It's true. In the temporary tattoo line at Spring-In today. It took me 5 minutes to first decide I wanted to talk to him, and then 10 more to rehearse what I was going to say. It still went pretty awkwardly. He was very chatty, although his hands we shyly shoved in his pockets. It made me less nervous. Overall I'd say the interaction went a solidly as it could have and I look forward to prollllly never speaking to him again.
...Ricky.
"Weightless" by: All Time (shawty get) Lowww
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Believe you me...
Oh the stories I could tell you; the scandal, the gossip, the lives. The random nights that became epic and the outfits that made us legendary. I seem to live by the phrase, "it's the flash flashy eyes that make it worth while." It would be Mercy Mercedes who wrote my mantra. The scene is predictably unpredictable and through some tears I just can't get enough of it's poison. "You are the taste of something sweet and I'm tangled in the sheets." I would be All Time Low that makes sense this morning. The kind of love I know doesn't adhere to the quote at the bottom of my page; "Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. -Aristotle" ...Maybe of a single song inflating two hearts. Or a single glance burning two memories. The love I know is acceptably temporary, "because attention's like a fire." Fires don't last so much as they are brilliant mid-life. I see great things in the ashes; things I cannot touch, but can still feel the warmth of.
The mornings after always seem to house themselves in ballet class, a realization that brings a nauseous smile to my face. Somebody needs to re-invent the word 'bittersweet' because dance just emanates above and beyond it's current definition. Dance is a different kind of love: "Dedication takes a lifetime, but dreams only last for a night." Dance is my life, these boys with guitars are my nights.
Taylor Swift said in her AMCA acceptance speech that if she's spent more than 5 minutes with you, she's written a song about you. Well...if I've spent more than an evening with you, I've loved you. Such a sleeve-worn heart, so complicated in its simplicity.
When I was a toddler I firmly believed my name was Cindy. So much so in fact, that my poor mother was questioned by a Toys 'R Us security guard on the terms of abduction since she was trying to hush an Erica and I was screaming and crying that my name was Cindy. What an imaginative little monster. Now they call me Ricky, and I think that's just another one of my many outfits that I like to parade around in. My life is like one fabulous game of dress up and I really don't mind that one bit.
I like catching the music in people; one dancer in a room of 18 taps her fingers to the beat. I disagree with the way our dance teachers are asking for energy within the music- they're wanting us to give it the way they hear it, rather than accepting an alternate interpretation. That's not art, it's mimicking. They are not people I'd like to see us mimick. And who wants to be copied? I read the cover of All Time Low's So Wrong It's Right album and at the bottom in slight lettering it assertively states, "Unauthorized duplicators will have their homes burned to the ground by the band." I laughed out loud in the middle of dance class and got a sharp look from the instructor. Maybe he just needs to get over his life and have a night.
"So Wrong It's Right"- what an excellent statement. My other relevant line is, "This scene ain't picture perfect, but picture this; a thousand photographs we'll miss." I probably don't know what is wrong and right anymore, not in the real world at least. But for me in mine, there can be right in the wrong and almost every wrong feels right. Temporary love. If I have spent more than one evening with you, I have loved you. I have loved your stupid taste in style, and your uneven haircut. I've loved your brutal honesty and the effort behind your 'cute smile.' I've loved how wrong it is to love all of you and how flammable I feel around us. "And that should be enough."
We are shameless. And you really should be jealous that we're young and in love. I lead a life of behind the scene acoustic versions and terribly cute lies. And I can honestly say that I am completely infected.
"Hips sway and lips lie,
like clockwork she's in control
of all the right guys and I'm still waiting!
Fitted hats and a car alarm,
her high tops with her favorite song,
she's showing off the way she walks.
It's on...."
...Ricky.
"Stay Awake" by All Time Low
The mornings after always seem to house themselves in ballet class, a realization that brings a nauseous smile to my face. Somebody needs to re-invent the word 'bittersweet' because dance just emanates above and beyond it's current definition. Dance is a different kind of love: "Dedication takes a lifetime, but dreams only last for a night." Dance is my life, these boys with guitars are my nights.
