Today we will talk about bad things.
Things that are...BAD.
I am going to make a list of some things that are bad, to warn you of them.
1. Paper Cuts.
Simply, these things SUCK. It's kind of like somebody planted a tiny little bomb in this piece of paper and the second it touched your finger, it EXPLODED. That's exactly what it's like. It's that feeling you get when you run your nails across a chalkboard or scrape a fork against a plate, that feeling that makes you wanna grind your teeth together and cringe until your neck breaks.
2. Zombies.
Zombies=Dead people that have come back to life. Nobody knows exactly how it's done. They vary between wanting flesh and brains. They don't die very easily. Sometimes you can kill them with fire, but not always. IT ALL DEPENDS ON THE KIND OF ZOMBIE. This is partially what makes them so dangerous. You can't tell what they'll do next. But it IS for sure that they'll lumber around and go "Urrrr...."
How To Fight Them: Since you don't know how to fight them, due to difference in species...RUN LIKE HELL. Got it?
3. The "We Need To Talk" Talk.
Parents, boyfriend, girlfriends, friends, teachers, and people close to you will generally say this when You Two Need To Talk. Now, this could either be dangerous or not. It depends on their tone. Listen for the tone. If the tone sounds low and ominous and doesn't change pitch much: "WE NEED TO TALK." It's probably going to be bad, or the person is just in a hurry. There is no way to combat this. You will avoid it and avoid it and avoid it as much as you can, but you won't be able to put it off forever. Just get it over with. Or go to Wal-Mart, buy lots of comfort food in case it's really bad news, and THEN get it over with.
4. Catching Your Ass On Fire.
I'm pretty sure that explains itself.
But it's not a good idea.
5. Bad Hair Days.
Pretty much the apocalypse in itself. Bad hair days are omens. They tell you that the rest of your day is going to be just as awful as your hair.
6. Having To Spell Weird Words Like "Pneumonia" And"Diarrhea" In Public.
And then your grandfather, who made you spell these words in the first place, decides it's also a good time to quiz you on whether or not you remember that tongue twister he taught you in first grade..."Theophalus Thistle, The Successful Thistle-Sifter."
Trust me.
To be continued....
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Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "Welcome, misfits, orphans all/the ones who feel they don't belong/you were made to rock/so stand up tall."
Title: Rock What You Got.
Artist: Superchick.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Bubbles Are Pretty Much Awesome.
The Mission: Get a picture of a bubble.
Once Completed, The Mission II: Get a picture of my brother looking through a bubble.
The Participants: Me, Nathan (my brother), Jenna (my sister), three bubble wands of various colors, my epically awesome Canon camera. It's my baby.
Now, first off, bubbles are COOL. You know how excited the caveman guy that discovered bubbles probably was when he was washing himself in his primitive washtub and suddenly, a primitive bubble floated out of his primitive soap, a shining, clean, rainbow swirly beacon of hope for our race! He probably rushed out of his bathtub and ran to tell all his caveman buddies, but when they went to see it, it had already popped and they were like, "Marvin, put your loincloth back on." He probably worked his caveman hiney off trying to recreate this bubble. And when he finally did, everyone agreed he was just too good for loincloths.
Of course, my camera isn't as high speed as I'd like it to be (I'm a cheap teenager without a job, okay? Cut me some slack, man), but I think I did pretty well in the art of bubble-photographing. It's totally an art, by the way. You have to be awesome and run around like a maniac after these bubbles trying to get the lens to focus on it. Ordinary people don't do that. Only those of us that are certifiably insane can truly succeed at this.
THE END PRODUCT:
BEHOLD. The first good picture of a bubble.
LOOK, IT'S POPPING ON HIS NOSE!
Well, he was really happy about SOMETHING.
TRIUMPH!
Okay. I have to do it. You don't want me to, but I have to.
Here it is:
OH. I DID IT.
So. That is our adventure in a nutshell.
Bubbles are a complete mystery to me. It's like, they're just so...bubbly. It's so crazy.
