Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling
And now the red ones make me fly
And the blue ones help me fall
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts
And we'll fly home
We'll fly home
You and I
We'll fly home
Well now I'm back in the middle of the day that starts it all.
Well I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling.
And now these red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall.
And I think I'll blow my brain against the ceiling.
And we'll fly home,
We'll fly home,
You and I,
We'll fly home.
Now honestly that's what I said to her, what I said to her
Think happy thoughts.
~My Chemical Romance
November 28, 2004
November 22, 2004
A Weekend Getaway: Part I
Three, Underoath, Coheed and Cambria... What do these three bands have in common? They were all at the Tremont Music Hall in Charlotte, North Carolina on November 20th, and I was there to see them.
We'll start with the drive there. I left my house at 9:05am on Saturday. Myriah and I had to drop by my mom's work and say adieu. We sat in the parking lot for a bit after that due to some technical difficulties with the sound system, but after fixing the cd player in my vehicle, we were off to Nate's house.
Nate was late. We told him we'd be by his house around 9:45-10:00. His alarm clock had been going off sporadically since about 9am, but he didn't pay attention to it. He only finally got up after his dad reset the clock to 10:15 and yelled, "Nate! It's 10:15!" It was really only 9:30, but it got him up.
He had to get dressed and fix his hair before we could leave, but I still needed to print off the directions since my printer was being an ass, so it was alright. We left late, but got gas and got the car washed, and then arrived on time.
We had to pick Matt out from the middle of a parade. It was insane. People were pushing and shoving. The roads were flooded with a throng of mothers with strollers and small children dripping from their fingertips. It took several illegal turns and several frustrated exclamations before I finally made my way over to where we were supposed to pick him up. When we finally got there, we found an extra surprise; Chris was going with us to grab some lunch before we hit the road again.
Getting out of that area was mad. The roads were packed with the above mentioned mothers, and now there were cars of many various shapes, sizes, and colors darting about from paved roadway to paved roadway. It took many more minutes than usual to get out of this labyrinth, but we finally made it out alive and with tasteful thoughts of lunch.
We at first tried Chick Fil A in the mall, but the lines were tremendous, so we settled for everyone's favorite, Taco Bell. Oh yes. We chilled there for a bit, and then Chris' mother came by to take him away from us, and we drove away rather speedily into the dusk... At... 12pm.
From there, we drove many miles and sang along with many songs, and finally ended up somewhere other than Jacksonville. We stopped occasionally at gas stations and a Wal-Mart. Once, we stopped at a rather large river in the Uwharrie Forest area. I made many wrong turns, and back tracked a good many miles. Finally, though, we reached Charlotte.
The boys' bladders were full, so they needed to visit a rest stop of sorts before we hit the concert lines. We searched far and near throughout the ghettos of downtown Charlotte, and finally came across a building that could possibly house a toilet or two. The windows were barred and the occupants seemed rather hostile, but the boys figured it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, that toilet/those toilets within this dismal structure were private commodes, and so our young men were forced to resort to slightly less conventional means of relief. They ran around behind the building, did their business, and then sauntered back to the car, zipping up their pants and fastening their belts, much to the amusement of the several buff onlookers. Myriah and I did our best to hurry them along into the car before these aforementioned buff onlookers decided to take some action in defense of the rear wall of their store, and when they finally took the hint, we sped out of the parking lot and into the dark streets awaiting the massage of our tire treads upon its worn back.
Tempers were flaring and music was blaring as we worked our way to the music hall. Some wanted to stop and wait, others wanted food and fun. In the end, food and fun won out, and so I drove on until we found a Dunkin' Donuts. Several bagels and jokes about heroine later, we once again returned to the car and made our way back to the music hall.