Taylor Swift said in her AMCA acceptance speech that if she's spent more than 5 minutes with you, she's written a song about you. Well...if I've spent more than an evening with you, I've loved you. Such a sleeve-worn heart, so complicated in its simplicity.
When I was a toddler I firmly believed my name was Cindy. So much so in fact, that my poor mother was questioned by a Toys 'R Us security guard on the terms of abduction since she was trying to hush an Erica and I was screaming and crying that my name was Cindy. What an imaginative little monster. Now they call me Ricky, and I think that's just another one of my many outfits that I like to parade around in. My life is like one fabulous game of dress up and I really don't mind that one bit.
I like catching the music in people; one dancer in a room of 18 taps her fingers to the beat. I disagree with the way our dance teachers are asking for energy within the music- they're wanting us to give it the way they hear it, rather than accepting an alternate interpretation. That's not art, it's mimicking. They are not people I'd like to see us mimick. And who wants to be copied? I read the cover of All Time Low's So Wrong It's Right album and at the bottom in slight lettering it assertively states, "Unauthorized duplicators will have their homes burned to the ground by the band." I laughed out loud in the middle of dance class and got a sharp look from the instructor. Maybe he just needs to get over his life and have a night.
"So Wrong It's Right"- what an excellent statement. My other relevant line is, "This scene ain't picture perfect, but picture this; a thousand photographs we'll miss." I probably don't know what is wrong and right anymore, not in the real world at least. But for me in mine, there can be right in the wrong and almost every wrong feels right. Temporary love. If I have spent more than one evening with you, I have loved you. I have loved your stupid taste in style, and your uneven haircut. I've loved your brutal honesty and the effort behind your 'cute smile.' I've loved how wrong it is to love all of you and how flammable I feel around us. "And that should be enough."
We are shameless. And you really should be jealous that we're young and in love. I lead a life of behind the scene acoustic versions and terribly cute lies. And I can honestly say that I am completely infected.
"Hips sway and lips lie,
like clockwork she's in control
of all the right guys and I'm still waiting!
Fitted hats and a car alarm,
her high tops with her favorite song,
she's showing off the way she walks.
It's on...."
...Ricky.
"Stay Awake" by All Time Low
Monday, April 13, 2009
Addiction is my Sweetest Quality (weekend part 4)
How perfect. What a more fitting way to end a book than a blow-my-mind random, are you sure that really just happened few days. Oh this book...the places it's been with me! I should start by mentioning that there were 3 more pages in it to manuscript, but as fate would have it I was in need to rip them out to jot down license and insurance information for the accident I got in on the Cross Island. I tried hard not to be upset, but some mouthy tow truck man spoke to me like I was 12 because I was a girl and told me my car would blow up if I drove it. I ran to Mike when he came to sit with me and take me home. He was the bfg in the beginning of this book, and despite murky middle pages, I'm so lucky to see him in the end of it.
I think we are just in love with being in love with our youth. Mike decided that coming to a party would make me feel better, actually he decided that seeing certain people at this party would make me feel better, plus he wanted guaranteed sidekickness, so...a few hours later I was exhausted but outfitted and on my way to Jason Aron's with 3/5 of This Condition.