Also, if you get a chance, read Allie Brosh's latest blog. Something with the word "Alot" in the title. Not "a lot." "Alot." One word. www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com. Go there. Do it. Now.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote of Note: "When the broken-hearted people living in the world agree/there will be an answer."
Title: Let It Be.
Artist: The Beatles.
^^^Tribute to Katie Stevens. I won't explain, because I'll sound like a complete nerd who has nothing better to do than watch T.V. Google. Wink.
Once Completed, The Mission II: Get a picture of my brother looking through a bubble.
The Participants: Me, Nathan (my brother), Jenna (my sister), three bubble wands of various colors, my epically awesome Canon camera. It's my baby.
Now, first off, bubbles are COOL. You know how excited the caveman guy that discovered bubbles probably was when he was washing himself in his primitive washtub and suddenly, a primitive bubble floated out of his primitive soap, a shining, clean, rainbow swirly beacon of hope for our race! He probably rushed out of his bathtub and ran to tell all his caveman buddies, but when they went to see it, it had already popped and they were like, "Marvin, put your loincloth back on." He probably worked his caveman hiney off trying to recreate this bubble. And when he finally did, everyone agreed he was just too good for loincloths.
Of course, my camera isn't as high speed as I'd like it to be (I'm a cheap teenager without a job, okay? Cut me some slack, man), but I think I did pretty well in the art of bubble-photographing. It's totally an art, by the way. You have to be awesome and run around like a maniac after these bubbles trying to get the lens to focus on it. Ordinary people don't do that. Only those of us that are certifiably insane can truly succeed at this.
THE END PRODUCT:
BEHOLD. The first good picture of a bubble.
LOOK, IT'S POPPING ON HIS NOSE!
Well, he was really happy about SOMETHING.
TRIUMPH!
Okay. I have to do it. You don't want me to, but I have to.
Here it is:
OH. I DID IT.
So. That is our adventure in a nutshell.
Bubbles are a complete mystery to me. It's like, they're just so...bubbly. It's so crazy.
Also, if you get a chance, read Allie Brosh's latest blog. Something with the word "Alot" in the title. Not "a lot." "Alot." One word. www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com. Go there. Do it. Now.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote of Note: "When the broken-hearted people living in the world agree/there will be an answer."
Title: Let It Be.
Artist: The Beatles.
^^^Tribute to Katie Stevens. I won't explain, because I'll sound like a complete nerd who has nothing better to do than watch T.V. Google. Wink.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Houston, WE HAVE A PROBLEM.
Okay, so I have a problem.
Blogger won't let me post comments. Like, I did for a while. But now when I try to, it doesn't let me! I NEED HELP. Por favor.
Love
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Samm
Blogger won't let me post comments. Like, I did for a while. But now when I try to, it doesn't let me! I NEED HELP. Por favor.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Better Not Bare Your Buttocks To The Innocent Bystanders.
Has this week been super long? I think this week has been super long.
Just thought I'd throw that out there for your consideration.
SO. I have a story to tell you.
There we were. Me, my curly-haired best-bud Ashley (known by myself as Ashatay), and my extraordinarily tall friend Aaron's mother were all sitting in a car. Aaron's mother's car, to be exact.
There THEY were. The baseball boys. They were preparing for their game, all their cars parked in the same area, BLASTING some awful country music from their car speakers. I'm talking TWANGY country. Like, "my tractor is my only love because my girlfriend stole my car and my dog and now I'm gonna go sleep with lots of other women, that'll show her." THAT stuff. Nothing too terribly weird about it, other than the fact that they're willingly putting their ears through such torture. I'm sorry if you like country music. I'm allergic to it. It makes me break out.
That was when they started to take their pants off. Just strippin' down to their little spandex shortie thingies that they're trying to pass off as underwear. The three of us being fairly modest females, we all grimace, make an "ewh" face and look away.
BUT THEY AREN'T DONE.
