just acted very nonchalantly. I was proud of myself. So we make in time for our reservations and we eat our meals. Then we wait in the line for early entry and we chat with some other early entry Chevelle fans. Sam walked past us and we all just kind of glanced at him.
We are finally let in and we wait about an hour for the show to finally start. Tyler Read came on and immediately Janice and I started dancing and that got the lead singers attention. So throughout their set we got a lot of looks from him. The poor guy’s microphone holder broke on one song and he had to play the guitar with one hand and hold the microphone with the other hand. He looked at us like “What can I do?” When the song ended he proudly declared, “I’m always breaking shit.” Their set was really good and Janice and I danced their set away. Shortly before the set ended the singer had another mishap. He was rocking out with his guitar and managed to head bang his head on to the head of the other guitarists guitar. He had to back up to shake off his injury. Like a trooper he played the rest of the set.
2 Cents took the stage and immediately Alfredo took to them. He really enjoyed their music. The singer/drummer was amusing yet again but he met with some mishaps of his own. His snare drum broke and he dropped one of his drumsticks. Then after he got his replacement one he broke it on the broken snare. He replaced the snare and the stick and the show went on. I enjoyed their set more this time because I was familiar with the songs and my sister and Alfredo always make shows fun. The crowd loved them and they really amped up the crowd for Chevelle.
Chevelle takes the stage finally and that is when all hell broke loose with the crowd. The front was no longer a comfy place but it was more like a pressure cooker of some sort. Janice could no longer take it and left to somewhere more comfortable with Alfredo. I decided to tough it out. It was ok there was this drunkish guy fending off the crowd for me so I wasn’t as squished. In the middle of all that Dean managed to throw me two picks. I was very pleased with that. For those of you keeping count of the number of picks Dean gave me over the two days it is now three. Chevelle were very happy with the crowd this time because they were WAY more alive then the night before. In the middle of Forfeit Pete slipped and fell by his amp and he quickly got up to see Sam laughing at him. Chevelle played very well as usual and no words that I can say can describe just how well they were. I was pleasantly surprised to see that this time around seeing Dean has become more aggressive with his bass.
The show ends and I meet up with Janice and Alfredo and Alfredo shows me the photos he secretly took of the concert and I will try and post them up here for you. He got some videos too. Here is what I can remember of the setlist (Not in order):
Antisaint
Brainiac
Vitamin R
Comfortable Liar
The Red
SMA
Straight Jacket Fashion
Forfeit
Still Running
Saturdays
I Get It
Send The Pain Below
The Clincher
Well Enough Alone
Closure
Humanoid
Another Know It All – Extended ending is intro to Prove To You
And that is the end of my show. I hope you all enjoyed this :)
I took my shower and I was set to leave until I needed to wait on my other sister, Connie, to come home from school. She was going to watch the babies after I left so that Janice, Alfredo and I could make our dinner reservations at the House of Blues restaurant at 5:30pm. As soon as she arrived we all took off. I was still on a high from the night before. I couldn’t wait to get to the House of Blues.
When we finally arrive there Alfredo was getting confused as to where to park. After a short argument he finally pulled in to the House of Blues parking lot. We start to go down the hill and low and behold guess who were hanging out at the bottom of the hill. Peter and Samuel Loeffler. Now, I start freaking out in the “Oh crap. I don’t want them to think I am stalking them” way. So I tell Alfredo to back up, we also thought it was a dead-end and we went in the wrong way. But, I was reminded that Alfredo’s car does not have reverse. So we had no choice but to go straight ahead. Alfredo started to roll down his window to tell Pete something but Janice and I made him stop by repeating, “Don’t say anything! Just drive!” We pass Pete and mean while Janice is covering her face and repeatedly saying, “I don’t know you.” And I was in the back seat avoiding looking out the car window. All I could think when we passed Sam was “THANK GOD that Alfredo has tinted windows!” When we reached the end it turns out it wasn’t a dead end but it was valet parking. No sooner did we realize this did the valet guys open our doors. We all get out of the car and Janice starts to try to get Alfredo to tell the valet guys about the reverse. Alfredo almost walks off without telling them until Janice and I reminded him. He then starts to ask the guy if he could park the car in a way where he can just drive out because his car has no reverse. After that Janice and I walked a little ways away from embarrassment. Apparently the guy didn’t believe Alfredo and got in the car and tried to back up and when he wasn’t going anywhere Janice and I started to crack up. Then a small group of the valets come to push his car. One of them asked Alfredo “Dude? What happened to your reverse?” and they pushed his car right next to the venue and not too far away from where the equipment would be loaded and unloaded. It was a very nice spot.