I'm not sure the party was what I expected, but the faces there did bring me back to my own reality. If twitter allowed longer post I would have @replied Mike, Nate, Ant, SOK, Jay, Devin Wore Black, Sam Wore Black and Ashley, Kevin, RobStereo, Bri Bri (as a wasted birthday boy), Chris Parking, CalLiveStereo, and Jason Aron. And the police. The scene was questionable, if not entertaining and the highlights in my memory include, Mike going ahead with his beer pong shot with a 22-yr old ID, Nate's big blue mouthiness, those girls that were freaking out, suggesting Devin offer the cop a beer, Rob asking Kev to try to shut Brian up in Jason's room, suggesting we bribe the cops with Jason's We The Kings and Boys Like Girls stuff for their daughters, and of course, Jason bumping into the cop so that the IDs flew across the room and fell all over Sean O'Kane and into the couch cushions. Niice. After people had fled the party seemed significantly more chill. We got highly entertained by a mix of Devin and Cal, who told me his name was short for California and that he played guitar in Panic at the Disco. I called it even since I had him believing I sung for a band called Stereo Skyline. Although we all hugged each other (again) like we would never see each other again...I found myself amongst them all at the one and only Valet Parking Taco Bell. Here I laughed as girls giggled to recognize Mr. Stereo, Jay and Mike held cheese in their drunken beards as they held serious conversations, and Chris Parking initiated conversation with some girl with, "wow, how's your sister?" Kevin ate 3 meals. Chris gestured with a full cup of soda in his hand. Rob, Brian, and Cal almost ran us over in the parking lot, and I got plenty of silly attention.
An estranged wise man once said,
"I am the NOTEBOOK." -Pablo Picasso
I am these stories, in these books, with these words. And so with a smile, a wink, and a lyric, I sign off one more time saying love only and god bless the scene girls.
...Ricky.
"Weightless" by: All Time Low
"Young Hollywood" by: More Amor
"I Wanna" by: All American Rejects
"Five Tens in Harlem" by: Stereo Skyline
"new song" by: This Condition
"Ocean" by: Score 24
I think we are just in love with being in love with our youth. Mike decided that coming to a party would make me feel better, actually he decided that seeing certain people at this party would make me feel better, plus he wanted guaranteed sidekickness, so...a few hours later I was exhausted but outfitted and on my way to Jason Aron's with 3/5 of This Condition.
I'm not sure the party was what I expected, but the faces there did bring me back to my own reality. If twitter allowed longer post I would have @replied Mike, Nate, Ant, SOK, Jay, Devin Wore Black, Sam Wore Black and Ashley, Kevin, RobStereo, Bri Bri (as a wasted birthday boy), Chris Parking, CalLiveStereo, and Jason Aron. And the police. The scene was questionable, if not entertaining and the highlights in my memory include, Mike going ahead with his beer pong shot with a 22-yr old ID, Nate's big blue mouthiness, those girls that were freaking out, suggesting Devin offer the cop a beer, Rob asking Kev to try to shut Brian up in Jason's room, suggesting we bribe the cops with Jason's We The Kings and Boys Like Girls stuff for their daughters, and of course, Jason bumping into the cop so that the IDs flew across the room and fell all over Sean O'Kane and into the couch cushions. Niice. After people had fled the party seemed significantly more chill. We got highly entertained by a mix of Devin and Cal, who told me his name was short for California and that he played guitar in Panic at the Disco. I called it even since I had him believing I sung for a band called Stereo Skyline. Although we all hugged each other (again) like we would never see each other again...I found myself amongst them all at the one and only Valet Parking Taco Bell. Here I laughed as girls giggled to recognize Mr. Stereo, Jay and Mike held cheese in their drunken beards as they held serious conversations, and Chris Parking initiated conversation with some girl with, "wow, how's your sister?" Kevin ate 3 meals. Chris gestured with a full cup of soda in his hand. Rob, Brian, and Cal almost ran us over in the parking lot, and I got plenty of silly attention.
An estranged wise man once said,
"I am the NOTEBOOK." -Pablo Picasso
I am these stories, in these books, with these words. And so with a smile, a wink, and a lyric, I sign off one more time saying love only and god bless the scene girls.
...Ricky.