Several minutes later, after they've lulled us into a false sense of security by putting their pants on, I turn around, looking for Aaron. I am met with a round, pale, shockingly hairy bare boy ass staring me in the face. YES, STARING. It was saying, "I HAVE JUST BRANDED MYSELF INTO YOUR BRAIN. YOU WILL NEVER GET THIS PICTURE OUT OF YOUR HEAD. FEAR MY HAIRINESS." I started yelling things like, "OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD." Aaron's mother was yelling things like, "EWH EWH EWH." She started to drive away and Ashley, who missed the whole thing, was yelling things like, "MY EYES ARE CLEAN. MY EYES ARE CLEAN!"
He and his buddies noticed and pointed and laughed at us.
I am scarred for life. FOR LIFE, I TELL YOU.
But you know what I was thinking after we left and I recovered slightly?
What the HELL did the people in FRONT of him see?
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "I'm sure I could be a movie star if I could get out of this place."
Title: Piano Man.
Artist: Billy Joel.
^^^CAPITAL song. Just fantastic.
Just thought I'd throw that out there for your consideration.
SO. I have a story to tell you.
There we were. Me, my curly-haired best-bud Ashley (known by myself as Ashatay), and my extraordinarily tall friend Aaron's mother were all sitting in a car. Aaron's mother's car, to be exact.
There THEY were. The baseball boys. They were preparing for their game, all their cars parked in the same area, BLASTING some awful country music from their car speakers. I'm talking TWANGY country. Like, "my tractor is my only love because my girlfriend stole my car and my dog and now I'm gonna go sleep with lots of other women, that'll show her." THAT stuff. Nothing too terribly weird about it, other than the fact that they're willingly putting their ears through such torture. I'm sorry if you like country music. I'm allergic to it. It makes me break out.
That was when they started to take their pants off. Just strippin' down to their little spandex shortie thingies that they're trying to pass off as underwear. The three of us being fairly modest females, we all grimace, make an "ewh" face and look away.
BUT THEY AREN'T DONE.
Several minutes later, after they've lulled us into a false sense of security by putting their pants on, I turn around, looking for Aaron. I am met with a round, pale, shockingly hairy bare boy ass staring me in the face. YES, STARING. It was saying, "I HAVE JUST BRANDED MYSELF INTO YOUR BRAIN. YOU WILL NEVER GET THIS PICTURE OUT OF YOUR HEAD. FEAR MY HAIRINESS." I started yelling things like, "OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD." Aaron's mother was yelling things like, "EWH EWH EWH." She started to drive away and Ashley, who missed the whole thing, was yelling things like, "MY EYES ARE CLEAN. MY EYES ARE CLEAN!"
He and his buddies noticed and pointed and laughed at us.
I am scarred for life. FOR LIFE, I TELL YOU.
But you know what I was thinking after we left and I recovered slightly?
What the HELL did the people in FRONT of him see?
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "I'm sure I could be a movie star if I could get out of this place."
Title: Piano Man.
Artist: Billy Joel.
^^^CAPITAL song. Just fantastic.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Demon Squirrel Watches You Masturbate.
I'm all better! In case you wanted to know. IbuProfin made my fever go down and it just stayed there. It's like, the best drug ever. YAY DRUGS!
It's been reduced to occasional nose-faucet moments and little dry coughs.
My family and myself went to my grandparents' house this weekend celebrate Jesus's ability to not die properly. We drove down on my sick day and had pizza and all that jazz, and just happened to come in during the WORST MOVIE EVER: Journey to the Center of the Earth. The one with Brendan (Brenden? I don't like him enough to check the correct spelling of his name) Fraser (Frazier? Frasier? See previous parentheses). It's not the worst movie or anything very significant in the events of this weekend, I just had to say that because it truly is terrible, and if I didn't warn you, you might watch it and then I'd be responsible for your brain melting, boiling, and then jumping out of your head and running away screaming.
That could be bad.
