Documenting the succession of events leading up to another great evening.
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Ever wake up knowing, absolutely knowing, that the day you are about to have will be amazing? Well, maybe if you woke up knowing you were going to a really good show with really good people and seeing your girlfriend, you might have. And now that I'm dating Emma, and that my bed is pushed against the wall on the one side, it seems I wake up on the right side of the bed every morning (every pun that is possible is intended). I guess you could say that I woke up in a pretty good mood.
I went to the bathroom and noticed that my fair skin (fair is code for anemically pale and sickly) could use a bit of a tan. Cosmo says that Macabre White is not my color for this summer. I apply some tanning lotion and go read a book outside. Now this book, I've had for quite a long time. It's Invisible Monsters by Chuch Palahniuk. I love Chuck, I think he's such a clever and thought provoking writer, but I hate female protagonists because I'm a bit of a misogynist. About a week ago though I started reading and I've really been enjoying it. It's no Choke but it still tickles appropriately (MUCH unlike Emma).
Let's try a Palahniuk-ism.
Jump to the part where my sun bathing is welcomingly(that a word?) interrupted by a phone call from Emma; where she tells me the whole ordeal with Dave and Jen needing a PA for tonight; where I call Cody; where I get to borrow his PA then find myself driving to Emma's house with a PA in my car.
Stop at the part where Emma and I have become this juxtaposition of hotness and affection on her couch. I'll tell you, had someone told me that love was sitting on someone's couch and staring into their eyes for hours on end and feeling completely and utterly and perfectly content. I'd say, "that's pretty fuckin' gay." Had they shown me the girl in the red Locust shirt, I'd say, "She's hot!" Have you noticed my new writing style? I call it the sucky curve ball. I throw a curve ball at the audience (the batter) but it sucks and doesn't make (it across the plate)any sense. So, back to us being all awesome and making you jealous. It seems like Emma is the water to my Miracle-Gro riddled potentially fecund mind. For some reason I get so much smarter and more awesome when I'm around her.
The Converge DVD is scary and awesome at the same time. Not unlike pedophiles.
Jump to the part where McxSHMRKx comes; where we leave for the show; where we show up with the PA; where the Students Painters inform me that I'm a musical retard (guilty) and that the "PA" I brought is merely the control panel or something and I need speakers. Ever wake up one morning know that the day you're about to have is going to be amazing? Maybe if you had to find speakers, mic stands and a mic before the show started at 6pm and it was already 6:20pm then you might.
Jump to the part where Emma is on the phone with Matt begging him to use his PA; where Dave Earl is shitting his pants; where Jen is walking around in her bare feet and moping and breaking my heart; where I meet the band Two Dead Sluts, One Good Fuck for the first time and leave feeling a tad disconcerted; where Katie, McCormick, Emma and I all jump into cars and speed off to Hollidaysburg to pick up Matt "Baldwin" Gibbons.
Jump to the part where everything works out; where I get made fun of for my car for the 133465456675798789th that day; where I'm watching Your Day Strong and On the Might of Princes with Emma. Both of those bands were really good.
Take a moment to search your mind for me. Recall past events and realize that your life hasn't been that bad. In fact, it's been pretty good. I miss being able to say that.
There was a small back room, separated from the gymnasium where all the other bands were playing. In this small, dark closet of a room I lost my Two Dead Sluts virginity. The two members of the band were in there with two or three amps, one guitar, and one megaphone in which they used in place of a mic. They played for approximately 3 minutes and managed to either piss people off or scare the shit out of them. And I saw a penis. A penis with unkempt pubic hair, much unlike mine.
Dutch was heard to say these things after the aforementioned horrifying experience:
"My penis doesn't look like that, I promise." to Emma.
"I feel like I've just been fucked in the ass by a musical note."
Jump to the part where everyone is pissed off and offended or laughing really hard and feeling awesome for being part of such a trainwreck-like experience; where Chiodos Bros. come play and own, where I'm driving Emma home.
Stop at the parking lot. Climb on the hood of your car, and look into her eyes. That's forever. That's infinite. Not the stars you've been staring at for the past 18 years of your mistaken life.
Emma and I spent the next hour and a half just being together. It was . . . (once again my lackluster writing skills end there.)
Jump to the part where everything is perfect and where everything has finally started working out for me. And never stop at the part where it ends.