"Weightless" by: All Time Low
"Young Hollywood" by: More Amor
"I Wanna" by: All American Rejects
"Five Tens in Harlem" by: Stereo Skyline
"new song" by: This Condition
"Ocean" by: Score 24
Humor is my Fiercest Quality (weekend part 3)
My body was shaky with exhaustion but I just couldn't stop going. I stopped for coffee on the way to CT because I was falling asleep at the wheel, was minimally disgruntled by a man not knowing how to make a latte that I literally needed to stay alive. But I walked backed to the parking lot and meddled around a streetlight pole littered with stickers until I found a band I knew, smiled at the Styrofoam Junkies pride, and got back in the car.
Easter this year was in the middle ground of New Haven, and you just can't get more random than that. I spent the day in absolute hysterics, redoing my makeup 3 times because my family is just too freakin funny. Though I'm sure you had to be there, these are things I recorded:
Bobby, all bothered, enters the elevator. "Figures," he huffs, "No sports section in the damn Wall Street Journal."
We parked next to a big white van at the hotel that my Dad reported had pulled in real late last night and left beer cans around the tires. Sure signs! I tried to discreetly peek in the windows for a glimpse of road cases and bass caps. Bobby harrassed me, "Ohh Erica's gonna write in her journal now- 'I almost had a run-in with fate. I almost saw a band, they probably would have known me.' loll.
"Kudos Daddy!" -Bobby
Mom- "Slow down so we can read the signs..."
Dad- "We are doing 21 Roxane!"
Parked by the wharf:
Bob- "We look like a bunch of terrorists right now."
Dad- "Oh yeah?"
Me- "Terrorists, Bob?"
Bob- "TOURISTS maybe."
Dad- "They're cameras not guns, Bob!"
Bob- "Psht, same thing with Mom!"
Silence in the truck. Then, Mom:
"I think I just saw a drug deal."
Silence.
"The guy walked up to a door. One guy gave him something. He gave the one guy something. There was an EXCHANGE."
Silence.
"I'm telling you, you guys think I'm crazy but I saw a drug deal!"
Mom- "Gimme some of those M&M's, I'm getting nauseous."
Dad- "From what?? Lack of food??"
Mom- "Noo...from looking at the water."
Bob- "Uh ohh be careful Mom, it's raining out. Don't look!"
Mom made Dad turn down a tightly spaced driveway insisting that it was not permit parking only despite a big red sign. She was wrong.
Dad- "Now it's gonna take me like- a 40 point turn to get the hell outta here!!"
Mom- "Okay let's see...1....2....oh...You made it in SIX!"
My Mom wanted to "just hang out" in the parking garage all day. "Eddie, park in a big spot in case we wanna party later!"
No comment, to any of the above. Lol. After having an Easter dinner of finger foods in an Irish pub, we drove opposite ways on I-95.
Easter this year was in the middle ground of New Haven, and you just can't get more random than that. I spent the day in absolute hysterics, redoing my makeup 3 times because my family is just too freakin funny. Though I'm sure you had to be there, these are things I recorded:
Bobby, all bothered, enters the elevator. "Figures," he huffs, "No sports section in the damn Wall Street Journal."
We parked next to a big white van at the hotel that my Dad reported had pulled in real late last night and left beer cans around the tires. Sure signs! I tried to discreetly peek in the windows for a glimpse of road cases and bass caps. Bobby harrassed me, "Ohh Erica's gonna write in her journal now- 'I almost had a run-in with fate. I almost saw a band, they probably would have known me.' loll.
"Kudos Daddy!" -Bobby
Mom- "Slow down so we can read the signs..."
Dad- "We are doing 21 Roxane!"
Parked by the wharf:
Bob- "We look like a bunch of terrorists right now."
Dad- "Oh yeah?"
Me- "Terrorists, Bob?"
Bob- "TOURISTS maybe."
Dad- "They're cameras not guns, Bob!"
Bob- "Psht, same thing with Mom!"
Silence in the truck. Then, Mom:
"I think I just saw a drug deal."
Silence.
"The guy walked up to a door. One guy gave him something. He gave the one guy something. There was an EXCHANGE."
Silence.
"I'm telling you, you guys think I'm crazy but I saw a drug deal!"