The next day, I actually got SUNBURNED. Yes. It was warm and gorgeous outside, so I spent the entire day humiliating myself outside playing football. But, it was fantastic, and my cousin told me all about how he got to see Billy Joel and Elton John in concert and the very old gay man that sat next to him. His name was Dan, and apparently he got very excited over the fact that someone my cousin's age (my age) knew so much about B.J and E.J (we will not pause to make fun of Billy Joel's initials. Let's be semi-adults here for a moment). He also informed me that in his Spanish class, he enjoys saying everything in what he calls his "creepy Mexican voice" to aggravate his teacher.
He's my hero.
I ended up a bit Rudolph-ish.
That night, we were all getting ready for bed. You know how you pack all your bathroom items in a little plastic thingie or a Ziploc bag? Mine are in the former, thanks to a very useful Christmas present I got. Well, here's the thing. You know hand soap? How it's in those bottles where you press on the top of them (apologies for the terrible sentence structure, I just couldn't think of a better way to put it)? Do NOT put those in with anything else, because it will get EVERYWHERE. Inevitably. It will happen.
This DID happen.
I thought I'd gotten all of it off my toothbrush. But I didn't. So when I stuck it in my mouth and brushed and saw there was way more foam than normal (I couldn't taste it until after I'd spit the toothpaste out. Weird, right?), I realized...oh God, I just brushed my teeth with soap.
It was disgusting. It reminded me of what it would be like to eat some sort of plant. I don't know what kind of plant I was thinking of, but not a good plant. It just seemed plantish to me.
This morning, when we got up to go to church, I took a shower. My grandparents have certain bathrooms they like us all to use (one is the guys' and one is the girls' and one is just a bathtub, no shower, and one doesn't have a bathtub OR shower), and the girls' bathroom has a window in it. Just a random window, and not one of those frosted windows you see on showers and in some bathrooms. There is no place in the bathroom you can stand that will not be in view of the window. Of course, it didn't occur to me to just change in the shower, so I was drying off and putting my clothes on very cautiously, sneaking glances out the window to make sure the neighbors weren't peeking over their fence or whatever.
I DID, however, see some squirrels. Three. One was on the ground, and two were on the fence, just kind of sitting there and twitching (squirrels do not sit still, ever. They vibrate). It felt like they were watching me. I BET THEY WERE ROBOT SQUIRRELS. And the neighbors sent them to spy on the visitors while we were in the bathrooms!
Peeping Tom, this is Squirrel 100 requesting backup, they have dogs, repeat, DOGS.
It was fun, though. We got all prettied up and ate junk food and stuff. Not necessarily in that order, but you know.
Happy Easter!
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "If I could say what I wanna say/I'd say I wanna blow you away/Be with you every night/Am I squeezing you too tight?"
Title: Things I'll Never Say.
Artist: Avril Lavigne.
^^^THIS SONG IS IN MY HEAD
P.S. My cousin got me wanting to listen to Billy Joel and Elton John, so you should listen to Lullaby and The Longest Time and Piano Man (by the former) and Tiny Dancer and Someone Saved My Life Tonight (by the latter). Well, obviously because when I wanna listen to something I HAVE to recommend it to you.
Mafia Squirrel. Be afraid.
It's been reduced to occasional nose-faucet moments and little dry coughs.
My family and myself went to my grandparents' house this weekend celebrate Jesus's ability to not die properly. We drove down on my sick day and had pizza and all that jazz, and just happened to come in during the WORST MOVIE EVER: Journey to the Center of the Earth. The one with Brendan (Brenden? I don't like him enough to check the correct spelling of his name) Fraser (Frazier? Frasier? See previous parentheses). It's not the worst movie or anything very significant in the events of this weekend, I just had to say that because it truly is terrible, and if I didn't warn you, you might watch it and then I'd be responsible for your brain melting, boiling, and then jumping out of your head and running away screaming.
That could be bad.
The next day, I actually got SUNBURNED. Yes. It was warm and gorgeous outside, so I spent the entire day humiliating myself outside playing football. But, it was fantastic, and my cousin told me all about how he got to see Billy Joel and Elton John in concert and the very old gay man that sat next to him. His name was Dan, and apparently he got very excited over the fact that someone my cousin's age (my age) knew so much about B.J and E.J (we will not pause to make fun of Billy Joel's initials. Let's be semi-adults here for a moment). He also informed me that in his Spanish class, he enjoys saying everything in what he calls his "creepy Mexican voice" to aggravate his teacher.
