oo bada blah blah... aka life after concert day
ok, this also includes a little bit OF concert day. whatever. I still like my title. : )
so yesterday was... uhh... kinda interesting. actually the kinda interesting part starts the night before, when I was over at deven's and started having Cramps From Hell. no painkiller in the house. at. all. eebajoweebie!! *leah turns into ninja viking hamster and bounces off the walls, slaying all ithin her erratic path* so I was planning on taking the asu shuttle home, but then we realized oh yeah, it's friday, no bus past 6pm. yaggafragga!! yeah... I make a lot of weird emoting noises when I have cramps. it's easier than talking and sounds a lot freakier. so we go back to his apt (for humorous TMI see ljcut at bottom) and I grab my money, which I had stupidly forgotten there, and picked up nathan so he could keep deven awake on the way back. so we all pile in deven's car and stop at a gas station, where nathan pumps gas and deven and I go into the convenience store. so my radar is on now. I want painkiller and I want it NOW. the only time I haven't bought it in a "real store" (aka walgreens or walmart, etc) is in the MU union market, so I don't know where to look. I must have been a sight lunging behind displays with a hungry, crazed look upon my visage... and deven was NOT making it any better by muttering about DRUGS. so finally I am puzzled and in pain - which btw is a very interesting combination - and go to the guy behind the counter. there are two of them (no, I wasn't seeing double) and figured the cuter one would take more pity on me. I asked him for painkiller. he gestured behind himself. there... was a whole WALL... of lovelies. immediately I noticed that they didn't have my personal favorite - extra-strength Tylenol in fast-acting gelcaps. I had to get the normal extra-strength tylenol. I asked to see it, examined the strength, and slapped it down on the counter, dishing out bills like no tomorrow. RAR CRAMP-PAIN WANT DRUGS NOW!!! anyway long story short it took forty minutes to get home and the stupid things STILL had not kicked in. yes, I had eaten decently before taking them, yes I took them with water. painkillers have always taken an insane amount of time to get into my system. even the gelcaps take over 30 minutes to make a peep about killing the stupid pain. I have the worst bloodstream ever. I got home, went to bed. hurt too much to sleep, so drew a hot bath. that is my ultimate weapon and always works, as long as the water on my lower torso is HOT. the rest of me doesn't like it so much - a dip in the water leaves them lobster-red - but for some reason my uterine section says AAHHHHHH and slurps up all the heat in record time. plus our bathtub sucks for people shaped like me, not comfy at all. anyway all told it took over an hour for those damn things to start killing pain. I knew it wouldn't last long - painkillers take forever to kick in and by then they're all tired out so they don't stick around - so I thought, now or never if I want to sleep tonight - hopped out of the tub and went to bed. slept like a ROCK.
CONCERT DAY - woke up nearish the afternoon, piddled around on dear darling computer, decided that the mountain of dirty clothes was somehow cosmically screwing with my internet, decided to do laundry. plus I had literally no clean clothes, except for my million socks. so I did all my cold water wash, plus whites and delicates. SCORE! took forever cos we only have one washer; can't wait till I'm back in the dorms so I can have THREE!!! anyway I got some other stuff done, such as photoshoppng more kitties - for those who know, I GOT THE BLACK AND ORANGE ONES DONE AND THEY LOOK GREAT!! MUCH EASIER THAN I THOUGHT!! emily IMed me about going to Hairspray with people... or maybe she called... I don't remember. I think I was mostly asleep. anyway she said she would call back with the time. note: this is important.