When we arrived, I parked the car on a grassy knoll, and we waded through the weeds and emo hair towards the house of our amusement... And then we stopped short at the end of a line that snaked its way around the building and seemingly across the entire circumference of the world. There, in front of us, was a young man who captured the art of humor as though it were nothing more than a floating bubble in the winds of conversation. He called himself Dan. Dan was the reason we made it through that line alive. He kept our spirits awake and alive with tales of sewing fingers together and finding tickets and whatnot.
When we finally made it into the building, the air was hot with bodies and the smell was that of smoke and body odors. The lights were low, and the crowds were still... And then appeared Three.
Three was made up of more than three men who appeared to be somewhere near thirty or above. Their vocals were strong, clear, and attractive, but the guitarist's fingers weren't moving nearly as quickly as his notes were flying, which brought on some rather disturbing thoughts. It was like Ashlee Simpson on SNL all over again.
Underoath was much more excitedly welcomed. They sounded very nice, and the band members were interesting. The keyboardist appeared to be doing nothing more than pushing a few random keys here and there and headbanging between... But that's pure speculation from a lowly Morgan.
Coheed and Cambria were quite lovely. Claudio's hair brought thrills and chills up the spines of all who were in viewing range. His voice melted through the offkey melodies thrown in by the crowd. Cheering, surfing, and moshing quickly ensued. It was truly a beautiful thing...
We'll start with the drive there. I left my house at 9:05am on Saturday. Myriah and I had to drop by my mom's work and say adieu. We sat in the parking lot for a bit after that due to some technical difficulties with the sound system, but after fixing the cd player in my vehicle, we were off to Nate's house.
Nate was late. We told him we'd be by his house around 9:45-10:00. His alarm clock had been going off sporadically since about 9am, but he didn't pay attention to it. He only finally got up after his dad reset the clock to 10:15 and yelled, "Nate! It's 10:15!" It was really only 9:30, but it got him up.
He had to get dressed and fix his hair before we could leave, but I still needed to print off the directions since my printer was being an ass, so it was alright. We left late, but got gas and got the car washed, and then arrived on time.
We had to pick Matt out from the middle of a parade. It was insane. People were pushing and shoving. The roads were flooded with a throng of mothers with strollers and small children dripping from their fingertips. It took several illegal turns and several frustrated exclamations before I finally made my way over to where we were supposed to pick him up. When we finally got there, we found an extra surprise; Chris was going with us to grab some lunch before we hit the road again.
Getting out of that area was mad. The roads were packed with the above mentioned mothers, and now there were cars of many various shapes, sizes, and colors darting about from paved roadway to paved roadway. It took many more minutes than usual to get out of this labyrinth, but we finally made it out alive and with tasteful thoughts of lunch.
We at first tried Chick Fil A in the mall, but the lines were tremendous, so we settled for everyone's favorite, Taco Bell. Oh yes. We chilled there for a bit, and then Chris' mother came by to take him away from us, and we drove away rather speedily into the dusk... At... 12pm.
From there, we drove many miles and sang along with many songs, and finally ended up somewhere other than Jacksonville. We stopped occasionally at gas stations and a Wal-Mart. Once, we stopped at a rather large river in the Uwharrie Forest area. I made many wrong turns, and back tracked a good many miles. Finally, though, we reached Charlotte.
The boys' bladders were full, so they needed to visit a rest stop of sorts before we hit the concert lines. We searched far and near throughout the ghettos of downtown Charlotte, and finally came across a building that could possibly house a toilet or two. The windows were barred and the occupants seemed rather hostile, but the boys figured it was worth a shot. Unfortunately, that toilet/those toilets within this dismal structure were private commodes, and so our young men were forced to resort to slightly less conventional means of relief. They ran around behind the building, did their business, and then sauntered back to the car, zipping up their pants and fastening their belts, much to the amusement of the several buff onlookers. Myriah and I did our best to hurry them along into the car before these aforementioned buff onlookers decided to take some action in defense of the rear wall of their store, and when they finally took the hint, we sped out of the parking lot and into the dark streets awaiting the massage of our tire treads upon its worn back.