He's my hero.
I ended up a bit Rudolph-ish.
That night, we were all getting ready for bed. You know how you pack all your bathroom items in a little plastic thingie or a Ziploc bag? Mine are in the former, thanks to a very useful Christmas present I got. Well, here's the thing. You know hand soap? How it's in those bottles where you press on the top of them (apologies for the terrible sentence structure, I just couldn't think of a better way to put it)? Do NOT put those in with anything else, because it will get EVERYWHERE. Inevitably. It will happen.
This DID happen.
I thought I'd gotten all of it off my toothbrush. But I didn't. So when I stuck it in my mouth and brushed and saw there was way more foam than normal (I couldn't taste it until after I'd spit the toothpaste out. Weird, right?), I realized...oh God, I just brushed my teeth with soap.
It was disgusting. It reminded me of what it would be like to eat some sort of plant. I don't know what kind of plant I was thinking of, but not a good plant. It just seemed plantish to me.
This morning, when we got up to go to church, I took a shower. My grandparents have certain bathrooms they like us all to use (one is the guys' and one is the girls' and one is just a bathtub, no shower, and one doesn't have a bathtub OR shower), and the girls' bathroom has a window in it. Just a random window, and not one of those frosted windows you see on showers and in some bathrooms. There is no place in the bathroom you can stand that will not be in view of the window. Of course, it didn't occur to me to just change in the shower, so I was drying off and putting my clothes on very cautiously, sneaking glances out the window to make sure the neighbors weren't peeking over their fence or whatever.
I DID, however, see some squirrels. Three. One was on the ground, and two were on the fence, just kind of sitting there and twitching (squirrels do not sit still, ever. They vibrate). It felt like they were watching me. I BET THEY WERE ROBOT SQUIRRELS. And the neighbors sent them to spy on the visitors while we were in the bathrooms!
Peeping Tom, this is Squirrel 100 requesting backup, they have dogs, repeat, DOGS.
It was fun, though. We got all prettied up and ate junk food and stuff. Not necessarily in that order, but you know.
Happy Easter!
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "If I could say what I wanna say/I'd say I wanna blow you away/Be with you every night/Am I squeezing you too tight?"
Title: Things I'll Never Say.
Artist: Avril Lavigne.
^^^THIS SONG IS IN MY HEAD
P.S. My cousin got me wanting to listen to Billy Joel and Elton John, so you should listen to Lullaby and The Longest Time and Piano Man (by the former) and Tiny Dancer and Someone Saved My Life Tonight (by the latter). Well, obviously because when I wanna listen to something I HAVE to recommend it to you.
Mafia Squirrel. Be afraid.
Friday, April 2, 2010
(Insert Awesome Title Here)
So. My two friends and I went to a Shinedown concert Sunday night. YEAH BABY.
First, we had to stand outside in a line waiting for the doors to open, and some guys carrying a cross that said R U Ready? on it stood up on a box thingie and started yelling things about Jesus to us. Just personally, I don't think a rock concert is the best place to convert people. We weren't even inside yet and already we were floating in clouds of marijuana. NOT OURS. Other stupid people. I'm fairly straight edge. No drugs, thank you.
ANYWAY.
We sat in the seats, not on the floor yet. The place was already packed, and as me and my buddies and Buddy Number One's mom were clinging to each other so we wouldn't get lost, some creep behind us said, "Look, people are holding onto each other so they won't get separated. Hey, hold on to me, I'll lead you the right way." Yeah, no thanks.
Warm-Up Band Numero Uno was some band called Sore Eyes. They were terrible; their lead singer sounded like a choir reject who was trying to sound like a rock star. He failed miserably. I felt bad for them, almost, because (to quote a book) "the air was half-conversation." It was three-fourths conversation. There were a couple tone deaf weirdos at the very front who were cheering, but I think they were just too high to care.