Mom- "Gimme some of those M&M's, I'm getting nauseous."
Dad- "From what?? Lack of food??"
Mom- "Noo...from looking at the water."
Bob- "Uh ohh be careful Mom, it's raining out. Don't look!"
Mom made Dad turn down a tightly spaced driveway insisting that it was not permit parking only despite a big red sign. She was wrong.
Dad- "Now it's gonna take me like- a 40 point turn to get the hell outta here!!"
Mom- "Okay let's see...1....2....oh...You made it in SIX!"
My Mom wanted to "just hang out" in the parking garage all day. "Eddie, park in a big spot in case we wanna party later!"
No comment, to any of the above. Lol. After having an Easter dinner of finger foods in an Irish pub, we drove opposite ways on I-95.
Epicness is my Cutest Quality (weekend part 2)
Score 24 Practice:
Maybe it's that it's been a whole week since I've been to a show. Maybe it's that last night I actually hung out with someone not of the music genre. Maybe it's just that this music makes the blood in my veins smile.
"I'll make your summer so regrettable" The lighting is one row of fluorescent lights and the only other illumination comes from the tiny red glow on their amps, but it is enough to see these paragraphs unfold. Band boys let it all hang out; all their flaws, all their emotions. I like seeing the grunge up close, it's infectious. And I feel pretty sickened with smirks in this room right now. Seeing band boys on non-show days is even more interesting to me than watching them work a venue. Their attire isn't as crisp, not as matchable to lights and staring games. I like how they wear old skinnys and awkward thermals. I like how they save boxer briefs for appearances and dont care that off-day boxers are less graceful. I like how they don't do their hair and it looks better than it does when they do. I like how they try to hold my attention regardless of all of this. After every song or whenever it's quiet enough to hear himself really, Rob makes some sort of gasping sex noise into the microphone. He sings the verses in X-chromosome favored pitches and wiggles retardedly every chance he gets. Yet however goofy, there's something that makes it hott rather than annoying. Maybe its the gadget he holds in his arms. I feel so impaired around them and the amps they plug into. And I hate when he winks at me too, I get thrown off and definitely in a noticeable way. Yet i love how everything in front of me makes sense; Paul sipping coffee in between songs, Jay sitting on an amp looking down as he plays, Ryan wearing no shoes and gym shorts, Rob...being Rob. They seriously attempt to play one of their songs backwards, and then spend 10 minutes re-writing it to sound like The Beatles. I've been around a lot of seriousness lately; member in and outs, secrets, technical issues, tour paperwork, but Score brings this life back to its purest form. This music they're playing in front of me doesn't bleed, it breathes. It laughs. How could Jay say it wasn't different from a tC or stereo practice? Paul is dancing like a Russian? It is all the difference. This band is good for Jay, they play to play, not to get famous or to get laid. Maybe a little to get laid.
I get a lot of attention in this practice, and I'm not sure of what to do with it. Its actually preferred that I don't keep quiet, which throws me off. Rob sings his parts, Joey's old parts, Paul's parts, and parts that were never even written. Ryan is just good. So very good. If Paul wasn't at least somewhat serious, they'd get nothing done. They'd just watch Rob laugh at himself. They pick up playing Coheed and Cambria's "Welcome Home," all parts just suddenly falling into place. It sounds like it's their song to practice. I'm impressed, potentially even turned on...then Rob starts screaming operatically into the mic aaand we're back to Score 24 practice lol. I've already started not answering texts from those pursuers of the non-musical state, only proving that I am a scene girl at heart as well as in dress. So to answer my own mental question of where the battle royale comes in this time around, it's here; guy versus all my band boy adventures. Poor kid doesn't stand a chance.
