Bored In College English...

A/N - Ok, so I had a reflective essay to write in Composition & Rhetoric and I decided to write about my experience at Warped Tour this past summer. Tell me what you think if anyone reads this k?

Have you ever wanted something so badly that you thought that you might cry if you didn’t get what you wanted? That was me this past July. I had been waiting for over three years to go to Warped Tour and I actually had tickets this year. Only thing is, three days before the day of the concert I was in Albuquerque, New Mexico crying my eyes out thinking that I wouldn’t make it in time. Now you have to understand, for me this concert was the end all be all concert. It is like Woodstock only not. It happens every year in the summertime and usually has upwards of 70 bands playing every day on about 6-10 stages simultaneously. The definition of Warped Tour on Wikipedia is “a touring music and extreme sports festival.” It is the longest running tour ever, which really tells you something. Many people go every year and I was one of those lucky ones that was going this year. All I had to do was actually get there and have a good time.

My father felt sorry that I wouldn’t be able to go, and told me that he’d meet me in Atlanta the day of the concert, all I had to do was get my mom to leave New Mexico soon. My mom to agree to leave on Sunday. The concert was that coming Tuesday, so we were really pushed for time. The day of the concert we were in Little Rock, Arkansas. Not even my mom was hopeful of getting there on time, but we got there fourhours late, but it was an all day event so that really wasn’t a problem. This day would be the best day of my life, no matter what.

My father and I rode around looking for a parking spot and ended up paying twenty dollars to park in a daycare parking lot. We made our way towards the outdoor venue, me with a Cheshire cat grin and my dad with a sour look on his face. To say that he did not want to be there would have been an under statement. I felt so happy that my dad would do this for me that I was beyond eternally grateful. Especially after him telling me not even three months beforehand that he would never take me to another concert ever again. I was a very happy person that day.

After acquiring the day’s full schedule, we made our way through the venue in search of a good band to see. My father, being the sensible guy that he is (Ha…..not), did not like a single band that was playing, so I had my work cut out for me. We ambled around, looking at all the merchandise that was being sold by the various bands that were playing that day, and I bought a few t-shirts all the while waiting for the bands to start playing. My father and I quickly walked to the first stage and waited for the bands to begin.

I saw several bands that day, but only two were really worth mentioning. My favorite all time band is Escape The Fate. I was so stoked that I would be able to see them play live. After their set was done I quickly ran behind the stage and attempted to get the attention of their bassist Max Green. He gladly took pictures and signed autographs for all of his fans including me. He went on his way and I headed to another stage to see a band called Chiodos. I got to the very front of the barrier (it was really hard, believe me) and screamed along to every song. I did not get to meet anyone from that band, but I did touch the singers foot! Eventually the shows wound down to a halt and it was time to go home. I was more than exhausted and was just about ready to pass out. It was a day that I would cherish and never forget.

In the end, everything turned out exactly how I imagined it would. I got the thing that I had wanted most for the past three years, with the added bonus of many cherished memories. My father and I got to spend some quality time that day and on the road home which was exactly what we needed. Given the chance to repeat that day, I would over and over again. That day was perfect and I will always remember it as long as I live.

If you're the praying kind of person, please pray for my grandpa (his actual name is Charilie Brown...I'm not kidding). He just found out today tthat he had a small aneurism in his aorta, bad plaque build up in his heart, and emphysema. He's 72(ish) years old and has a lot more years left in him. He's too stubborn to die! For Christ's sake he wears a cowboy hat wherever he goes (even if he's wearing jean shorts :( So please please please pray for him. It would mean a whole lot to me if you did.

I'm kinda flattered...
I was randomly looking at my pictures on myspace, and low and behold, the user pic that I have right now of me and the singer/screamer from the band Showbread had 219 views. I knew that that many people did not go to my profile and then I remembered! I tagged the singers myspace. I went to said myspace and took a look around his pictures, and what do I see? On the FIRST page (might I add) was my picture!!!! 219 people actually wanted to get a better look of me and Josh Dies (prolly just Josh ^_^)! Well, let me tell you! I was and am flattered. Oh well, it's 3:30 in the morning and I have church at 9, so I better go to bed, just felt like sharing. <3, bye!!!!

Dead Trees and Suicidal Planets
I woke up this morning at 7:30 to my dad telling me to look at something weird. One of the 3 intertwined trees that is in our back yard fell on our house this morning around 5:45. I didn't even wake up, but it apparently sounded like an earthquake. On a semi-lighter note, there's a planet that is orbiting its star so close  that it's gonna eventually commit suicide by ramming itself into the star. I thought it was funny that the news made it sound like it would happen any day now when in all actuality they said it has about a million years to live. OH NO!!! What a tragedy! ^_^

My Lie Filled Week (Plus a Day)
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Fall Out Boy Concert

Something In The Way - A Kurt Cobain Story

A/N - I wrote this when I was in the eighth grade in 2004 (so that puts me as a senior in high school now), so please bare with me. I don't think that it is very good, but that is for you to decide. ENJOY!!!

I arrive in Seattle, Washington via time machine on April 4th, 1994. This day supposedly was the day before Kurt Cobain was to kill himself. I must find him and stop him from escaping drug rehab and going to a pawn shop to buy a gun at all cost. I must also find his house, throw away all of the drug needles that I can find, and lock all attics and upper rooms. The reason is that all of that leads up to his untimely death.

I go to the pawn shop and tell the owner not to sell Kurt any type of weapon and go to his house. Once I was there, I met an exhausted Courtney Love and told her what I have to do. She agreed immediately, and helped me find all the drug needles/paraphernalia, and to lock all the attic and upper room doors.

Courtney and I wait and wait for Kurt to come home on the outside of the door that leads to the room he killed himself in. When he finally got home, we could tell that he was upset. He had a bag with him and I can probably guess what was in it. the bag said the pawn shop's name. Kurt comes toward us and asks me who the hell I am. Courtney explains that she knows that he was going to kill himself, and that I came from the future to stop him.

Kurt and I became good friends over the next few hours. The next day, the whole family including Kurt, Courtney, their baby daughter Frances Bean, and I went to the movies. We spent the rest of the day wondering around Seattle and having fun. We got our faces painted, and then returned back to Kurt and Courtney's house. Courtney went to put Frances to bed, and I announce that I have to get to my home yet again.

I got in the time machine and set it for April 5th, 2004; the 10th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. I got home and flipped on FUSE and videos are playing. Then suddenly one video catches my eye. It is an old Nirvana video. After it finished, there is a caption under the screen. It says: In remembrance of Kurt Cobain. Loving father, husband, and band-mate. After I read that, I got on the internet and find out how he died. He was hit head on by an eighteen-wheeler while driving to go and visit his grandparents in the nearby city of Aberdeen. I guess that you can never escape your fate.


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