Tipi? Teepe? Teepee?

I'm in a really weird mood right now... I think it's because I feel a little stressed about the new quarter. I know there is so much work ahead of me, but I only bought two books! So behind...ahhh....

There's so much fun stuff to look forward to in the next month! How can I even begin to focus on school? This weekend is Easter which means hanging with the family! Next weekend Nicole is coming up and Adam is having his birthday part-ay! The weekend after THAT is Picnic Day which means INSANITY. And then two weekends after that is Allie's birthday party! Ah life is good but responsibilities are bad.
Last spring quarter I slacked a bit and it's looking like history is going to repeat itself. My oh my...


Look at me and my roommates... We have too much fun together!

If only I could relive last night a thousand times

I really can't get over the feeling that last night was a dream. I was at an AFI show in San Francisco alone. I was surrounded by a bunch of Despair Faction members that I recognized from the message boards or twitter....People I had known about for years, but never seen before. I didn't talk to anyone...I get shy like that. I had a jacket on, sleeves rolled up, cut off jean shorts with ripped tights under them. I was wearing the Crash Love shirt I got at the Fresno show. I cut it up so the neckline was low, and the mixture of sweat and the pulling/pushing crowed stretched it out. I had to keep pulling it up to prevent my boobs from hanging out the whole night. I was standing at the center of the stage, one person from the gate... really the perfect spot. I felt like Davey Havok was singing right to me the whole night. When he crowd walked during Coin Return, I was there holding him up. Later he front flipped over my head...WHAT. I helped push a kid over the barrier, onto stage. At times the show felt like those old punk AFI videos from 1998 I've watched a thousand times. Other times it felt like dancey liberation..whatever that means... all I know is that I felt free. The set list of a lifetime:

Medicate
Girl's Not Grey
The Leaving Song Pt. II
I Am Trying Very Hard To Be Here
Kill Caustic
End Transmission
It Was Mine
Coin Return
Beautiful Thieves
Dancing Through Sunday
Too Shy To Scream
Theory of Revolution
On The Arrow
...But Home is Nowhere
The Interview
Miss Murder
Darling, I Want To Destroy You
Love Like Winter
Silver and Cold


How am I so lucky to have experienced last night? Because it did really happen...it wasn't a dream. I have to keep telling myself that. The AFI show of my dreams really happened. One of the greatest AFI shows of all time...I was there.

If only I could relive last night a thousand times. I don't want to ever forget it.





EDIT: (4/4/10) A few nights ago I had a dream that I was at this really amazing AFI show. Usually when I wake up from dreams like that I'm crushed that it wasn't real and long to return to the dream. This time I woke up and didn't care at all, because I ACTUALLY did experience one of the greatest AFI shows of all time. I'm starting to believe it, but I still can't believe it.

Those are the experiences we really live for. I'm so lucky to have that night. It's all mine. Besides DFers I kind of know through the internet, no one I know was there that night. As selfish as it is, because I experienced that night alone I don't have to share it with anyone. I think being there alone really adds to the dream-like feeling about that night that I can't get over. Even though there are videos all over YouTube of the show, David, Gabe, or Jamie weren't there to go over the events of the night a thousand times to prove they really happened. In my every day life, in my reality, I'm the only one that was there that night. It really could have been a dream, and I wouldn't know the better.

Well if anything here's one of the only remotely decent photos I took that night (unfortunately on my phone):


Really the only proof of the reality of my perspective.

But There's Bigger Bills Than This in New York City

I just read a few amazing blog posts by this guy on a message board I frequent, and regardless of the fact that I should be finishing up my 10 page sociology of gender paper, I felt inspired by this guy's amazing words to write something a little more creative myself. I've never written as well as I want to. I'm not bad at writing...I'm an English major which means I know how to get my ideas out somewhat clearly, but it also means I know what GOOD writing looks like, and this is not it.

One of my friends just posted this on Facebook:

"Writing about music is like dancing about architecture. It's really a stupid thing to want to do." - Elvis Costello

And with that, I will now write about music.

Ok, ok Elvis Costello we can compromise. How about I write about the immense anticipation I'm feeling right now about some upcoming music consumption? Ok? Ok.




Murder City Devils anyone? Anyone?? Do you see the date on the picture above? 1996-2001, but for the past couple years MCD has been playing shows again! Tomorrow morning at 10AM I will attempt to buy pre-sale tickets for their May 7th show in San Fransisco (if I can find the time at work to sneak away to my computer and buy them).
Ok, ok I have a confession to make. By acting all stoke and such about buying tickets to a Murder City Devils concert 9 years after they broke up, I'm kind of implying that I've been waiting all this time to see them. I haven't. The truth is, I just started listening to them a little over a year ago. But since then they've become one of my favorite bands and really mean a lot to me. Weird as it is to say, ever since I started listening to them, if you asked me, "Would you rather have tickets to your first AFI show or your first MCD show, what would you choose?" I would have said, "Give me Murder City." And if you know me, you know I have serious mad love ([obsession]... no it's not an obsession it's a passion) for AFI.

I mean come on, what better picture ignites a feeling of nostalgia for something you have never experienced than this one?



And there's nothing like good old horror and gore:




Oh and did I mention their music is mind blowing? If you don't believe me check them out for yourself: www.myspace.com/murdercitydevils
They may take a little acquiring, but once you catch the taste you'll be addicted.

Post Olympic Withdrawals

Ah, tomorrow marks a week since the 2010 Winter Olympics ended, and I'm still having withdrawals! How are you all doing? I still come home from school/work wondering what Olympic event will be on that night. Last night before I went to bed I thought to myself, "remember to set your alarm for 9AM so you can wake up and watch curling! Oh wait...".

Overall though I'd say this Olympics was kind of a drag for me....
USA curling (the sport I care about the most!) can be tagged with a big old



Then the whole hockey situation...You all know what happened...no need to repeat it... but here's my favorite quote in regards to that litter situation:

"Canada: 1 win USA: 1 win. When is the gold medal championship game now?" -Rainn Wilson


I guess I'd say the greatest thing to happen during the Olympics for me was when "Cheryl Bernard" was trending on twitter:



Not only was it great publicity for curling, and it meant people care about the sport! it was also exciting because it was trending due to the fact that she missed a shot for the gold medal. Sorry Cheryl you're simply amazing, but my country was put to too much shame in this sport and your country ridiculously dominated it ... you got to give me some room for evil satisfaction in your defeat. Ok ok I really wasn't that excited about Canada's loss Cheryl Bernard deserves an IMMENSE amount of credit ... and truthfully I was very happy to see the men win gold. Kevin Martin is amazing and deserves nothing less.

Ok well I completed this blog in less time then it's taken for my vegetarian chik'n nuggets to bake so boo ya! And with that I leave you with the number 1 most played song on my iTunes: