Friday, May 22:
Chain Reaction
So, around 7:20pm on Friday, I arrived at Chain in Anaheim. At first glance, if you're a dad... the place looks shady. But I'm really glad he let me go. Emerging from Below would play at 9:15 so I had like, two hours to kill. I basically just tested all my apps on my iTouch that I just downloaded. Cooking Mama, haha! Then, A arrived and we hugged and everything, and it felt like we were really going out that night. The band arrived while I was watching Center Cannot Hold on stage, which was my favorite from all the bands I checked out the week before online. They remind me of... I forgot what bands are progressive and are also on my iTouch, but they're really good. Especially live. The band after was a joke, and the band right before Emerging from Below was another band like Daughtry or The Fray. Not really to my liking. I was standing there watching them when his mom comes in and we start whispering and laughing and stuff. When we turn around, it turns out that his family has been there the whole time! LOL. I was like, scanning the room. Sneaky relatives -_- LOLL. I introduced myself with a smile and everything, it was really cute. Claudia said she'll have to do "20 Questions" with me. I laughed with his mom, but inside I was like, "Bring it on!!" Haha. When the came out, his family and I kindda pushed our way to the front to get good pictures. Claudia was watching me the whole time and taking pictures like I didn't notice. Hahaha. A few times on stage, we had our moments... and Claudia took pictures of that, too. Haha. In the middle of one of the songs their guest singer, Johnny, starred in, a fucking riot broke out and a mosh started. Apparently, A's nephews/cousins? were in the middle, and a few times, his grandma got hit so I kindda, stood in the way and defended the honor. Mwahaha. After that broke up, I went to go see if she was alright and she kindda looked at me like, who are you? Lol, she'd find out later, I think. So I went back and took some really good pictures. I fucking love their band, you can really tell everyone is passionate about their part in the musicology of it all. After the show, I met up with the fambam and congratulated everyone for a really awesome show. His family's sweet, too. Then I got picked up and passed out at home after a long day =]Chain Reaction
Saturday, May 23:
LA, Luau, Lakers, Key Club, Movie
LA, Luau, Lakers, Key Club, Movie
I got my prom dress in LA! Finally. It's a reallly nice shade of gold, and it's totally Oscar worthy. We went on a really good day because the owners were feeling really nice. A $400 dollar dress went down to about $150. We had the extra money on us, so if that sounds like a lot, it's really not. It was totally worth it and now I can wear it to weddings and all that, so you better invite me! Haha. We then rushed home to pick up pancit and lumpia for the luau. A picked me up and we kindda sat in the car wondering what was weird. She totally forgot it was a luau and wore boring colors. Hahaha, just kidding. But I think she had like, a flowery outfit planned. When we parked down the street, I saw this beaaautiful house I just absolutely fell in love with.
such a pretty house!
I love Spanish Architecture. I don't know, there's something majestic and authoritative in terms of accomplishing the American Dream when you own your own hacienda. We'll see how that plays out... Anyway, I got a little stalkerish at this point, but who could blame me? I'm passionate about interior design (I can't do that much with my room because we're renting my house -_-), but Mr. O's place is gorgeous! I asked, and he said he and his wife collaborated and decorated their house according to how they want their lives to be. And from the looks of the interior, they would love it both contemporary in some ways but traditional and authentic. I would love to live a life authentic to my drive and inspiration, and I wouldn't mind if my sanctuary reflected that. That doesn't mean it has to be totally traditional or totally contemporary or even lavish and expensive. I want to live comfortably and happily, and I want my place to reflect the different passions I share with my spouse. Because the Lord knows my love's not simple. I want both my passions and home to be intricate with beautiful detail, but I don't want the dollar to define that. Anyway, after a few game of Mafia, some waterguns and water balloons, and reaally good grilled "bacon-wrapped shrimp with pineapple kabobs", A and I had to leave because we wanted to catch the first few minutes of the Laker game at my place and change for the Key Club Banquet.
When we got to my house, only the tv was on and my dad wasn't there. So we changed and watched a little of the first quarter, when I realized I might need my jacket that night. When I disappeared into my room, I could hear my dad getting surprised that A was in our living room and I wasn't there. Hahaha. I think she told him she would drop we off, but we both knew that wasn't going to happen ;]
Upon arriving at Marie Calendar's, A scratched her black car door on a nice, white Lexus. Hopefully she wasn't found out later. Haha. I called A to see if we were still on for that night, but he said his mom was going out and even though we never get to go out, his mom reaally never gets to go out, so I guess I had to stay. I was so full, and Marie Calendar's smelled like armpit, and there was all this food, I was going to barf my liver out. No kidding. Finally, A called and YAY we could go out with the band and the girlfriends haha. So I ditched A. Just kidding, I told her ahead of time, but really, if I stayed there, I think I kindda would've been bored, and would have only stayed there for like, the food. But I was ridiculously full anyway, so I would've just continued playing Cooking Mama. Haha.
my eye is retarded. but we look older now.
