See my life as a comic,
Having returned from an Opeth concert, I have survived a mosh pit. -lol- It was wyked. The music was still amazing when I was able to concentrate on not getting clubbed in the head. Luckily I had a friend's buddy help me out from getting crushed. I was flunged to the ground and broke one of my rings, plastic it would seem. Now, I'm not a big girl but I was still able to push back, actually surprising them. Gods it was sweaty, loud and it was still an awesome time. Except for that friggin' girl that was grinding on me, couldn't really tell within the pit but they told me this, to which I glared at her, and Pat's friend was able to push her away for the next round of songs. One guy seemed a bit too mosh pit crazy and actually did this weird crazy man yell/growl at me, to which I did right back, but I think that just provoked him more until Erik pushed him away and I think I did managed to hit him in the face with my elbow when he came back, the crazy guy, not Erik. So he disappeared after that, and his face was down as he left, making me think that I have. My elbow still hurts, more or less if I hit it or lift heavy things, I think I bruised the bone. A bruise on the other which is now faded and I could lift my arms now -lol- My tailbone still hurts from being flung back. But it was so worth the 30$
The first band sucked ass, can't remember the name all that much and who cares. The second one was wyked funny and great. The drummer/keyboard was amazing, even with the hilarious drum off between the second drummer and himself; up to the point of taking m shakers to which the other drummer just gave up with a shake of his head. -lol- Luckily I took the day after off, because we arrived back home at 5:30am and if I did, I would have called in sick cause I hurt. -lol-
Damn you Dream Theatre for cancelling. :shakefist:
So now back home and back to work, which I'm not happy about because of the upcoming movies and the new people that they are placing us with for these blockbusters or what they're supposed to be. I'm still having my bouts of insomnia and getting frustrated over my damn laptop. It's a piece of shite. So much in fact that I'm borrowing one of the roomates' computers that was stationed downstairs in the living room; luckily no one was using other than a game once in a while. The monitor takes up my desk, luckily I have a keyboard drawer...thing.
So my insomnia is going on, and I can't seem to find the energy to rewrite the dreams I've been trying to keep track. I have been writing them down on scraps of paper. And I'm also worrying about my friend Lindsay.
Last week she was having boyfriend issues, to which it got so bad that he told her to leave the house they were staying in and that they needed some time apart. After a night over and listening, they were able to have a chat to work things over. Which was some relief to me. I've only met him twice but he might be a dick for certain things but I think he actually does love her in that way and so far no bad vibe. He just needed a night away to cool off. The whole situation was blown out of proportions over bad days. But now she's having health issues and she is so wary of doctors...
I was with her to go to a specialist appointment and as a witness--she needed me for moral support--the doctor more or less turned her away because she didn't want to cooperate with her. It was horrid. If you don't use the right equipment and if it hurts so bad, you don't just turn away and say that you're in the right. SHe said that Linds wasn't having issues with her diagonostic uterus issues, but it was all in the bowels. -snorts- YOu don't bleed that much from being constipated or whatever else she was explaining. Linds knows what she has. She gave all the specific names and treatments she had in the past 2 years and again these doctors are not taking her serious, more or less telling her that the bloated belly will go away after a few nights rest. She looks like she's pregnant but Linds said that they did a test at the hostpital where she was admitted because the pain was so bad, that it was negative. After a few moments after the failed attempt to find out what's wrong because it hurt so bad and a little bit of malpractice, we were sent on our way. Linds in tears of frustration and adding to the mistrust of doctors. I asked her to go see the hospital again, try with her mother, because it might be that the doctors all think that we're trying to get drugs or soemthing. She says that her mother won't be able to go because she works the night shifts. I'm certain that if it's a serious health hazard, I'm sure her job would understand. Apparently they might have the same thing and it might help out to have I suppose, someone older looking and more of authority. I am old enough but my face still says: 18. -sighs- I had to leave her because I had to return to get ready for work and she was going to see her family doctor to which she had been trying to reach all afternoon after the clinic incident. I asked her to reconsider the hospital. THey'll give her painkillers while they get her a specialist before it gets worse. I hope it's not serious as I dread. I also told her not to wait till she collapses or rushed in an ambulance. I hope she heeds my advice. She did say that once she returns home, she's getting her boyfriend to drive her down to the hospital; which gives me a bit of relief. She had better call me tonight with news.
-sighs-
My sister and I had a hour chat about how my dad never calls us back. It was a great vent session. She is right, if you don't call him, he won't call you back. And I have stopped trying. He did call not too long after that and I did chat with him. He did ask me to call him when I returned from the Opeth concert, which I did and he called me back because I left a message. But I"m pretty much going to follow my sister's example. I know it sounds horrible but it can't always be one sided. And I didn't call my step-mother for mother's day because I hate her and I don't care. Gods if that's not immature, I don't know what is. -lol- If you read a couple of earlier posts, you'll understand why I despise that woman.