Because all games bear excitement and the best life is the random one, Jay and I left Score 24 practice only to weasle out of plans and drive to the Broadway Mall for Set In Color's Hot Topic set. Turns out everyone who swore they wouldn't come showed up anyways, not because we like Set In Color or because we particularly wanted to see certain members of it, but because we wanted to be amongst ourselves and this is where the scene was tonight. I didn't write about the set or the signing, I didn't know how to honestly without offending new In Color's that I care about. I will say that I had fun with Sometimes Jamie, and loved hearing whispers about the group of band boys I belonged to but was not standing with. Yeah, I know that's Mike from This Condition, and I've heard mention of Stereo Skyline. My heart felt sick but I could stomach seeing Villani sign an ipod and just laughed out of unexpectancy at the bassist's wink. We saw the food court and the Easter Bunny with Score, and heard horrifically detailed Jerry Parking tour stories before going separate ways.
With Jay at the wheel and Mike's kickass playlist in the speakers, we somehow found SOK's bedroom. After brief analysis there, we set out for food. However, we got hungry and stopped for a snack on the way to food, thus imbibing slurpees as our second 7Eleven meal of the day. Turns out the food we actually got to was a bowl of pretzels in Seaford at some costume party we found DocRock (copyright SOK) at. I'm not really sure how we got there, bc I looked backwards and fell in and out of naps the whole night, but I do know there was one dude totally lovin his DJing skillz and singing loudly to pretty much no one but himself. Legendary. We @reliped too much and tweeted our fingers off, then got back in the car and I don't know...looped Long Island again? I only know that that playlist was great.
After realizing I was starving and stopping for snack #3 at 7Eleven, I got home at 3am to wake up at 5am and drive to Connecticut for makeshift Easter. Count 'em; hours slept, about 2.
Maybe it's that it's been a whole week since I've been to a show. Maybe it's that last night I actually hung out with someone not of the music genre. Maybe it's just that this music makes the blood in my veins smile.
"I'll make your summer so regrettable" The lighting is one row of fluorescent lights and the only other illumination comes from the tiny red glow on their amps, but it is enough to see these paragraphs unfold. Band boys let it all hang out; all their flaws, all their emotions. I like seeing the grunge up close, it's infectious. And I feel pretty sickened with smirks in this room right now. Seeing band boys on non-show days is even more interesting to me than watching them work a venue. Their attire isn't as crisp, not as matchable to lights and staring games. I like how they wear old skinnys and awkward thermals. I like how they save boxer briefs for appearances and dont care that off-day boxers are less graceful. I like how they don't do their hair and it looks better than it does when they do. I like how they try to hold my attention regardless of all of this. After every song or whenever it's quiet enough to hear himself really, Rob makes some sort of gasping sex noise into the microphone. He sings the verses in X-chromosome favored pitches and wiggles retardedly every chance he gets. Yet however goofy, there's something that makes it hott rather than annoying. Maybe its the gadget he holds in his arms. I feel so impaired around them and the amps they plug into. And I hate when he winks at me too, I get thrown off and definitely in a noticeable way. Yet i love how everything in front of me makes sense; Paul sipping coffee in between songs, Jay sitting on an amp looking down as he plays, Ryan wearing no shoes and gym shorts, Rob...being Rob. They seriously attempt to play one of their songs backwards, and then spend 10 minutes re-writing it to sound like The Beatles. I've been around a lot of seriousness lately; member in and outs, secrets, technical issues, tour paperwork, but Score brings this life back to its purest form. This music they're playing in front of me doesn't bleed, it breathes. It laughs. How could Jay say it wasn't different from a tC or stereo practice? Paul is dancing like a Russian? It is all the difference. This band is good for Jay, they play to play, not to get famous or to get laid. Maybe a little to get laid.