Tempers were flaring and music was blaring as we worked our way to the music hall. Some wanted to stop and wait, others wanted food and fun. In the end, food and fun won out, and so I drove on until we found a Dunkin' Donuts. Several bagels and jokes about heroine later, we once again returned to the car and made our way back to the music hall.
When we arrived, I parked the car on a grassy knoll, and we waded through the weeds and emo hair towards the house of our amusement... And then we stopped short at the end of a line that snaked its way around the building and seemingly across the entire circumference of the world. There, in front of us, was a young man who captured the art of humor as though it were nothing more than a floating bubble in the winds of conversation. He called himself Dan. Dan was the reason we made it through that line alive. He kept our spirits awake and alive with tales of sewing fingers together and finding tickets and whatnot.
When we finally made it into the building, the air was hot with bodies and the smell was that of smoke and body odors. The lights were low, and the crowds were still... And then appeared Three.
Three was made up of more than three men who appeared to be somewhere near thirty or above. Their vocals were strong, clear, and attractive, but the guitarist's fingers weren't moving nearly as quickly as his notes were flying, which brought on some rather disturbing thoughts. It was like Ashlee Simpson on SNL all over again.
Underoath was much more excitedly welcomed. They sounded very nice, and the band members were interesting. The keyboardist appeared to be doing nothing more than pushing a few random keys here and there and headbanging between... But that's pure speculation from a lowly Morgan.
Coheed and Cambria were quite lovely. Claudio's hair brought thrills and chills up the spines of all who were in viewing range. His voice melted through the offkey melodies thrown in by the crowd. Cheering, surfing, and moshing quickly ensued. It was truly a beautiful thing...
November 17, 2004
Maybe Yes, Maybe No, Maybe Maybe
I said, "Yeah... I haven't had an actual boyfriend for a while."
She said, "You know, guys don't find it very attractive when you say that sort of thing... *snobbish sniff* Maybe that's why."
*sigh*
Is that why? No. It's because I'm too damn picky. andmostboysthinkimaloserorsomething...
Anyway. I was just thinking tonight about my love life, or the lack thereof. I'm cool not having a boyfriend, which is a good sign, I suppose. However, it can be rather hard on one's self-esteem nonetheless... Which is not good. In any way.
Life was so much easier when I was 12. Man. I had so many little boyfriends back in the day. Why'd it change? I don't know. Maybe I knew how to flirt back then, and I just lost it over the years... Or something. I don't know. There is only one guy who will ever truly count, and he is yet to be a major part of my life. I think. I hope.
[quiz]
I have an argumentative paper that needs to be written.
I ♥ you.
She said, "You know, guys don't find it very attractive when you say that sort of thing... *snobbish sniff* Maybe that's why."
*sigh*
Is that why? No. It's because I'm too damn picky. andmostboysthinkimaloserorsomething...
Anyway. I was just thinking tonight about my love life, or the lack thereof. I'm cool not having a boyfriend, which is a good sign, I suppose. However, it can be rather hard on one's self-esteem nonetheless... Which is not good. In any way.
Life was so much easier when I was 12. Man. I had so many little boyfriends back in the day. Why'd it change? I don't know. Maybe I knew how to flirt back then, and I just lost it over the years... Or something. I don't know. There is only one guy who will ever truly count, and he is yet to be a major part of my life. I think. I hope.
[quiz]
I have an argumentative paper that needs to be written.
I ♥ you.
November 15, 2004
Where I Am
Lately, I just can't seem to believe
Discard my friends to change the scenery
It meant the world to hold a bruising faith
But now it's just a matter of grace
This really sums up a lot for me right now. I'm at a rather odd point in my life. I'm ready to leave, even though that would mean leaving the friends that I love. I'm finding it slightly difficult to hold onto the faith that I've known all of my life, mainly because I'm seeing it twisted and abused so very much. In the end of everything, I'm leaving it all to grace.
