arienettelyn's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the ramblings of a sick sick child i haven't written all weekend...which is pretty fucking funny, since i didn't do a damn thing. or...well...i worked on friday. had the Customer from Hell. and i'm not kidding. she literally made me shake with anger. it didn't help that by friday night i had this horrible stomach ache and side was aching from the brand new show. it was a pretty sucky night. saturday, i did some of my mom's work, then went out to dinner with my grandmother. later i went to the drive in with my brother. we saw freaky friday and freddy vs. jason. haha. freaky friday creeped me out. and also made me laugh a lot. so did freddy vs. jason. that goalie's pissed about something!!!! holy crap i nearly wet myself...except i thought the ending sucked. how anticlimactic. but whatever. later we watched donnie darko, and i was quite tired. it was alright. hurt my head though. cuz..i had to think and stuff. sunday, i woke up sick and didn't do much all day. i went to cvs looking quite scrubby to get some cold medicine, and the goddamn check engine light is back on....ahh! then i came home, did a ton of school work, played guitar...and...tried to go to bed at 9:30. didn't fall asleep until after midnight though, god dammit. today, i'm even sicker and i just want to die, but instead i had to go to school and in a few minutes, work. i would just like to reiterate how much chemistry sucks. CHEMISTRY SUCKS!!! the coheed/thursday/thrice tour is coming to the roseland! i nearly died when i found out. and by nearly died i mean...i bought tickets. it's over 2 months away but it's gonna be so fucking awesome. at mtv2.com, you can stream thursday's new album. the whole fucking thing. as you all SHOULD know, since i never shut up about it, the album doesn't come out till september 16, which is next tuesday. i don't WANT to stream it at mtv2.com...but...guess what i'm doing right now? well. ok. i let myself listen to one song. one song that i hadn't already heard. i picked m. shepard and i've just been listening to that one over and over. see i have SOME restraint. of course...i have a whole other week to be greedy and listen to the rest of it. heh...i was just looking at the song titles...when i get the new album, only 6 of them will be new to me. that is, if i can keep myself from listening to anymore. i'm so terrible. but hey, just because i don't want to listen to it doesn't mean you shouldn't!!! (plug plug plug). uhh...no one cares so let's move on! oh man...i was gonna move on but i totally remembered i wanted to write about my dream...which, unfortunately involved thursday, but that's not why i want to write about it. i was at a thursday show, with some unidentified friend, and we were kinda near the back, but when thursday came out the pit just opened up like crazy and i got pushed up to the front row and i was on the edge of the stage and geoff was right there, screaming his head off, except no noise was coming out!!! come to think about it...i don't think i could hear anything the band did. they were all playing, but no sound. just the sound of the crowd. and they were all singing along, and for some reason, even though i knew the song, i couldn't sing along, not at all! and i felt really stupid, and geoff noticed and made these horrible faces at me! and then...right before they played jet black new year they brought out this framed picture of them in times square and freakin newman from seinfeld is in the picture too, naked in a corner somewhere. and then like....newman is at the show too, and appears out of nowhere. fucking WEIRD. anyway, when they start playing paris in flames, i wake up. fucking shit. i was so pissed, i tried to go back to sleep! so yeah...the dream creeped me out. i tried to figure out what it might mean, but the only thing i can make out of it is that the band's silent, and in dreams, dumbness supposedly represents death. so...if thursday all die anytime soon, i'll totally be like....yeah, i told you so. i think it might have something to do with being an outsider...i don't know. i know its weird talking about dreams, but i only remember mine very infrequently this vividly, so...screw you. :) well...i gotta get ready for work. peace! 3:59 p.m. - 2003-09-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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