A picked me up and we headed to the theatre. We met up with the group, who were all in GameStop hahaha, and bought tickets to see Angels and Demons. The theatre was kindda packed, but there were a few seats, so I sat with A up top and everyone else got full-faced action down below, oh yea. That was actually a really good movie. I wasn't offended by it, only because I'm not Catholic, and really, I kindda agreed with how the Vatican was depicted. A Holy Roman empire, funded by worshippers of God who worship the Pope and the Papacy first. I don't mean to sound crude, but that's how it was depicted, and I would have shown it the same way. Overall, the Vatican did appear sanctive and holy, traditional and beautiful, majestic and powerful with ancient tales not all of us can understand. But I just don't agree with having to go through a whole religious government, to have a connection with God. There was a part where Tom Hanks was asked by Obi-won (Ewan McGreggor oooh!), if he believed in God. And in my mind, as simple as the question was, "Do you believe in God" was still so biased because a Catholic priest was asking a man who studied Catacism and the Vatican works, in order to disprove its religious authority and expose its control over the masses. What would have upset me if I wasn't so chill being with A and practically lying down on the comfy theatre seats, haha, was if Ewan McGreggor wasn't a priest, if Tom Hanks wasn't who he was, and it was just one man asking himself, a part of him a skeptic and a part of him a question for the skeptic. I would have been upset because the director could have taken it either way-- either the Roman Catholic church is wrong, or maybe just not right for some, or that God in His entirety is a concept of man, and merely a belief. Thankfully, that didn't happen. Tom Hanks told Ewan McGreggor that he didn't have the gift of faith, or the ability to receive that gift. Whatever happened to "When there's a will, there's a way"? The only way there can be a will is if a want is present, and for the desire to be there, it's all a matter of exposure to decide if something is wanted or unwanted. Of course, Tom Hanks researched history of the Vactican and Roman Catholicism, and his character was exposed to it significantly moreso than the average Catholic, but I'm not sure if it was or is for any of us, correct to deny ourselves of our abilities, whether we can or cannot believe in something that could change our lives. I can believe in Allah, I can be a devout Buddhist. But I want because I don't want to, as simple, and as harsh as that. I choose not to, because I don't want to. I keep an open mind about all teachings, because there is truth in every religion to some extent, but an open mind only makes a strong spirit when one is passionate and holds fast to what they value the most. You can have an open mind, but with all good, there is bad, and the only bad side to having an open mind is being vacillated by the different mindsets, theologies, philosophies, and opinions of the world. The most beautiful part about having an open mind is having the ability to stand against the currents of all trends, no matter how authoritative they may be with proven science, calculations, and essays. The scary thing is knowing everything has a parallel. When you know there very well may be a Heaven for you, there is also a Hell. When you know there is a God, you know there is an evil out to get you. When you know there is life and love, there is death and hate. But when you're caught in the middle, knowing you're only half alive, knowing there is so much hate in the world, and questioning if God exists or if you'll be in a lonely grave after death, can tear you apart. When Ewan McGreggor asked Tom Hanks, "Do you believe in God?", he was asking, "Do you know God exists?" Tom Hanks couldn't answer yes or no because he didn't know if His extistence is true, and if it can be proven, but more importantly, if he could believe it. "I'm an academic. I don't have the ability of faith."
After the movie, we were standing around, taking pictures and waiting for Paul's dad, when JJ, Mark, Jan, and other guys I used to know and love walked by. "Hey, it's Jean Rose!" They didn't stop to hug, I almost did. We've had too much between all of us to deny it, but as with the average joe, love for someone dies when you don't see them or are given reason to hate them. I fear that I reserve love for those who others deem unworthy of the attention, but I don't know why. Perhaps the answer is embedded in my name forever. When I was dropped off, I almost passed out on my bed again.
it's snowing!
When I got home, a lot more happened, but I'm kindda tired of writing, so here's a preview.
such a pretty house!
i'm not a creeper.
When we got to my house, only the tv was on and my dad wasn't there. So we changed and watched a little of the first quarter, when I realized I might need my jacket that night. When I disappeared into my room, I could hear my dad getting surprised that A was in our living room and I wasn't there. Hahaha. I think she told him she would drop we off, but we both knew that wasn't going to happen ;]
Upon arriving at Marie Calendar's, A scratched her black car door on a nice, white Lexus. Hopefully she wasn't found out later. Haha. I called A to see if we were still on for that night, but he said his mom was going out and even though we never get to go out, his mom reaally never gets to go out, so I guess I had to stay. I was so full, and Marie Calendar's smelled like armpit, and there was all this food, I was going to barf my liver out. No kidding. Finally, A called and YAY we could go out with the band and the girlfriends haha. So I ditched A. Just kidding, I told her ahead of time, but really, if I stayed there, I think I kindda would've been bored, and would have only stayed there for like, the food. But I was ridiculously full anyway, so I would've just continued playing Cooking Mama. Haha.
my eye is retarded. but we look older now.