deven picked me up at seven, also note - concert started at seven. went to 27th and indian school, looking for 2730, The Yellow Venue. didn't see anything remotely looing like anything called the yellow venue, but 2740 had a nice parking lot so we parked there and decided to walk around. turns out 2730 is a little drab building labeled FURNITURE, painted yellow. went in cos we heard the sweet strains of rock emanating from within. it was it all right - a little hole-in-the-wall furniture store, with the furniture moved out of the back right corner for a stage and room for people. it had nice carpeting. when we got there, the band that was up had like 1-2 songs left, they were pretty good and sounded like very cool people - great sense of humor. then warheart - SPECTACULAR!! josh's solo sounded like it was neutered - not as cool as it was the first time. then again I wasn't paying as much attention to the sound this time as to the style - he has some flair, but not much. maybe 4 points out of 10 for showmanship. tony's on the other hand... WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!! he was amazing, threw in playing with his tongue and behind his head... I've seen it often but it never ceases to impress the hell out of me. for the first time I actually headbanged properly. note - EXHILARATING!! I got high off being dizzy a couple times and couldn't stop laughing when deven was catching me from falling on my ass. he has some fine quick reflexes. also they took a request - I thought of yelling "PLAY ME FOXXY LADY!!" but thought better of it cos tony would probably have gotten all hissy. oh, was introduced to emily - she was standing with rachel, and she kept sneaking glances at me all night. sheesh, I wonder what she wanted - to see me sprout horns, stab tony in the heart with a crystal sword and dance lasciviously for all the guys in the room? jeez. anyway, when we got out our cell phones during a trancey part, I noticed I had a message from emily. she wanted to know if I was going to the movie. I texted back saying she never told me the time and I was already at the show. note - I had originally thought she was going to to go sometime in the afternoon, and then I would go to the show afterward, so when she didn't call I thought she was tacitly uninviting me. at some point she texted back saying she had left a message. I was like uhhh what message, I had shut down my comp at home with no IM, my phone said nothing about a missed call, and if she had called my house phone someone would have been there to give it to me, if I had not picked it up myself. anyway concert was much shorter than we thought, since evidently only two bands showed up. 0.0 but I think it was better that way because holy freakin trampling trout, it was FANTABULOUS.
and hey - HEY CHRYSTAL - yeah YOU, the everfab blue-eyed blonde - you are SO COMING TO THE NEXT ONE!! SEPTEMBER 1ST!! 2:00 PM!! 8219 W PAMELA LANE, PEORIA!!
so yeah like I said, I was spot on the headbanging that night. so spot on that it didn't feel bad till it was over, and then my neck felt like jelly, if I didn't keep my skull perched atop my spinal column, then it wobbled and fell most limply. it was fun. then it started hurting. oh yes... it started hurting. keep in mind that for the relatively short period of time that my bobby pins and hairclip actually did a damn thing, I was banging on every beat. then when it came out I had to bang every other beat so I could fling my nearly three feet of hair in a picturesque arc. it was fun. oh yes... it was fun. but then deven wanted to skip out earlier than me because he had a pounding headache... again. which is weird because the sound level was SO MUCH BETTER. it was loud, abviously, but the fabric and curtains partitioning off the furniture and the furniture itself helped absorb the raw waves, so it didn't hurt so much. anyhoo we left at like 9:00ish. the show was over, but I had wanted to hang round till the guys were done cleaning up so I could grab a chat and gush to their face, but alas it was not to be. got home at 9:25. nearly fell asleep on deven's shoulder three times while sitting on the couch hanging till ten.
then when he left I couldn't fall asleep for the life of me. my body was tired, my neck was downright cranky, the room was cool, it was dark, I had blanket and pillows... but sleep did not cometh. I went to my brother's room and watched a super-creepy two-part episode of doctor who (supercool by the way) and hilary duff's raise your voice (don't ask... mark's a fan), then went back to bed but still wasn't tired. time: about 4 am. I had to get up in 2 1/2 - 3 hours for Mass. didn't sleep at all. wasn't tired until... well... NOW.
*yay for a napnap*
at 5 am I had the sudden thought of listening to the messages on my phone, in case emily had called and my phone was just not telling me. such ended to to be the case. the sad part - she wanted to go to the 10:45 showing. I could have gone... but I'm glad I didn't because I would ahve felt awful and been like UUURRRGHAAAA... all the time.
anyway, so then I had to go to Mass, and I had this overwhelming silent request for the people in charge of music - please, for once in your miserable lives, play Gregorian chant. its immediate redeeming quality - IT ISN'T HEADBANG-ABLE. I can't describe what it's like to have a slghtly floppy head that wants to profoundly nod at all the downbeats of the Gloria...
=^.^=
TMI Time!! : ) ok so I also went back to yoink a pad from a stash I planted many months ago for emergencies just like these, but I had to wiggle around hoping there's still enough lag time left between onset of cramps and onset of bleeding to FIND the dang things. not where I left them (which I'm not surprised; I had originally left them almost right next to his bedroom door in full view of anyone who came in). not in the bathroom. not under the bathroom sink. wiggling... hoping... I was unfortunately wearing a supercute black thong with white hearts on it, and it is the pickiest thing in the WORLD when it needs to be washed, and having it soaked with blood is the LAST thing I need. so I finally found them... concealed in a plastic grocery bag stuffed into an invisible corner of his closet.
