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We are only 11 days into 2008 and already it's started off with a bang. Britney finally got committed (if only for a day or two), Obama won the democratic primary in Iowa (although he lost Super Tuesday to Hilary), and I've managed to get through three full eight hour shifts at work without getting seriously ill and feeling like I'm going to die. Things are already looking up.
I was going to write about all the above shit, but somehow I always find an excuse not to. I'm just so fucking lazy. I would have made a new year's resolution to stop being lazy in 2008, but I was too lazy to do that, so you know...
Anyway, joined last.fm recently and I must say I have weird taste in music and speaking of music, there is a music themed meme below that I got from Kayleigh. I was bored so I thought I'd try it.
The Lyrics Meme!
Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line(s) from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly (No lyric hunting! That is cheating!)
1. These are my confessions. Just when I thought I could say all I could say, my chick on the side says she's got one on the way. These are my confessions.
2. I'm holding onto your rope, got me ten feet off the ground. And I'm hearing what you say, but I just can't make a sound.
3. Some boy you are to take me by the hand. Through an elevator, got a little red light that tells you, boy, where the razor's been.
4. You simply defy, I cannot even move through the sky. We try it single file; take on me, hate is my denial.
5. Notice me, take my hand. Why are we strangers when our love is strong, Why carry on without me.
6. If you're looking for me I'll be on the block with my thing cocked back possibly sitting on a drop now. Because I'm a rider.
7. So if you're lonely you know I'm here waiting for you. I'm just a crosshair; I'm just a shot way from you.
8. I'll leave it all up to you girl, I'm I hitting it tonight? I'm gonna leave it all up to you girl, you're gonna break the ice.
9. Saturday night and my head is spinning. I wondered whose heart I've been sinning for.
10. It's Britney, bitch. Every time they turn the lights down, just want to go that extra mile for you. Public display of affection, feels like no one else in the room.
11. I've been gone for a minute now I'm back with the jump off. Goons in the club case somethin' jumps off.
12. I dig my toes into the sand. The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket.
13. Who could be the boss, look up to the cross stranded in the land of the lost?
14. I gotta ask myself what's it gonna be, babe. Am I gonna save myself, what's it gonna be?
15. Listen to me. I've been around the world, seen a million honeys. Been with special girls. Gave up my time and money.
16. Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll have the next letter. Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll ever make me feel better.
17. Tell me what kind of girl would want to play me. Tear me down and try to break me. Baby how could you betray me after all I've done for you.
18. I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe. But you keep frontin'. Sayin' what you gonna do to me, but I ain't seen nothin'.
19. The night I laid eyes on you. Felt everything around me move. Got nervous when you looked my way, but you knew all the words to say.
20. 6'oclock in the morning. My head is ready to explode. I can't believe I made it home alive. I don't remember where I went or what I was drinking. I know it made me sick and I'm not denying that I get this way when I try to get over you.
It's been a while since I've posted as usual. I think that not much happens in my life which is why I can't seem to get it up to write an entry every day. But I guess that's my own fault as I don't put myself out there in the world like I should.
Anyway, went to see Tool at The Nokia Theater on Monday. It was an awesome fucking show; much better than the one I saw at The Staples Center back in September of 2006 which was the first time I had ever seen Tool. My sister bought tickets for my birthday that year and since Tool is one of my favorite bands, I was stoked.
We had better seats this time and Nokia is a smaller theater which houses about 8,000 people so it was way civilized, plus I had money this time (as I have a much better job) which always seems to make things more enjoyable even if you don't spend much of it.
I do have to say that Tool is just an incredible band. They're as close to purity in music as you can get. There's no pretence of ulterior motives to what they do. They just want to make music that is meaningful without being pussy about it and that deserves respect.
They've been around forever so I can't really add them to music section, but I may still upload some of my favorite Tool songs as people who haven't heard of them (which is insane because they're famous) can check them out if they're so inclined.
As far as the lackluster droll of my life goes, I'm getting really irritated with people's expectations of how I'm supposed to handle my diagnosis of diabetes.
In fact, I'm sick of writing about it and more sick of talking about it, but my family seems to think that I'm blowing the whole thing off (which I am not) and being an incompliant patient and that shit is so untrue. I take my fucking medication and I am very aware of my medical condition; I can't fucking avoid it, but I'm not going to let it define me as a person. I'm not going to fucking walk around with a stamp on my forehead saying type 2 diabetes and I'm not going to walk up to every person I meet on the street and say, "Hi, my name is Tiffany and I have type 2 diabetes." People don't need to know my business unless I tell them that shit and I'm not going to walk around with some badge of shame because of it. For a year I was sick without knowing it and managed to go to work and live my life. Yes, I've made changes and need to make more, but I'm not a fucking cripple and I'm not going to let people talk to me like I'm a child and treat me as if I can't wipe my own ass.
