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first and foremost i hve a massive headache.
besides that everything seems quite alright.
this past weekend helped a lot.
on friday i got paid and headed out to calle ocho with chachi. we went to freddies, i chased the ice cream man two blocks with no shoes on, we smoked a few bowls and i made my way to courts. we had a long talk but im not sure if it helped any. slept over and got deathly ill around 8 o clock am the next morning. was pretty much on my death bed with a migraine and pukage but got up because there was no fucking way in hell i was going to miss seeing ROBERT PLANT. headed out with cheynne and met up with brooke alan and mihjal at bayfront. we heard him soundchecking from the other side of the gates and i almost died. my excitement grew and grew and grew like a festering disease. i waited through patty levette? who was good and all but i really just wanted her to get the fuck off stage so alas, i could see the man who sends chills down my spine; permenately inked in his/their honor. he finally walked on stage and my heart sunk to my feet, i felt like i was twisting and turning and shooting through the sky on some type of acid based roller coaster. let me tell you this, the mans voice hasnt changed one bit. its still the same mezmorizing, explosive, chilling, soulful, delicate, massive , orgasmic voice he had during the zeppelin days. he looked so adorable, with his long blonde hair and his black button down that 30 some odd years ago would have been open and ending above his belly button. his blue jeans that would have been skin tight showing off that beautiful butt of his.never the less, it was robert plant, robert motherfucking plant, standing in front of me, prjecting sounds that could cure cancer. i was hoping and praying jimmy page woupld just s happen to show up, he did not, but the band of joy was incredible. tremendous musicians, all so talented and wonderful. blended ALMOST perfectly with Plant, of course not nearly as well as the original crew. none the less, they played about 5 or 6 led songs starting with tangerine when i almost went into cardiac arrest. thank god i didnt for the show continued with house of the holy segueing into over the hills and far away which was probably the most monumental moment of my life hands down. gallows pole, rock n roll, thank you, in the mood. ugh. there really is ust no way to explain the joy thats still filling my heart. i cant stop listening to the recordings i took, his cute little british accent saying how beautiful it is to still be performing and to have us all in such great company. his presence was so strong i felt him in my heart. i was completely hypnotized by him. sometimes id close my eyes and just pretend it was just me as the crowd, just me and him. i tried for a moment to just picture the 4 of them, bonzo, page, john paul and all. but then i realized this tour was not to re invent led zeppelin when they changed up the way a few of their original songs sounded, i came to understand that. thiswas robert plant, exerting his own new music with the sincere thought of the fan in mind that deep down he knew what we all really wanted.we wanted that patty griffin lady to shut her mouth so robert would be the only one singing, we wanted buddy waters to put down that guitar and give up that spot on stage to its rightful owner jimmy page, we wanted john paul to stand there and rip the bass, so modest yet so powerful, and we wanted john bonahms ghost to arise from the dead and pick up a pair of drum sticks and kill the fucking stage. but i utterly respect the fact they didnt completely replicate the songs. for obvious reason number one, no one could ever do it properly. and everyone knows it. regardless, it was beyond words. i know it may sound like im being a tad over dramatic i just feel very strongly about it all. i left with teary eyes, tembling hands, and a lifted soul.
i have no clue what i did on sunday.
this week is the last week of camp. tips tips tips tips tips tips wooo tips. tomorrow is pajama day (: im gonna miss those stupid little kids, i love them so much. im gonna miss my fellow counselors, jackie and jason jordan and jennifer mostly. i got a job though, from one of my kids mom. she wants to "take care of me" so by all means woman, takecare of me lol.
friday im buying my tickets to Epicenter2010 in california. i am most excited to see blink 182, among an incredible array of artists i love. im going late september with cheynne and i couldnt be fucking happier to know ill be getting a short break from this place.
about school, i just dont know if im confident enough with myself to go back with a positive attitude. for now im going to work with susana and take it day by day. school gives me the worst of anxieties and its ust something im not ready to think about right now. to each is own so leave meh alone.
this weekend im also going to sit down with tiffany, catch up, and help her plan her baby shower. im excited (:
i held a lemur today! and a honey bear! :D
& remember guys, saint peter was a rabit.
