I Do Not Recall This.
Hey. How's it going?
Haven't composed anything here in some time . . . sorry. I've been a busy bee; even through the Summer. I'll catch y'all up to base though.
My summer was great. A lot better than last year's cause I wasn't a broke ass. I worked two jobs, but I still had time to go to concerts, parties, etc., etc.; so it was a good one. I was back in Michigan a couple of times; saw the Raconteurs in Detroit(as I'm sure you remember me talking about it three months prior), that was amazing. Meg White came on stage and stuff. I practically lost it. I was like that girl on TRL (WHICH THEY CANCELLED?!?!) when one of those Jonas Bros. sat next to her.
OK, I didn't cry. A lot. But you get the idea. Ask Ms. Armstrong when you see her.
Did I write about that already? I don't even remember . . .
Went to Lollapalooza all three days this time. That was pretty BA. Saw the Raconteurs again. Brendan had a hulk hogan 'stache kinda, which was awesome. Rage was too political. I still can't believe MGMT had that big of a crowd. Brand New is good live. Eli "Paperboy" Reed & the True Loves are AMAZING. Black Lips make-out party on stage. Stalked Danny Masterson. Thought I saw Jason Schwartzman. Almost died in the Girl Talk crowd. Kanye West really does have a huge ego. To sum it up, it was a lot of fun and I was sad it was over.
My birthday was fun. I dressed up like an indian - face paint and all.
So, as of now, I'm back in school. Still working at the library. Dyed my hair black again. Got two tattoos (One is a red and black star on my right thumb [MICHIGAN REPRESENT!] and a roman numeral 3 on the inside of my right wrist [Everything comes in threes . . . that's my reason . . . yep]), might be getting a pretty awesome internship at a certain music management company, still taking photos, I'm obsessed with raw green beans (except the sour one I ate about a half hour ago. That one was nasty).
All kinds of photos of the summer and past few weeks are on Facebook. Check 'em out.
Oh, and to make this kind of a real live journal update, I'm going to talk about the dream I had last night. Story time!
OK, so I had this dream. I was outside on some deck. It looked like the deck at my dad's house, so this was in Michigan. It was night time, and I'm just looking around outside and stuff. I look to my left out on the yard and I see this black bear with her cub walking towards the deck. Of course, I flip out and throw my bottle of water at it [which, in reality, is really dumb.] The bear is pissed, so it decides that it wants to climb on to the deck.
Now, this bear didn't walk up the stairs. It scaled the fence, like a fucking squirrel. I know bears can climb and stuff, but I found this odd.
Anyway, this bear is coming at me. I just stand there, scared as I'll ever be. This bear begins to attack me, and this is where I flip out. It's clawing at me and biting me and destroying me. It felt like I actually felt pain in my dream, and of course it hurt like hell. After about 20 seconds of me feeling this awful pain and trying to get the bear off of me, I wake up.
I don't just wake up, like my eyes open and that's it. I shot right out of my bed; kicking and acting like I was trying to get this bear off of me. I eventually realized what I was doing and stopped; looked around for a moment to make sure I was in my room; then questioned myself: "What the FUCK?! Why was I doing that?!" Then went back to bed.
I always knew I was crazy.
OK, night night for realz.
Haven't composed anything here in some time . . . sorry. I've been a busy bee; even through the Summer. I'll catch y'all up to base though.
My summer was great. A lot better than last year's cause I wasn't a broke ass. I worked two jobs, but I still had time to go to concerts, parties, etc., etc.; so it was a good one. I was back in Michigan a couple of times; saw the Raconteurs in Detroit(as I'm sure you remember me talking about it three months prior), that was amazing. Meg White came on stage and stuff. I practically lost it. I was like that girl on TRL (WHICH THEY CANCELLED?!?!) when one of those Jonas Bros. sat next to her.
OK, I didn't cry. A lot. But you get the idea. Ask Ms. Armstrong when you see her.
Did I write about that already? I don't even remember . . .
Went to Lollapalooza all three days this time. That was pretty BA. Saw the Raconteurs again. Brendan had a hulk hogan 'stache kinda, which was awesome. Rage was too political. I still can't believe MGMT had that big of a crowd. Brand New is good live. Eli "Paperboy" Reed & the True Loves are AMAZING. Black Lips make-out party on stage. Stalked Danny Masterson. Thought I saw Jason Schwartzman. Almost died in the Girl Talk crowd. Kanye West really does have a huge ego. To sum it up, it was a lot of fun and I was sad it was over.
My birthday was fun. I dressed up like an indian - face paint and all.
So, as of now, I'm back in school. Still working at the library. Dyed my hair black again. Got two tattoos (One is a red and black star on my right thumb [MICHIGAN REPRESENT!] and a roman numeral 3 on the inside of my right wrist [Everything comes in threes . . . that's my reason . . . yep]), might be getting a pretty awesome internship at a certain music management company, still taking photos, I'm obsessed with raw green beans (except the sour one I ate about a half hour ago. That one was nasty).
All kinds of photos of the summer and past few weeks are on Facebook. Check 'em out.
Oh, and to make this kind of a real live journal update, I'm going to talk about the dream I had last night. Story time!
OK, so I had this dream. I was outside on some deck. It looked like the deck at my dad's house, so this was in Michigan. It was night time, and I'm just looking around outside and stuff. I look to my left out on the yard and I see this black bear with her cub walking towards the deck. Of course, I flip out and throw my bottle of water at it [which, in reality, is really dumb.] The bear is pissed, so it decides that it wants to climb on to the deck.
Now, this bear didn't walk up the stairs. It scaled the fence, like a fucking squirrel. I know bears can climb and stuff, but I found this odd.
Anyway, this bear is coming at me. I just stand there, scared as I'll ever be. This bear begins to attack me, and this is where I flip out. It's clawing at me and biting me and destroying me. It felt like I actually felt pain in my dream, and of course it hurt like hell. After about 20 seconds of me feeling this awful pain and trying to get the bear off of me, I wake up.
I don't just wake up, like my eyes open and that's it. I shot right out of my bed; kicking and acting like I was trying to get this bear off of me. I eventually realized what I was doing and stopped; looked around for a moment to make sure I was in my room; then questioned myself: "What the FUCK?! Why was I doing that?!" Then went back to bed.
I always knew I was crazy.
OK, night night for realz.