A picked me up and we headed to the theatre. We met up with the group, who were all in GameStop hahaha, and bought tickets to see Angels and Demons. The theatre was kindda packed, but there were a few seats, so I sat with A up top and everyone else got full-faced action down below, oh yea. That was actually a really good movie. I wasn't offended by it, only because I'm not Catholic, and really, I kindda agreed with how the Vatican was depicted. A Holy Roman empire, funded by worshippers of God who worship the Pope and the Papacy first. I don't mean to sound crude, but that's how it was depicted, and I would have shown it the same way. Overall, the Vatican did appear sanctive and holy, traditional and beautiful, majestic and powerful with ancient tales not all of us can understand. But I just don't agree with having to go through a whole religious government, to have a connection with God. There was a part where Tom Hanks was asked by Obi-won (Ewan McGreggor oooh!), if he believed in God. And in my mind, as simple as the question was, "Do you believe in God" was still so biased because a Catholic priest was asking a man who studied Catacism and the Vatican works, in order to disprove its religious authority and expose its control over the masses. What would have upset me if I wasn't so chill being with A and practically lying down on the comfy theatre seats, haha, was if Ewan McGreggor wasn't a priest, if Tom Hanks wasn't who he was, and it was just one man asking himself, a part of him a skeptic and a part of him a question for the skeptic. I would have been upset because the director could have taken it either way-- either the Roman Catholic church is wrong, or maybe just not right for some, or that God in His entirety is a concept of man, and merely a belief. Thankfully, that didn't happen. Tom Hanks told Ewan McGreggor that he didn't have the gift of faith, or the ability to receive that gift. Whatever happened to "When there's a will, there's a way"? The only way there can be a will is if a want is present, and for the desire to be there, it's all a matter of exposure to decide if something is wanted or unwanted. Of course, Tom Hanks researched history of the Vactican and Roman Catholicism, and his character was exposed to it significantly moreso than the average Catholic, but I'm not sure if it was or is for any of us, correct to deny ourselves of our abilities, whether we can or cannot believe in something that could change our lives. I can believe in Allah, I can be a devout Buddhist. But I want because I don't want to, as simple, and as harsh as that. I choose not to, because I don't want to. I keep an open mind about all teachings, because there is truth in every religion to some extent, but an open mind only makes a strong spirit when one is passionate and holds fast to what they value the most. You can have an open mind, but with all good, there is bad, and the only bad side to having an open mind is being vacillated by the different mindsets, theologies, philosophies, and opinions of the world. The most beautiful part about having an open mind is having the ability to stand against the currents of all trends, no matter how authoritative they may be with proven science, calculations, and essays. The scary thing is knowing everything has a parallel. When you know there very well may be a Heaven for you, there is also a Hell. When you know there is a God, you know there is an evil out to get you. When you know there is life and love, there is death and hate. But when you're caught in the middle, knowing you're only half alive, knowing there is so much hate in the world, and questioning if God exists or if you'll be in a lonely grave after death, can tear you apart. When Ewan McGreggor asked Tom Hanks, "Do you believe in God?", he was asking, "Do you know God exists?" Tom Hanks couldn't answer yes or no because he didn't know if His extistence is true, and if it can be proven, but more importantly, if he could believe it. "I'm an academic. I don't have the ability of faith."
After the movie, we were standing around, taking pictures and waiting for Paul's dad, when JJ, Mark, Jan, and other guys I used to know and love walked by. "Hey, it's Jean Rose!" They didn't stop to hug, I almost did. We've had too much between all of us to deny it, but as with the average joe, love for someone dies when you don't see them or are given reason to hate them. I fear that I reserve love for those who others deem unworthy of the attention, but I don't know why. Perhaps the answer is embedded in my name forever. When I was dropped off, I almost passed out on my bed again.
it's snowing!
When I got home, a lot more happened, but I'm kindda tired of writing, so here's a preview.
Sunday, May 24:
Text Message
(cleaned up from text form to grammatically accurate. from 11:38 to 11:42am this morning)Text Message
"Now, it's becoming clear why you did this to me. And I knew I was right all along... You know, it's really messed up what you did, and I fucking hate you for it. Now if you don't mind, I want all my stuff back, especially my dvd collection. Give it to Vianca at school because I can never look you in the eye, I hate you this much. I regret ever meeting you. Also kindly tell Mark to never fucking show his face ever to me, you know me and what I'm capable of doing."
Never fuckin ends, does it. MTV should be paying me -_-
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