Oh and the Meat Loaf documentary and dvd concert on the theatre screen was awesome. Shut up. I like him.
So going to work in a few. Stupid sex and the city crap movie. I'm glad it's fucking 18A, so that way all these fucking prostatots can't go see them and I can stop hearing those damn nail on blackboard screeches of excitment. It's sick.
I missed Lex's (Alexander) first birthday because of work. I suck. Well work does and a double shift.
-sighs-
The first band sucked ass, can't remember the name all that much and who cares. The second one was wyked funny and great. The drummer/keyboard was amazing, even with the hilarious drum off between the second drummer and himself; up to the point of taking m shakers to which the other drummer just gave up with a shake of his head. -lol- Luckily I took the day after off, because we arrived back home at 5:30am and if I did, I would have called in sick cause I hurt. -lol-
Damn you Dream Theatre for cancelling. :shakefist:
So now back home and back to work, which I'm not happy about because of the upcoming movies and the new people that they are placing us with for these blockbusters or what they're supposed to be. I'm still having my bouts of insomnia and getting frustrated over my damn laptop. It's a piece of shite. So much in fact that I'm borrowing one of the roomates' computers that was stationed downstairs in the living room; luckily no one was using other than a game once in a while. The monitor takes up my desk, luckily I have a keyboard drawer...thing.
So my insomnia is going on, and I can't seem to find the energy to rewrite the dreams I've been trying to keep track. I have been writing them down on scraps of paper. And I'm also worrying about my friend Lindsay.
Last week she was having boyfriend issues, to which it got so bad that he told her to leave the house they were staying in and that they needed some time apart. After a night over and listening, they were able to have a chat to work things over. Which was some relief to me. I've only met him twice but he might be a dick for certain things but I think he actually does love her in that way and so far no bad vibe. He just needed a night away to cool off. The whole situation was blown out of proportions over bad days. But now she's having health issues and she is so wary of doctors...
I was with her to go to a specialist appointment and as a witness--she needed me for moral support--the doctor more or less turned her away because she didn't want to cooperate with her. It was horrid. If you don't use the right equipment and if it hurts so bad, you don't just turn away and say that you're in the right. SHe said that Linds wasn't having issues with her diagonostic uterus issues, but it was all in the bowels. -snorts- YOu don't bleed that much from being constipated or whatever else she was explaining. Linds knows what she has. She gave all the specific names and treatments she had in the past 2 years and again these doctors are not taking her serious, more or less telling her that the bloated belly will go away after a few nights rest. She looks like she's pregnant but Linds said that they did a test at the hostpital where she was admitted because the pain was so bad, that it was negative. After a few moments after the failed attempt to find out what's wrong because it hurt so bad and a little bit of malpractice, we were sent on our way. Linds in tears of frustration and adding to the mistrust of doctors. I asked her to go see the hospital again, try with her mother, because it might be that the doctors all think that we're trying to get drugs or soemthing. She says that her mother won't be able to go because she works the night shifts. I'm certain that if it's a serious health hazard, I'm sure her job would understand. Apparently they might have the same thing and it might help out to have I suppose, someone older looking and more of authority. I am old enough but my face still says: 18. -sighs- I had to leave her because I had to return to get ready for work and she was going to see her family doctor to which she had been trying to reach all afternoon after the clinic incident. I asked her to reconsider the hospital. THey'll give her painkillers while they get her a specialist before it gets worse. I hope it's not serious as I dread. I also told her not to wait till she collapses or rushed in an ambulance. I hope she heeds my advice. She did say that once she returns home, she's getting her boyfriend to drive her down to the hospital; which gives me a bit of relief. She had better call me tonight with news.
-sighs-
My sister and I had a hour chat about how my dad never calls us back. It was a great vent session. She is right, if you don't call him, he won't call you back. And I have stopped trying. He did call not too long after that and I did chat with him. He did ask me to call him when I returned from the Opeth concert, which I did and he called me back because I left a message. But I"m pretty much going to follow my sister's example. I know it sounds horrible but it can't always be one sided. And I didn't call my step-mother for mother's day because I hate her and I don't care. Gods if that's not immature, I don't know what is. -lol- If you read a couple of earlier posts, you'll understand why I despise that woman.
Oh and the Meat Loaf documentary and dvd concert on the theatre screen was awesome. Shut up. I like him.
So going to work in a few. Stupid sex and the city crap movie. I'm glad it's fucking 18A, so that way all these fucking prostatots can't go see them and I can stop hearing those damn nail on blackboard screeches of excitment. It's sick.
I missed Lex's (Alexander) first birthday because of work. I suck. Well work does and a double shift.
-sighs-