(From To Shiela by The Smashing Pumpkins)
Discard my friends to change the scenery
It meant the world to hold a bruising faith
But now it's just a matter of grace
This really sums up a lot for me right now. I'm at a rather odd point in my life. I'm ready to leave, even though that would mean leaving the friends that I love. I'm finding it slightly difficult to hold onto the faith that I've known all of my life, mainly because I'm seeing it twisted and abused so very much. In the end of everything, I'm leaving it all to grace.
(From To Shiela by The Smashing Pumpkins)
November 12, 2004
Y? Because we love you...
Okay. First off. I love you.
I feel like having a good, thick rant. At the moment, however, I can't focus on one thing in particular that is bothering me. FREEWRITING TIME!
Today has been one of those kinds of days that are filled to the brim with good things, bad things, things that make you think, things you don't want to think about, things that make you want to smile and cry about at the same time, and things that make you want to laugh and vomit on at the same time. The good comes with the bad. I'm glad today's good things kind of weighed evenly with the bad things.
I had been listening to five Postal Service songs over and over. Why only five? Because, for one reason or another, only five off of the cd were uploaded onto my computer. So, I have numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, and 8. After about the fifth or sixth time through those five songs, I got bored with it, and turned it off. Then, I started looking through my favorite websites. I found this. And that's what I'm listening to now. Repetitively. It's catchy in an incredibly annoying way. If this guy made a cd, and I were a millionaire, I might just buy it.
Screw that. The Blood Brothers, here I come.
I want a boyfriend, but I really don't. Figure that one out.
There are three things that I can think of right now that I am looking forward to doing. One is sure to happen, one may not happen, and one may not happen as soon as I'd like.
1.) Coheed and Cambria/Underoath concert in Charlotte on the 20th of November. Myriah, Nate, Chris (or someone), and I, driving in my car, staying in Charlotte... It's going to be interesting.
2.) Trip to Louisville, KY, to see Chyppe and John. Possibly either my mom, sister, and I driving to Louisville, or just Myriah and I driving to Louisville. Either way, it's not sure yet, but we'd hopefully be staying possibly from the 18th to the 23rd of December.
3.) Moving out and starting my own life. The soonest possible date is March 5th, 2005. As much as I'm looking forward to it and wanting it to happen... I'm scared too. I don't know what I'll do, but I want to do something. Who knows what'll happen?
I have school tomorrow. I get my car back again tomorrow. I work from 6 until about 9:45 tomorrow evening.
I wonder how many people read this. One? Me? *sigh*
I've been getting dizzy again lately. Not nearly as seriously as The Great Dizzyness of '01, though. It's more of an annoyance than a worry. Kind of like when you stand up way too fast and you get that dizzy feeling. It's just odd. Like, every once in a while, the world pauses, rewinds, and then plays again. But only a split second's worth. I don't know.
God Bless You, Blood Thirsty Zeppelins.
I've bored you long enough... That is... If anyone is actually reading this... And it's 1:40am. I think that I should probably start trying to go to sleep before 2am. It'd be good to get 8 hours of sleep at night.
So I bid to you goodnight, tonight. Sleep tight, my love.
I feel like having a good, thick rant. At the moment, however, I can't focus on one thing in particular that is bothering me. FREEWRITING TIME!
Today has been one of those kinds of days that are filled to the brim with good things, bad things, things that make you think, things you don't want to think about, things that make you want to smile and cry about at the same time, and things that make you want to laugh and vomit on at the same time. The good comes with the bad. I'm glad today's good things kind of weighed evenly with the bad things.
I had been listening to five Postal Service songs over and over. Why only five? Because, for one reason or another, only five off of the cd were uploaded onto my computer. So, I have numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, and 8. After about the fifth or sixth time through those five songs, I got bored with it, and turned it off. Then, I started looking through my favorite websites. I found this. And that's what I'm listening to now. Repetitively. It's catchy in an incredibly annoying way. If this guy made a cd, and I were a millionaire, I might just buy it.
Screw that. The Blood Brothers, here I come.
I want a boyfriend, but I really don't. Figure that one out.
There are three things that I can think of right now that I am looking forward to doing. One is sure to happen, one may not happen, and one may not happen as soon as I'd like.
1.) Coheed and Cambria/Underoath concert in Charlotte on the 20th of November. Myriah, Nate, Chris (or someone), and I, driving in my car, staying in Charlotte... It's going to be interesting.
2.) Trip to Louisville, KY, to see Chyppe and John. Possibly either my mom, sister, and I driving to Louisville, or just Myriah and I driving to Louisville. Either way, it's not sure yet, but we'd hopefully be staying possibly from the 18th to the 23rd of December.
3.) Moving out and starting my own life. The soonest possible date is March 5th, 2005. As much as I'm looking forward to it and wanting it to happen... I'm scared too. I don't know what I'll do, but I want to do something. Who knows what'll happen?
I have school tomorrow. I get my car back again tomorrow. I work from 6 until about 9:45 tomorrow evening.
I wonder how many people read this. One? Me? *sigh*
I've been getting dizzy again lately. Not nearly as seriously as The Great Dizzyness of '01, though. It's more of an annoyance than a worry. Kind of like when you stand up way too fast and you get that dizzy feeling. It's just odd. Like, every once in a while, the world pauses, rewinds, and then plays again. But only a split second's worth. I don't know.
God Bless You, Blood Thirsty Zeppelins.
I've bored you long enough... That is... If anyone is actually reading this... And it's 1:40am. I think that I should probably start trying to go to sleep before 2am. It'd be good to get 8 hours of sleep at night.
So I bid to you goodnight, tonight. Sleep tight, my love.
November 11, 2004
November 07, 2004
Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'n' Roll
Man. Popularity and peer pressure and all of that crap sucks so badly. I hate it.
It really bothers me how sex, drugs, androck 'n' roll alcohol are so insanely available and popular and loved throughout the masses. It makes me feel like I don't fit in when the rest of the kids are partying and drinking the night away, but I still wouldn't want to be a part of it.
I have mixed feelings about the whole ordeal, really, and that's what I hate the most. People make it look so good, but at the same time, I know the consequences, and I know it isn't good forever. I don't have a problem with being myself regardless of what other people think, but I am human, so I'm bound to want to fit in. It seems like just about everyone my age (that I know in person, and excepting a few people who just happen to be homeschooled) is either partying every weekend and having a blast, or they're "losers" who do their best to fit in and be a part of the crowd and end up just being miserable anyway. There are so few people who are "normal" and yet like me at the same time... It is so frustrating.
My dream life? Living someplace where I have the world at my fingertips, can be self-sufficient and unique, and can just have my own little life and lifestyle.
I guess this is just one of those down parts to being a teenager/young adult. Maybe by the time I'm 64 or so I'll be able to not party and still be cool.
Ahhh. Who cares?
It really bothers me how sex, drugs, and
I have mixed feelings about the whole ordeal, really, and that's what I hate the most. People make it look so good, but at the same time, I know the consequences, and I know it isn't good forever. I don't have a problem with being myself regardless of what other people think, but I am human, so I'm bound to want to fit in. It seems like just about everyone my age (that I know in person, and excepting a few people who just happen to be homeschooled) is either partying every weekend and having a blast, or they're "losers" who do their best to fit in and be a part of the crowd and end up just being miserable anyway. There are so few people who are "normal" and yet like me at the same time... It is so frustrating.
My dream life? Living someplace where I have the world at my fingertips, can be self-sufficient and unique, and can just have my own little life and lifestyle.
I guess this is just one of those down parts to being a teenager/young adult. Maybe by the time I'm 64 or so I'll be able to not party and still be cool.
Ahhh. Who cares?
November 06, 2004
November 03, 2004
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