After that little amusing ordeal, we start our walk up the hill to the restaurant when who do we see again. Sam and Pete Loeffler. I just kept thinking, “Oh great, they must think I am some psycho fan.” As we got closer Pete and I looked at each other and I got the courage to blurt out “Hey!” and I smiled and he smiles and says “HellOoOoOo.” As we passed each other there were these two 17-year-old boys looking at me like “Oh my god. She just talked to Pete Loeffler!” It was pretty funny because for the first time I wasn’t all that nervous I just acted very nonchalantly. I was proud of myself. So we make in time for our reservations and we eat our meals. Then we wait in the line for early entry and we chat with some other early entry Chevelle fans. Sam walked past us and we all just kind of glanced at him.
We are finally let in and we wait about an hour for the show to finally start. Tyler Read came on and immediately Janice and I started dancing and that got the lead singers attention. So throughout their set we got a lot of looks from him. The poor guy’s microphone holder broke on one song and he had to play the guitar with one hand and hold the microphone with the other hand. He looked at us like “What can I do?” When the song ended he proudly declared, “I’m always breaking shit.” Their set was really good and Janice and I danced their set away. Shortly before the set ended the singer had another mishap. He was rocking out with his guitar and managed to head bang his head on to the head of the other guitarists guitar. He had to back up to shake off his injury. Like a trooper he played the rest of the set.
2 Cents took the stage and immediately Alfredo took to them. He really enjoyed their music. The singer/drummer was amusing yet again but he met with some mishaps of his own. His snare drum broke and he dropped one of his drumsticks. Then after he got his replacement one he broke it on the broken snare. He replaced the snare and the stick and the show went on. I enjoyed their set more this time because I was familiar with the songs and my sister and Alfredo always make shows fun. The crowd loved them and they really amped up the crowd for Chevelle.
Chevelle takes the stage finally and that is when all hell broke loose with the crowd. The front was no longer a comfy place but it was more like a pressure cooker of some sort. Janice could no longer take it and left to somewhere more comfortable with Alfredo. I decided to tough it out. It was ok there was this drunkish guy fending off the crowd for me so I wasn’t as squished. In the middle of all that Dean managed to throw me two picks. I was very pleased with that. For those of you keeping count of the number of picks Dean gave me over the two days it is now three. Chevelle were very happy with the crowd this time because they were WAY more alive then the night before. In the middle of Forfeit Pete slipped and fell by his amp and he quickly got up to see Sam laughing at him. Chevelle played very well as usual and no words that I can say can describe just how well they were. I was pleasantly surprised to see that this time around seeing Dean has become more aggressive with his bass.
The show ends and I meet up with Janice and Alfredo and Alfredo shows me the photos he secretly took of the concert and I will try and post them up here for you. He got some videos too. Here is what I can remember of the setlist (Not in order):
Antisaint
Brainiac
Vitamin R
Comfortable Liar
The Red
SMA
Straight Jacket Fashion
Forfeit
Still Running
Saturdays
I Get It
Send The Pain Below
The Clincher
Well Enough Alone
Closure
Humanoid
Another Know It All – Extended ending is intro to Prove To You
And that is the end of my show. I hope you all enjoyed this :)
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