Warm-Up Band Numero Dos was another "some band" called Automatic Fire. They were better, but they still sounded like a boy band trying to be rockers. Basically, the warm-up bands did NOT warm up the crowd by any means.
Shinedown was next, so we linked arms and went to the floor. We got really close to the front, JUST inside the tape that marked where we were allowed to stand. But another creepy old guy asked Buddy Number Two if she had any pot, so we swung around to the other side, again, just inside the tape. It seemed like everything was happening where we were. The security guard people took a bunch of crazy people outside, and we were so closely packed together that when they had to forcefully drag people out, we'd all fall on top of each other because they'd shove us.
We looked up at the stage, and this light was shining on a white curtain. Behind it you could see the silhouette of the band. They started their first guitar riff and the crowd screamed. The curtain fell, and the music started. This is my favorite part of concerts; when everybody comes together as one writhing, screaming mass and lets the music move us.
However, there's always that one person that decided twelve beers was a good idea. Well, there's like a hundred of those people, but they only bother you one or two at a time. Like the lady that was dancing behind us...she was taller than me, so she was holding her beer above my head. She spilled it down both my sleeves in her drunken dancing. She also spilled it into this one lady's hair, but she didn't notice, and her hair kept hitting me. It was really long and felt like being hit with a beer-soaked towel.
Shinedown's lead singer talks way too much. He likes to talk about love a lot, too. He DID dedicate one song to all the women in the crowd, though (If You Only Knew). All the concerts I've been to, at least one band has. Sometimes it's a dirty song, like Addicted by Saving Abel or Dirty Little Thing by Adelitas Way (both of them, by the way, are FANTASTIC). It's kind of funny.
It was spectacular. And after we left, we went to Steak N'Shake, which was nearby and it seemed to be where all the post-concert hungry people went. And everything tastes better after inhaling the smoke of a concert. Plus, you're starving.
We got home around midnight, feeling very rebellious.
I'm sick today. It was weird. I woke up five times last night, shaking. Then I got up at six because my head hurt, and when I stood up the entire room spun and I almost fell, nearly impaling my feet on my high heels that were just lying on the floor. I went upstairs and drugged myself with IbuProfin and went into the bathroom to lie feebly beside the toilet.
I feel better now, though. IbuProfin is a MIRACLE.
I feel that this post was rather boring. Oh, well. Usually when I go places or do things I just like to document it. In case I lose my memory randomly or something.
I apologize. Here's a playlist to make up for it.
The "I Am Sick Today" Playlist:
1. Cry Me A River by Michael Buble.
2. Fallen by Sarah McLachlan.
3. I'm So Sick by Flyleaf.
4. It's The End Of The World As We Know It by R.E.M.
5. I Will Come Through by Sister Hazel.
6. Hot N Cold by Katy Perry.
7. No More by Drowning Pool.
8. Medicate by A.F.I.
9. Pony (It's O.K) by Erin McCarley.
10. Foreverandeverandever....etc. by David Crowder* Band.
11. How I Feel by Kelly Clarkson.
12. Run Runaway by Slade.
13. S.O.S by Rihanna.
14. Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees.
15. What Goes Around Comes Around by Justin Timberlake.
16. Rehab by the Glee Cast.
17. Goin' Down by Three Days Grace.
18. Overcome by Creed.
19. I Just Laugh by Nevershoutnever.
20. Learn My Lesson by Daughtry.
Love
Love
Love
Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder."
Title: We Belong.
Artist; Pat Benatar.
First, we had to stand outside in a line waiting for the doors to open, and some guys carrying a cross that said R U Ready? on it stood up on a box thingie and started yelling things about Jesus to us. Just personally, I don't think a rock concert is the best place to convert people. We weren't even inside yet and already we were floating in clouds of marijuana. NOT OURS. Other stupid people. I'm fairly straight edge. No drugs, thank you.
ANYWAY.