Such. A. Man.
so yesterday was... uhh... kinda interesting. actually the kinda interesting part starts the night before, when I was over at deven's and started having Cramps From Hell. no painkiller in the house. at. all. eebajoweebie!! *leah turns into ninja viking hamster and bounces off the walls, slaying all ithin her erratic path* so I was planning on taking the asu shuttle home, but then we realized oh yeah, it's friday, no bus past 6pm. yaggafragga!! yeah... I make a lot of weird emoting noises when I have cramps. it's easier than talking and sounds a lot freakier. so we go back to his apt (for humorous TMI see ljcut at bottom) and I grab my money, which I had stupidly forgotten there, and picked up nathan so he could keep deven awake on the way back. so we all pile in deven's car and stop at a gas station, where nathan pumps gas and deven and I go into the convenience store. so my radar is on now. I want painkiller and I want it NOW. the only time I haven't bought it in a "real store" (aka walgreens or walmart, etc) is in the MU union market, so I don't know where to look. I must have been a sight lunging behind displays with a hungry, crazed look upon my visage... and deven was NOT making it any better by muttering about DRUGS. so finally I am puzzled and in pain - which btw is a very interesting combination - and go to the guy behind the counter. there are two of them (no, I wasn't seeing double) and figured the cuter one would take more pity on me. I asked him for painkiller. he gestured behind himself. there... was a whole WALL... of lovelies. immediately I noticed that they didn't have my personal favorite - extra-strength Tylenol in fast-acting gelcaps. I had to get the normal extra-strength tylenol. I asked to see it, examined the strength, and slapped it down on the counter, dishing out bills like no tomorrow. RAR CRAMP-PAIN WANT DRUGS NOW!!! anyway long story short it took forty minutes to get home and the stupid things STILL had not kicked in. yes, I had eaten decently before taking them, yes I took them with water. painkillers have always taken an insane amount of time to get into my system. even the gelcaps take over 30 minutes to make a peep about killing the stupid pain. I have the worst bloodstream ever. I got home, went to bed. hurt too much to sleep, so drew a hot bath. that is my ultimate weapon and always works, as long as the water on my lower torso is HOT. the rest of me doesn't like it so much - a dip in the water leaves them lobster-red - but for some reason my uterine section says AAHHHHHH and slurps up all the heat in record time. plus our bathtub sucks for people shaped like me, not comfy at all. anyway all told it took over an hour for those damn things to start killing pain. I knew it wouldn't last long - painkillers take forever to kick in and by then they're all tired out so they don't stick around - so I thought, now or never if I want to sleep tonight - hopped out of the tub and went to bed. slept like a ROCK.
CONCERT DAY - woke up nearish the afternoon, piddled around on dear darling computer, decided that the mountain of dirty clothes was somehow cosmically screwing with my internet, decided to do laundry. plus I had literally no clean clothes, except for my million socks. so I did all my cold water wash, plus whites and delicates. SCORE! took forever cos we only have one washer; can't wait till I'm back in the dorms so I can have THREE!!! anyway I got some other stuff done, such as photoshoppng more kitties - for those who know, I GOT THE BLACK AND ORANGE ONES DONE AND THEY LOOK GREAT!! MUCH EASIER THAN I THOUGHT!! emily IMed me about going to Hairspray with people... or maybe she called... I don't remember. I think I was mostly asleep. anyway she said she would call back with the time. note: this is important.
