OMG!!!!!!
There isn't a single word to describe Yellowcard. Simply AMAZING. I'm soooo happy that I went. I absolutely loved it. Here's what happened.
Sunday Morning 5:30am - I'm still awake, haven't gone to sleep yet. I'm up reading a Star Wars Novel. I'm hooked and don't really want to go to sleep. I finally persuade myself that I'm not going to be able to go to church and Yellowcard if I don't get any sleep. There's absolutely no way I'll be able to nap during the day and make it through.
Sunday Morning 8:50am - I set my alarm clock to wake me up now. I forgo my usual sunday morning shower and think about the day ahead. I know that I have to be out the door in about ten minutes if I want to get to church on time. I'm looking forward to the day with that last trace of hope, my last desperate clasp of hope on a dismal week. I'm almost curious to see how my morning will go.
Sunday Noon 11:45am - I'm sitting in Sunday school, passingly interested in the lesson. I'm more interested in falling asleep. I'm ravenously hungry, but I'm well familiar with hunger, and part of my current diet involves starving myself until I'm more in control over what I eat. I don't want to be so dependant on food that I think that it has more control over my life than anything else.
The girl sitting across from me is playing with her hair using a knife that happens to be part of the lesson. She's cute and she's earning my curiousity. I'm strangely attracted to her, mostly because she's weird and partly cause I'm looking down her blouse with a very basic desire.
Sunday Afternoon 1:00pm - We're finally sitting down to eat at Bob Evans. That includes: Marshall, Trista, Matt, Amy, Edward, and myself. I'm sitting there thinking about Yellowcard and that night. Ashley had told me that the concert at UNF had been cancelled and that they were instead playing at Plush, a local nightclub. I had asked Ashley if I could go with her to the concert, but she had declined because she had other friends she was meeting. I did, however, buy an extra ticket off of her and now I had a way for my friend, Ryan Doyle, to go to the concert. Everything was looking pretty good and I was in better mood. I had planned on going home and taking a nap before the concert.
Sunday Afternoon 5:00pm - I hadn't really gotten much sleep between all the phone calls. Some of them were from Ryan, but most of them were from telemarketers, calling on Sunday of all times. I met up with Doyle at Domino's Pizza and soon we were in route to Plush armed with directions from my boss at the DP on San Jose store, DJ Stanford.
Sunday Afternoon 5:30pm - We're now lost, Doyle and I. We had just crossed the Matthews Bridge and we can see Alltell Stadium and the fair. We're trying to find our way back to Plush. We had seen it as we were passing and I had already called Ashley and gotten directions from here right as we were passing it. Ashley said that she would wait for us to get there. She still had Ryan's ticket and that she wouldn't go in until we got to Plush. She said that they had begun letting people in.
Sunday Evening 6:30pm - We're waiting in line outside the building. Ashley, Ryan, and myself. We're talking and joking and pretty much just waiting to be let into the building. The line is really long, but we're resigned to wait for what is likely to be an awesome concert. You can feel everyone's expectations and I'm in a good mood. I've finally reached my nirvana because I'm waiting next to Ashley. I'm finally able to hang out with her and one of my friends outside of church and I don't feel weird about it.
Sunday Evening - I can't really explain the concert too well. We're on the left side of the hall, about eye level with the bands. There were three opening acts before Yellowcard. I was pretty pumped prior to everything starting, but by the time Yellowcard was about to appear I was starting to fall asleep. I had managed to find a spot by the railing for Ashley to stand so that she could see the bands and be able to get some pictures.
Sunday Evening Yellowcard - Oh my Fucking God, Yellowcard rocks the house! I'm standing there singing at the top of my lungs all the songs that I know. I'm listening to all the other ones I don't, but I can't understand the words. Somehow I didn't care. They played my favorite song, "Life of a Salesman". I was stoked! That song always reminds me of my dad. I always get a little tear in my eye when I sing it.
After awhile they started playing "One Year, Six Months", it was in this moment that I started watching Ashley singing, and I started singing and thinking about her. I just watched her in amazement and thought of my past actions. If I could have gotten her to the front of the stage right in front of the band, I would have in that moment. I realized in that second, I was in love with her. She just looked so beautiful singing her heart out. And all the memories of our times together, although we weren't relationship together, were striking a chord in my heart. From this point on, I was the happiest I've been all week.
You see, the one thing that gets me through most of my hard moments through the week are singing to Yellowcard while thinking about her.
I just want to apologize to all my friends. I didn't mean what I said in the last entry. I really do appreciate you, and I know you're still here with me. I'm sorry if I've gotten you worried. I'm quite alright now. Thanks for showing that you care.
I got to run though, I want to go play Halo 2 at Carl's house. I need to eat also, it's been about 20 hours without any food, and I'm starving. I'll see all of you soon.