besides that everything seems quite alright.
this past weekend helped a lot.
on friday i got paid and headed out to calle ocho with chachi. we went to freddies, i chased the ice cream man two blocks with no shoes on, we smoked a few bowls and i made my way to courts. we had a long talk but im not sure if it helped any. slept over and got deathly ill around 8 o clock am the next morning. was pretty much on my death bed with a migraine and pukage but got up because there was no fucking way in hell i was going to miss seeing ROBERT PLANT. headed out with cheynne and met up with brooke alan and mihjal at bayfront. we heard him soundchecking from the other side of the gates and i almost died. my excitement grew and grew and grew like a festering disease. i waited through patty levette? who was good and all but i really just wanted her to get the fuck off stage so alas, i could see the man who sends chills down my spine; permenately inked in his/their honor. he finally walked on stage and my heart sunk to my feet, i felt like i was twisting and turning and shooting through the sky on some type of acid based roller coaster. let me tell you this, the mans voice hasnt changed one bit. its still the same mezmorizing, explosive, chilling, soulful, delicate, massive , orgasmic voice he had during the zeppelin days. he looked so adorable, with his long blonde hair and his black button down that 30 some odd years ago would have been open and ending above his belly button. his blue jeans that would have been skin tight showing off that beautiful butt of his.never the less, it was robert plant, robert motherfucking plant, standing in front of me, prjecting sounds that could cure cancer. i was hoping and praying jimmy page woupld just s happen to show up, he did not, but the band of joy was incredible. tremendous musicians, all so talented and wonderful. blended ALMOST perfectly with Plant, of course not nearly as well as the original crew. none the less, they played about 5 or 6 led songs starting with tangerine when i almost went into cardiac arrest. thank god i didnt for the show continued with house of the holy segueing into over the hills and far away which was probably the most monumental moment of my life hands down. gallows pole, rock n roll, thank you, in the mood. ugh. there really is ust no way to explain the joy thats still filling my heart. i cant stop listening to the recordings i took, his cute little british accent saying how beautiful it is to still be performing and to have us all in such great company. his presence was so strong i felt him in my heart. i was completely hypnotized by him. sometimes id close my eyes and just pretend it was just me as the crowd, just me and him. i tried for a moment to just picture the 4 of them, bonzo, page, john paul and all. but then i realized this tour was not to re invent led zeppelin when they changed up the way a few of their original songs sounded, i came to understand that. thiswas robert plant, exerting his own new music with the sincere thought of the fan in mind that deep down he knew what we all really wanted.we wanted that patty griffin lady to shut her mouth so robert would be the only one singing, we wanted buddy waters to put down that guitar and give up that spot on stage to its rightful owner jimmy page, we wanted john paul to stand there and rip the bass, so modest yet so powerful, and we wanted john bonahms ghost to arise from the dead and pick up a pair of drum sticks and kill the fucking stage. but i utterly respect the fact they didnt completely replicate the songs. for obvious reason number one, no one could ever do it properly. and everyone knows it. regardless, it was beyond words. i know it may sound like im being a tad over dramatic i just feel very strongly about it all. i left with teary eyes, tembling hands, and a lifted soul.
i have no clue what i did on sunday.
this week is the last week of camp. tips tips tips tips tips tips wooo tips. tomorrow is pajama day (: im gonna miss those stupid little kids, i love them so much. im gonna miss my fellow counselors, jackie and jason jordan and jennifer mostly. i got a job though, from one of my kids mom. she wants to "take care of me" so by all means woman, takecare of me lol.
friday im buying my tickets to Epicenter2010 in california. i am most excited to see blink 182, among an incredible array of artists i love. im going late september with cheynne and i couldnt be fucking happier to know ill be getting a short break from this place.
about school, i just dont know if im confident enough with myself to go back with a positive attitude. for now im going to work with susana and take it day by day. school gives me the worst of anxieties and its ust something im not ready to think about right now. to each is own so leave meh alone.
this weekend im also going to sit down with tiffany, catch up, and help her plan her baby shower. im excited (:
i held a lemur today! and a honey bear! :D
& remember guys, saint peter was a rabit.