deven picked me up at seven, also note - concert started at seven. went to 27th and indian school, looking for 2730, The Yellow Venue. didn't see anything remotely looing like anything called the yellow venue, but 2740 had a nice parking lot so we parked there and decided to walk around. turns out 2730 is a little drab building labeled FURNITURE, painted yellow. went in cos we heard the sweet strains of rock emanating from within. it was it all right - a little hole-in-the-wall furniture store, with the furniture moved out of the back right corner for a stage and room for people. it had nice carpeting. when we got there, the band that was up had like 1-2 songs left, they were pretty good and sounded like very cool people - great sense of humor. then warheart - SPECTACULAR!! josh's solo sounded like it was neutered - not as cool as it was the first time. then again I wasn't paying as much attention to the sound this time as to the style - he has some flair, but not much. maybe 4 points out of 10 for showmanship. tony's on the other hand... WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!! he was amazing, threw in playing with his tongue and behind his head... I've seen it often but it never ceases to impress the hell out of me. for the first time I actually headbanged properly. note - EXHILARATING!! I got high off being dizzy a couple times and couldn't stop laughing when deven was catching me from falling on my ass. he has some fine quick reflexes. also they took a request - I thought of yelling "PLAY ME FOXXY LADY!!" but thought better of it cos tony would probably have gotten all hissy. oh, was introduced to emily - she was standing with rachel, and she kept sneaking glances at me all night. sheesh, I wonder what she wanted - to see me sprout horns, stab tony in the heart with a crystal sword and dance lasciviously for all the guys in the room? jeez. anyway, when we got out our cell phones during a trancey part, I noticed I had a message from emily. she wanted to know if I was going to the movie. I texted back saying she never told me the time and I was already at the show. note - I had originally thought she was going to to go sometime in the afternoon, and then I would go to the show afterward, so when she didn't call I thought she was tacitly uninviting me. at some point she texted back saying she had left a message. I was like uhhh what message, I had shut down my comp at home with no IM, my phone said nothing about a missed call, and if she had called my house phone someone would have been there to give it to me, if I had not picked it up myself. anyway concert was much shorter than we thought, since evidently only two bands showed up. 0.0 but I think it was better that way because holy freakin trampling trout, it was FANTABULOUS.
and hey - HEY CHRYSTAL - yeah YOU, the everfab blue-eyed blonde - you are SO COMING TO THE NEXT ONE!! SEPTEMBER 1ST!! 2:00 PM!! 8219 W PAMELA LANE, PEORIA!!
so yeah like I said, I was spot on the headbanging that night. so spot on that it didn't feel bad till it was over, and then my neck felt like jelly, if I didn't keep my skull perched atop my spinal column, then it wobbled and fell most limply. it was fun. then it started hurting. oh yes... it started hurting. keep in mind that for the relatively short period of time that my bobby pins and hairclip actually did a damn thing, I was banging on every beat. then when it came out I had to bang every other beat so I could fling my nearly three feet of hair in a picturesque arc. it was fun. oh yes... it was fun. but then deven wanted to skip out earlier than me because he had a pounding headache... again. which is weird because the sound level was SO MUCH BETTER. it was loud, abviously, but the fabric and curtains partitioning off the furniture and the furniture itself helped absorb the raw waves, so it didn't hurt so much. anyhoo we left at like 9:00ish. the show was over, but I had wanted to hang round till the guys were done cleaning up so I could grab a chat and gush to their face, but alas it was not to be. got home at 9:25. nearly fell asleep on deven's shoulder three times while sitting on the couch hanging till ten.
then when he left I couldn't fall asleep for the life of me. my body was tired, my neck was downright cranky, the room was cool, it was dark, I had blanket and pillows... but sleep did not cometh. I went to my brother's room and watched a super-creepy two-part episode of doctor who (supercool by the way) and hilary duff's raise your voice (don't ask... mark's a fan), then went back to bed but still wasn't tired. time: about 4 am. I had to get up in 2 1/2 - 3 hours for Mass. didn't sleep at all. wasn't tired until... well... NOW.
*yay for a napnap*
at 5 am I had the sudden thought of listening to the messages on my phone, in case emily had called and my phone was just not telling me. such ended to to be the case. the sad part - she wanted to go to the 10:45 showing. I could have gone... but I'm glad I didn't because I would ahve felt awful and been like UUURRRGHAAAA... all the time.
anyway, so then I had to go to Mass, and I had this overwhelming silent request for the people in charge of music - please, for once in your miserable lives, play Gregorian chant. its immediate redeeming quality - IT ISN'T HEADBANG-ABLE. I can't describe what it's like to have a slghtly floppy head that wants to profoundly nod at all the downbeats of the Gloria...
=^.^=
TMI Time!! : ) ok so I also went back to yoink a pad from a stash I planted many months ago for emergencies just like these, but I had to wiggle around hoping there's still enough lag time left between onset of cramps and onset of bleeding to FIND the dang things. not where I left them (which I'm not surprised; I had originally left them almost right next to his bedroom door in full view of anyone who came in). not in the bathroom. not under the bathroom sink. wiggling... hoping... I was unfortunately wearing a supercute black thong with white hearts on it, and it is the pickiest thing in the WORLD when it needs to be washed, and having it soaked with blood is the LAST thing I need. so I finally found them... concealed in a plastic grocery bag stuffed into an invisible corner of his closet.
Such. A. Man.