Of course, my mother in particular, thinks I'm being completely irrational about the whole thing and I should just shut my mouth and be pathetic, but that's always been our problem. She doesn't know how to get the fuck out of my business and let my handle my shit on my own. Why is it so hard for her to understand that she needs to BACK OFF?
*Holds hand up dismissively* don't try and answer that. I know you don't know I'm just throwing the rhetorical question out there... It's just very frustrating.
Hmm, I've sat here and written a venomous rant on my blog but it hasn't changed my situation. I still have the same problem I had ten minutes ago, but I have to remind myself that that really isn't the point of this blog anyway.
Just typing out my issues isn't going to solve my problems. However, it DOES help me become aware of them and at least plant the seed of solution in my head.
Hey, kids. Well it's been awhile, I know, but I've been wrapping my mind around shit and trying to deal with my new health situation which isn't going very well... anyway...
For those of you who don't know, Circa Survive is my favorite band in the whole wide world and I had the opportunity to see them in concert this past Thursday. I would have written about the experience the night of, but I was so exhausted that all I did when I got home was take a shower and go to bed. I was exhausted for several reasons and to my dismay; the concert was a mixed experience.
Don't get me wrong, Circa was awesome. I worship the ground that Anthony Green (the lead singer) walks on and he's so fucking cute. I would bear his children in a heartbeat; I'm so crushing on him, but I digress...
Like I said, the concert wasn't as great as I thought/wanted it to be. In fact, I have very few fond memories and even less pictures to commemorate the occasion and this is all thanks to rude little emo children... I'll get back to that later, but first, let's recount the events of Thursday, November 8th, 2007.
5:30pm: Quiana (my sister) and I arrive at The Mayan Theater in downtown Los Angeles. After suffering through the horrors that are the 405 and 110 freeways, I was super stoked to finally be an hour away from seeing Anthony in person for the first time.
Although we arrived an hour early for the show, there was still a pretty long line going and we quickly crossed the street and staked our claim online in the anticipation of an amazing show.
Seriously, the entire time I was in line all I could think about was the fact that I was actually in line to see Circa Survive; that I would actually be in the presence of Anthony's angelic voice and brilliant blue eyes... oh those eyes... It got to the point where every time my sister would ask me a question my answer would somehow include the words Circa or Circa Survive. I know, it's sad.
Now keep in mind that when I bought the tickets I knew that there was going to be an opening act, however, I had no idea that there were going to be THREE opening acts and those three acts would get 30 to 45 minute sets a piece before we even got a glimpse of Circa. More on this later.
6:40pm: The doors finally open and we are allowed to enter The Mayan. Although Quiana and I had seat tickets, I saw that the dance floor was practically empty and immediately secured a spot close to the stage where I could see Anthony clearly when they preformed. Big mistake... more on that later.
7:45pm: The first act, Fear before the March of Flames finally comes on stage. Their amps were way too loud and the lead singer was a FREAK!
I'm convinced he dropped massive amounts of acid before coming on stage and spent the entire time, bouncing around like a fool, symbolically jacking off with his microphone and trying to hypnotize the audience with weird hand gestures.
Actually I think he was really trying to hypnotize the hot chicks into not seeing how fugly he was in an attempt to score with a groupie after the show.... It didn't work.
Towards the end of the set he even did a half assed handstand trying to impress the crowd. It was ridiculous, but the saddest part of all this was that there were people actually there to see them... like, they acutally have fans.
The only bonus to that set was that Anthony came out on stage towards the end and sang (screamed) a few lyrics with the lead singer. Needless to say, everyone cheered their asses off at seeing him which was the loudest applause the band had gotten during their entire set.
8:30pm: The second act, The Dear Hunter, finally finished their setup and mic check (yes, we had to sit through all the bands setting up and mic checking which took like 30 minutes each) and started their set.
They were not half as bad as the first fuckups. The music was decent although a bit boring in parts and their amps weren't too loud so you could actually hear what the lead singer was saying.
They sort of reminded me of Coheed and Cambria in a good way which says a lot, but at that point I was starting to get antsy (as was everyone else) and I was done with that three opening act shit and ready to see Circa.
9:30pm: The third act, Ours, finally finishes their setup and mic check and they start their set.
This band is pretty good. They've been around a while so they've got stage presence and experience. Although the lead singer isn't the hottest guy in the room (Anthony is), he's a rockstar in the best sense and has a good voice. The music is very well done and the light design for the show was very nice. So nice that it prompted my sister and me to take a few pictures of their performance.