Ever wake up knowing, absolutely knowing, that the day you are about to have will be amazing? Well, maybe if you woke up knowing you were going to a really good show with really good people and seeing your girlfriend, you might have. And now that I'm dating Emma, and that my bed is pushed against the wall on the one side, it seems I wake up on the right side of the bed every morning (every pun that is possible is intended). I guess you could say that I woke up in a pretty good mood.
I went to the bathroom and noticed that my fair skin (fair is code for anemically pale and sickly) could use a bit of a tan. Cosmo says that Macabre White is not my color for this summer. I apply some tanning lotion and go read a book outside. Now this book, I've had for quite a long time. It's Invisible Monsters by Chuch Palahniuk. I love Chuck, I think he's such a clever and thought provoking writer, but I hate female protagonists because I'm a bit of a misogynist. About a week ago though I started reading and I've really been enjoying it. It's no Choke but it still tickles appropriately (MUCH unlike Emma).
Let's try a Palahniuk-ism.
Jump to the part where my sun bathing is welcomingly(that a word?) interrupted by a phone call from Emma; where she tells me the whole ordeal with Dave and Jen needing a PA for tonight; where I call Cody; where I get to borrow his PA then find myself driving to Emma's house with a PA in my car.
Stop at the part where Emma and I have become this juxtaposition of hotness and affection on her couch. I'll tell you, had someone told me that love was sitting on someone's couch and staring into their eyes for hours on end and feeling completely and utterly and perfectly content. I'd say, "that's pretty fuckin' gay." Had they shown me the girl in the red Locust shirt, I'd say, "She's hot!" Have you noticed my new writing style? I call it the sucky curve ball. I throw a curve ball at the audience (the batter) but it sucks and doesn't make (it across the plate)any sense. So, back to us being all awesome and making you jealous. It seems like Emma is the water to my Miracle-Gro riddled potentially fecund mind. For some reason I get so much smarter and more awesome when I'm around her.
The Converge DVD is scary and awesome at the same time. Not unlike pedophiles.
Jump to the part where McxSHMRKx comes; where we leave for the show; where we show up with the PA; where the Students Painters inform me that I'm a musical retard (guilty) and that the "PA" I brought is merely the control panel or something and I need speakers. Ever wake up one morning know that the day you're about to have is going to be amazing? Maybe if you had to find speakers, mic stands and a mic before the show started at 6pm and it was already 6:20pm then you might.
Jump to the part where Emma is on the phone with Matt begging him to use his PA; where Dave Earl is shitting his pants; where Jen is walking around in her bare feet and moping and breaking my heart; where I meet the band Two Dead Sluts, One Good Fuck for the first time and leave feeling a tad disconcerted; where Katie, McCormick, Emma and I all jump into cars and speed off to Hollidaysburg to pick up Matt "Baldwin" Gibbons.
Jump to the part where everything works out; where I get made fun of for my car for the 133465456675798789th that day; where I'm watching Your Day Strong and On the Might of Princes with Emma. Both of those bands were really good.
Take a moment to search your mind for me. Recall past events and realize that your life hasn't been that bad. In fact, it's been pretty good. I miss being able to say that.
There was a small back room, separated from the gymnasium where all the other bands were playing. In this small, dark closet of a room I lost my Two Dead Sluts virginity. The two members of the band were in there with two or three amps, one guitar, and one megaphone in which they used in place of a mic. They played for approximately 3 minutes and managed to either piss people off or scare the shit out of them. And I saw a penis. A penis with unkempt pubic hair, much unlike mine.
Dutch was heard to say these things after the aforementioned horrifying experience:
"My penis doesn't look like that, I promise." to Emma.
"I feel like I've just been fucked in the ass by a musical note."
Jump to the part where everyone is pissed off and offended or laughing really hard and feeling awesome for being part of such a trainwreck-like experience; where Chiodos Bros. come play and own, where I'm driving Emma home.
Stop at the parking lot. Climb on the hood of your car, and look into her eyes. That's forever. That's infinite. Not the stars you've been staring at for the past 18 years of your mistaken life.
Emma and I spent the next hour and a half just being together. It was . . . (once again my lackluster writing skills end there.)
Jump to the part where everything is perfect and where everything has finally started working out for me. And never stop at the part where it ends.