I get a lot of attention in this practice, and I'm not sure of what to do with it. Its actually preferred that I don't keep quiet, which throws me off. Rob sings his parts, Joey's old parts, Paul's parts, and parts that were never even written. Ryan is just good. So very good. If Paul wasn't at least somewhat serious, they'd get nothing done. They'd just watch Rob laugh at himself. They pick up playing Coheed and Cambria's "Welcome Home," all parts just suddenly falling into place. It sounds like it's their song to practice. I'm impressed, potentially even turned on...then Rob starts screaming operatically into the mic aaand we're back to Score 24 practice lol. I've already started not answering texts from those pursuers of the non-musical state, only proving that I am a scene girl at heart as well as in dress. So to answer my own mental question of where the battle royale comes in this time around, it's here; guy versus all my band boy adventures. Poor kid doesn't stand a chance.
Because all games bear excitement and the best life is the random one, Jay and I left Score 24 practice only to weasle out of plans and drive to the Broadway Mall for Set In Color's Hot Topic set. Turns out everyone who swore they wouldn't come showed up anyways, not because we like Set In Color or because we particularly wanted to see certain members of it, but because we wanted to be amongst ourselves and this is where the scene was tonight. I didn't write about the set or the signing, I didn't know how to honestly without offending new In Color's that I care about. I will say that I had fun with Sometimes Jamie, and loved hearing whispers about the group of band boys I belonged to but was not standing with. Yeah, I know that's Mike from This Condition, and I've heard mention of Stereo Skyline. My heart felt sick but I could stomach seeing Villani sign an ipod and just laughed out of unexpectancy at the bassist's wink. We saw the food court and the Easter Bunny with Score, and heard horrifically detailed Jerry Parking tour stories before going separate ways.
With Jay at the wheel and Mike's kickass playlist in the speakers, we somehow found SOK's bedroom. After brief analysis there, we set out for food. However, we got hungry and stopped for a snack on the way to food, thus imbibing slurpees as our second 7Eleven meal of the day. Turns out the food we actually got to was a bowl of pretzels in Seaford at some costume party we found DocRock (copyright SOK) at. I'm not really sure how we got there, bc I looked backwards and fell in and out of naps the whole night, but I do know there was one dude totally lovin his DJing skillz and singing loudly to pretty much no one but himself. Legendary. We @reliped too much and tweeted our fingers off, then got back in the car and I don't know...looped Long Island again? I only know that that playlist was great.
After realizing I was starving and stopping for snack #3 at 7Eleven, I got home at 3am to wake up at 5am and drive to Connecticut for makeshift Easter. Count 'em; hours slept, about 2.
Spontaneity is my Freshest Quality (weekend part one)
Alright alright, we need to start blogging again! 140 characters just doesn't blow my mind the same way. Unfortunately there is this gap between my fingers and my brain, Web MD refers to it as "the common cold," but my mother still thinks I'm dying. No Mom, I am not going to urgent care. Consequently, I have just had the most ridiculous and awesome 4 days since...well since the last time I had such an extended adventure, and all I have are notes and half paragraphs characterizing in-moment deets. Maybe I should try and do this now:
Thursday night I innocently sat in Starbucks with Ms. Ashley Chandler visiting Phil and Mandy on their close. We had every intention of doing our work amidst the free caffiene, yet the next thing I knew we were scooping Lo Lo Perez in Officer Matt's car and discovering Ladies' Nite was till 1am at Fallon's. Ah, how quickly it became a Show. I remember everything from the bar; Lo and I drinking lots of terrible wine, flirting cigarettes out of boys standing on the street, and those rich guys who were so entertained with our sarcastic attitudes. We drunk texted a couple of pop scene rockstars...what a terribly fantastic idea that was! Apparently all I wanted to know from Kev was if Travis Clark was nice. lol, thank you for reassuring me Mr. Stereo. I remember we sung Taylor Swift really loud in Phil's car, and that we saw Show Me Jack at the Lantern. The rest I'm pretty sure was "oh no you did not just say that that loud" and "put that away!" A few drunk texts to Jay later I was safe in bed with no inkling that I wouldn't be soundly in it again for the next four days.