Another bonus to Ours was that their keyboardist/rhythm guitar and lead guitar guys were HOT. I have pics below and they aren't very good ones, but you'll get a general gist of the hotness.
Despite how much I liked Ours, I couldn't get it up for them as much as I would have liked as I'd been standing on concrete, pressed together with a bunch of sweaty emo teens for about three hours and I was over it. My feet were hurting, I was tired and I had actually contemplated just leaving without seeing Anthony. That's how exhausted I was.
10:15pm: The Ours set ends and Circa is about to set up for the finale.
My sister and I were standing patiently, extremely excited to finally see Anthony and in such a good spot close to the stage when all of the sudden the crowd on the dance floor started to get pushed forward like a tidal wave was hitting us from behind.
At first I didn't know what the hell was going on until the bastard little emo kids who were forcing their way to the front of the crowd started showing up in my section.
Yes, you read right. The push from behind was actually fucking teenagers (and I'm sure some stupid adults) who weren't smart enough to show up on time and get a good spot, so they decided to force their way to the front and push out all the people who had waited through all three acts to see Circa up close.
It was insane, we were being pushed around and smushed together so much that Quiana was starting to freak out. You could see and feel all these people pushing and shoving their way upfront, elbowing people in the gut ( I got elbowed) to steal their spot. I wanted to fight for my space, but Quiana was freaking out so much that I decided to fuck it and grab her arm to try and get her out of there.
Yeah, I wanted to see Anthony up close and be in the thick of it when he belted out lyrics to "In Fear and Faith" and "The Difference between Medicine and Poison," but it wasn't worth my sister getting physically assaulted and having a panic attack.
Now, while Quiana and I were struggling to get out of the whirlpool, this guy and girl had started to get into it about who was going to be ruder and push their way to the front first.
It's all a bit of a blur to me now, but I know that the girl had started punching the guy in the head first (right over Quiana's head as he was pushing his way forward right next to her) and then he either pushed the girl really hard or hit her. Whatever happened, the guy she was with got involved and then it turned into an all out fight in the middle of the dance floor. Luckily I had gotten Quiana out of there in time or we both would have ended up in the middle of that shit. Of course security had to break it up and although I don't know how many people were actually involved, I do know that the girl and guy who started it got tossed out of the venue unceremoniously.
Once everything had settled down I looked around and found myself at the very back of the dance floor miles away from where I once was. I was so close to seeing Anthony in all his glory that I could taste it, but the taste soon turned bitter due to all the evil little emos at the show. I swear, if I see anymore skinny jeans, hoodies or greasy, color streaked hair I'm going to fucking go off. No offense to all the nice emos out there, but your brethren have SERIOUS problems and need their asses kicked.
Anyway, it was going to be awhile before Circa actually got onstage as the fight had the roadies for Ours mesmerized which delayed the breakdown of their stuff and thus delayed the setup of Circa's stuff.
Luckily, while we had the coveted up close spots on the dance floor we'd met a really nice young couple who'd driven all the way from San Bernardino to see the show and were with us when we got forced to the back. The boyfriend bought Quiana a bottle of water to help her calm down and let her bum a cigarette.
Although I'm very proud of her for quitting smoking years ago, after everything that had just happened I figured I could keep my mouth shut while she enjoyed a little nicotine comfort in an attempt to chill and regain her equilibrium. She was honestly startled by the whole thing, so much so that her hands were shaking even after we were outside with the couple chilling, smoking and waiting for Circa to come on.
11:00pm: Anthony and the rest of Circa Survive finally enter the stage. Their set was good and Anthony has an incredible voice and insane stamina. His voice never cracked and his high notes were so crystal clear it was amazing despite him bouncing around the stage like a maniac.
The light design was good although a little dark for pictures and they kept releasing big, colored balloons out into the audience to be bounced around by the fans with some of them popping to rain down confetti all over us.
I got some decent pictures, not near as good as I would have gotten had I been in my original spot and despite my joy at seeing Circa live, it was tainted by being forced out of my spot and the fight that ensued after.
I think that If I could do it all over again, I would have shown up later (to avoid most of the opening acts) and taken my seats on the second level to avoid the massive trauma done to my feet from standing in one place for three hours.
You know, the more I think about it, the more pissed off I get and I've decided that I have to go to another show when they come back to town to try and get the wonderful experience I should have had at this one. It makes me a little sad, but I'm hoping against hope that they'll come back to SoCal (preferably Long Beach) so that I can see them again... properly, and maybe even stick around to meet Anthony after the show and get a picture or something.
Anyway, like I said, pictures are below and I'll try to find some good pics of Anthony so you can see how hot he is... just in case you don't know already.