We sat in the seats, not on the floor yet. The place was already packed, and as me and my buddies and Buddy Number One's mom were clinging to each other so we wouldn't get lost, some creep behind us said, "Look, people are holding onto each other so they won't get separated. Hey, hold on to me, I'll lead you the right way." Yeah, no thanks.
Warm-Up Band Numero Uno was some band called Sore Eyes. They were terrible; their lead singer sounded like a choir reject who was trying to sound like a rock star. He failed miserably. I felt bad for them, almost, because (to quote a book) "the air was half-conversation." It was three-fourths conversation. There were a couple tone deaf weirdos at the very front who were cheering, but I think they were just too high to care.
Warm-Up Band Numero Dos was another "some band" called Automatic Fire. They were better, but they still sounded like a boy band trying to be rockers. Basically, the warm-up bands did NOT warm up the crowd by any means.
Shinedown was next, so we linked arms and went to the floor. We got really close to the front, JUST inside the tape that marked where we were allowed to stand. But another creepy old guy asked Buddy Number Two if she had any pot, so we swung around to the other side, again, just inside the tape. It seemed like everything was happening where we were. The security guard people took a bunch of crazy people outside, and we were so closely packed together that when they had to forcefully drag people out, we'd all fall on top of each other because they'd shove us.
We looked up at the stage, and this light was shining on a white curtain. Behind it you could see the silhouette of the band. They started their first guitar riff and the crowd screamed. The curtain fell, and the music started. This is my favorite part of concerts; when everybody comes together as one writhing, screaming mass and lets the music move us.
However, there's always that one person that decided twelve beers was a good idea. Well, there's like a hundred of those people, but they only bother you one or two at a time. Like the lady that was dancing behind us...she was taller than me, so she was holding her beer above my head. She spilled it down both my sleeves in her drunken dancing. She also spilled it into this one lady's hair, but she didn't notice, and her hair kept hitting me. It was really long and felt like being hit with a beer-soaked towel.
Shinedown's lead singer talks way too much. He likes to talk about love a lot, too. He DID dedicate one song to all the women in the crowd, though (If You Only Knew). All the concerts I've been to, at least one band has. Sometimes it's a dirty song, like Addicted by Saving Abel or Dirty Little Thing by Adelitas Way (both of them, by the way, are FANTASTIC). It's kind of funny.
It was spectacular. And after we left, we went to Steak N'Shake, which was nearby and it seemed to be where all the post-concert hungry people went. And everything tastes better after inhaling the smoke of a concert. Plus, you're starving.
We got home around midnight, feeling very rebellious.
I'm sick today. It was weird. I woke up five times last night, shaking. Then I got up at six because my head hurt, and when I stood up the entire room spun and I almost fell, nearly impaling my feet on my high heels that were just lying on the floor. I went upstairs and drugged myself with IbuProfin and went into the bathroom to lie feebly beside the toilet.
I feel better now, though. IbuProfin is a MIRACLE.
I feel that this post was rather boring. Oh, well. Usually when I go places or do things I just like to document it. In case I lose my memory randomly or something.
I apologize. Here's a playlist to make up for it.
The "I Am Sick Today" Playlist:
1. Cry Me A River by Michael Buble.
2. Fallen by Sarah McLachlan.
3. I'm So Sick by Flyleaf.
4. It's The End Of The World As We Know It by R.E.M.
5. I Will Come Through by Sister Hazel.
6. Hot N Cold by Katy Perry.
7. No More by Drowning Pool.
8. Medicate by A.F.I.
9. Pony (It's O.K) by Erin McCarley.
10. Foreverandeverandever....etc. by David Crowder* Band.
11. How I Feel by Kelly Clarkson.
12. Run Runaway by Slade.
13. S.O.S by Rihanna.
14. Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees.
15. What Goes Around Comes Around by Justin Timberlake.
16. Rehab by the Glee Cast.
17. Goin' Down by Three Days Grace.
18. Overcome by Creed.
19. I Just Laugh by Nevershoutnever.
20. Learn My Lesson by Daughtry.
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Samm
Song Quote Of Note: "We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder."
Title: We Belong.
Artist; Pat Benatar.
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