Love, Eric Baker
Sunday Morning 5:30am - I'm still awake, haven't gone to sleep yet. I'm up reading a Star Wars Novel. I'm hooked and don't really want to go to sleep. I finally persuade myself that I'm not going to be able to go to church and Yellowcard if I don't get any sleep. There's absolutely no way I'll be able to nap during the day and make it through.
Sunday Morning 8:50am - I set my alarm clock to wake me up now. I forgo my usual sunday morning shower and think about the day ahead. I know that I have to be out the door in about ten minutes if I want to get to church on time. I'm looking forward to the day with that last trace of hope, my last desperate clasp of hope on a dismal week. I'm almost curious to see how my morning will go.
Sunday Noon 11:45am - I'm sitting in Sunday school, passingly interested in the lesson. I'm more interested in falling asleep. I'm ravenously hungry, but I'm well familiar with hunger, and part of my current diet involves starving myself until I'm more in control over what I eat. I don't want to be so dependant on food that I think that it has more control over my life than anything else.
The girl sitting across from me is playing with her hair using a knife that happens to be part of the lesson. She's cute and she's earning my curiousity. I'm strangely attracted to her, mostly because she's weird and partly cause I'm looking down her blouse with a very basic desire.
Sunday Afternoon 1:00pm - We're finally sitting down to eat at Bob Evans. That includes: Marshall, Trista, Matt, Amy, Edward, and myself. I'm sitting there thinking about Yellowcard and that night. Ashley had told me that the concert at UNF had been cancelled and that they were instead playing at Plush, a local nightclub. I had asked Ashley if I could go with her to the concert, but she had declined because she had other friends she was meeting. I did, however, buy an extra ticket off of her and now I had a way for my friend, Ryan Doyle, to go to the concert. Everything was looking pretty good and I was in better mood. I had planned on going home and taking a nap before the concert.
Sunday Afternoon 5:00pm - I hadn't really gotten much sleep between all the phone calls. Some of them were from Ryan, but most of them were from telemarketers, calling on Sunday of all times. I met up with Doyle at Domino's Pizza and soon we were in route to Plush armed with directions from my boss at the DP on San Jose store, DJ Stanford.
Sunday Afternoon 5:30pm - We're now lost, Doyle and I. We had just crossed the Matthews Bridge and we can see Alltell Stadium and the fair. We're trying to find our way back to Plush. We had seen it as we were passing and I had already called Ashley and gotten directions from here right as we were passing it. Ashley said that she would wait for us to get there. She still had Ryan's ticket and that she wouldn't go in until we got to Plush. She said that they had begun letting people in.
Sunday Evening 6:30pm - We're waiting in line outside the building. Ashley, Ryan, and myself. We're talking and joking and pretty much just waiting to be let into the building. The line is really long, but we're resigned to wait for what is likely to be an awesome concert. You can feel everyone's expectations and I'm in a good mood. I've finally reached my nirvana because I'm waiting next to Ashley. I'm finally able to hang out with her and one of my friends outside of church and I don't feel weird about it.
Sunday Evening - I can't really explain the concert too well. We're on the left side of the hall, about eye level with the bands. There were three opening acts before Yellowcard. I was pretty pumped prior to everything starting, but by the time Yellowcard was about to appear I was starting to fall asleep. I had managed to find a spot by the railing for Ashley to stand so that she could see the bands and be able to get some pictures.
Sunday Evening Yellowcard - Oh my Fucking God, Yellowcard rocks the house! I'm standing there singing at the top of my lungs all the songs that I know. I'm listening to all the other ones I don't, but I can't understand the words. Somehow I didn't care. They played my favorite song, "Life of a Salesman". I was stoked! That song always reminds me of my dad. I always get a little tear in my eye when I sing it.
After awhile they started playing "One Year, Six Months", it was in this moment that I started watching Ashley singing, and I started singing and thinking about her. I just watched her in amazement and thought of my past actions. If I could have gotten her to the front of the stage right in front of the band, I would have in that moment. I realized in that second, I was in love with her. She just looked so beautiful singing her heart out. And all the memories of our times together, although we weren't relationship together, were striking a chord in my heart. From this point on, I was the happiest I've been all week.
You see, the one thing that gets me through most of my hard moments through the week are singing to Yellowcard while thinking about her.
I just want to apologize to all my friends. I didn't mean what I said in the last entry. I really do appreciate you, and I know you're still here with me. I'm sorry if I've gotten you worried. I'm quite alright now. Thanks for showing that you care.
I got to run though, I want to go play Halo 2 at Carl's house. I need to eat also, it's been about 20 hours without any food, and I'm starving. I'll see all of you soon.
Love, Eric Baker