Friday was the unplanned day. We were allowed to skip dance, thank god, and I woke up slowly in effort to gently recall details of the night before. The outbox is usually the worst part. This morning it made me laugh. At noon I decided I HAD to have lunch with Jay, but by the time all the texts were exchanged and I actually got my ass into East Meadow, it was about a half hour until Score 24 practice. We got our first meal at 7Eleven and appropriately ate it at a park; apples and peanut butter watching a game of tennis. That Mom was wayy too into her game, let the kid play wall ball with the other hooligans. Then to Ryan24's for practice. I brought my book with every intention of writing as I have in KOS, stereo, tC, and JV3 practices, but even for a scene queen like me this rehearsal was unexpected. Here's what's worth mentioning.....
Thursday night I innocently sat in Starbucks with Ms. Ashley Chandler visiting Phil and Mandy on their close. We had every intention of doing our work amidst the free caffiene, yet the next thing I knew we were scooping Lo Lo Perez in Officer Matt's car and discovering Ladies' Nite was till 1am at Fallon's. Ah, how quickly it became a Show. I remember everything from the bar; Lo and I drinking lots of terrible wine, flirting cigarettes out of boys standing on the street, and those rich guys who were so entertained with our sarcastic attitudes. We drunk texted a couple of pop scene rockstars...what a terribly fantastic idea that was! Apparently all I wanted to know from Kev was if Travis Clark was nice. lol, thank you for reassuring me Mr. Stereo. I remember we sung Taylor Swift really loud in Phil's car, and that we saw Show Me Jack at the Lantern. The rest I'm pretty sure was "oh no you did not just say that that loud" and "put that away!" A few drunk texts to Jay later I was safe in bed with no inkling that I wouldn't be soundly in it again for the next four days.
Friday was the unplanned day. We were allowed to skip dance, thank god, and I woke up slowly in effort to gently recall details of the night before. The outbox is usually the worst part. This morning it made me laugh. At noon I decided I HAD to have lunch with Jay, but by the time all the texts were exchanged and I actually got my ass into East Meadow, it was about a half hour until Score 24 practice. We got our first meal at 7Eleven and appropriately ate it at a park; apples and peanut butter watching a game of tennis. That Mom was wayy too into her game, let the kid play wall ball with the other hooligans. Then to Ryan24's for practice. I brought my book with every intention of writing as I have in KOS, stereo, tC, and JV3 practices, but even for a scene queen like me this rehearsal was unexpected. Here's what's worth mentioning.....
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
i don't know what to say anymore
I have pages and pages in the Book ready to be turned into blogs, but I just haven't the energy of heart to do so. I'm sick, but not uninspired. I'm heartbroken, but not going anywhere. What can I say that will clear my head? And where are the words I want to give to my friends? Lately all I've had time to think about is that playground, and how that was so so long ago. My body is fighting me like a gladiator against doing the things that instantly make me smile. But Scout and Jem are fictional characters I am not scared of and I will sing like Alex Gaskarth through any bout with whooping cough. I scribbled this on a tissue sometime in my past 4 days of deterioration;
Most of my tears are tired ones
and most of my thoughts are biased right now.
Some of my tweets are hopeful,
some of them are blatant lies to fool the @repliers out there.
A few of my songs are new,
yet there are a few that just play over and over and over again.
Little of what I say is definite,
but a little faith can get you a long way.
There is a lot to be thankful for,
besides there's a lot of cities for them to hit.
Every day is another ending; a last chance, a goodbye.
I believe in the flashy eyes.
Every one of them.
Ricky.
"In the Blue" by: We Shot the Moon
Most of my tears are tired ones
and most of my thoughts are biased right now.
Some of my tweets are hopeful,
some of them are blatant lies to fool the @repliers out there.
A few of my songs are new,
yet there are a few that just play over and over and over again.
Little of what I say is definite,
but a little faith can get you a long way.
There is a lot to be thankful for,
besides there's a lot of cities for them to hit.
Every day is another ending; a last chance, a goodbye.
I believe in the flashy eyes.
Every one of them.
Ricky.
"In the Blue" by: We Shot the Moon
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