May 25, 2004 2:28AM
I've Been To Heaven TWICE and Back
Wow. I don't even know where to start. It's like I took my life, kicked it in the crotch, then gave it a winning lottery ticket... wait.. does that makes sense?
It's all such a blur.. especially Thursday and Friday..
Thursday: Went to Dave/Kurt/Amos's (which will now be referred to as THE bands house), around 3pm. Ally arrived shortly after, as did the rest of the people coming. Our trip began, as did the pouring rain, and it was Kurt, Owen and Myself smushed in the backseat of a very small car, discussing every imaginable topic, from intelligent musical discussion, to poop and boobies. I loved it, getting to know Kurt and hanging out with Owen. About 4 and a half hours of driving around, we finally got to the Vatikan, in Toronto. After Amos set the car alarm off for about five minutes and us laughing a lot, Ally and I went in, went to the bathroom, and then went for a walk down the street. Eventually we arrived at a payphone and a variety store, where Ally got some money out and I called Emily on the phone. We ended up eating some Pizza Pizza, went back to the Vatikan, claimed a couch and then hung out with the guys.
The show, or rather, the band, rocked so much hard ass, that I couldn't hold back my 'I WANT YOUR SEX' screams, to which Owen responded with the natural 'throw hands up in the air and scream yeah!' response. I also got a wave and wink from Dave, and.. and.. a TWIRL AND TOSS from Amos! and Kurt flailed around and bled. BUT, god damn, my boys put on a fucking show. I'm so proud to call those guys my friends, and I can't wait until the next few shows. Anyway, I could go on and on about their performance, but you can just read about it in the thread about it on the message board, located here: http://www.prettygods.com/board. So yeah, I ended up leaving with Owen and friends (Apashia), and crashed at their house.
Friday: Oh god. This was the worst morning/early afternoon of my entire life, EVER.. at least physically speaking. IMPORTANT: if your name is Emily, stop reading this paragraph. I threw up so many times, and so often, that my throat was raw, to the point that I couldn't drink, eat or swallow my own saliva. It was sooooo bad... I can even put it into words. I'm pretty sure I embarrased the hell out of Owen, and I was too out of it to even give a shit, so I just kept going from the bathroom, back to the couch. That lasted until about 3pm, when I finally felt good enough to stand, and stay standing. I called Emily at JJs and arranged a meeting. I'd meet her at the subway. So, I grabbed all my crap together, and stumbled out the door. I was dying of dehydration, so I went to a newsstand thing in the subway and bought fuzzy peaches (why? I have no fucking clue). Well, I sat down beside this totally cute emo boy who was writing in his journal (hahahaha) and looked around a bit. Then, out of nowhere I just offered him some fuzzy peaches. He kinda chuckled at me and said no. After a few minutes he left. I then discovered I couldn't even eat the peaches, because it felt like I was swallowing a giant, scrapey death device of scrapyness and death, so I put them away, and walked back over to the stand and bought a Coke! Finally.. something that makes sense right? yeah well, I couldn't drink either. So after I was finished wasting money on stuff I couldn't consume, I sat back down, dizzily, and rested. I was watching the world walk by in black and white, everyone looked the same, nothing stood out. the greys faded together and it was just a blur. I'm not sure how long I sat there, watching the bland, black and white world whiz by, but out of the corner of my eye, this burst of energy appeared, breaking through this black and white facade.. it was Emily, and she was so beautiful. There was just this glow.. surrounding her.. blow your mind kinda stuff.
Saturday: I could go into detail but I'm having an unimaginably difficult time concentrating on writing. I've compeletly lost any will to write but I'm going to force it out. It's giving me a headache and a feeling inside like I'm going to explode.. but meh! Saturday, guess? I hung out with Emily and JJ, my two new bestfriends.
Sunday: It's funny because I honestly don't remember. Obviously though, I hung out with JJ and Emily, and I enjoyed myself greatly.
Monday: Went to value village with the girls and stole from the drop off place. Yes, I'm evil. but I'm poor and evil, so that's justification. After that, we hung around the house, and eventually went to go watch Fireworks. Blah blah blah, my minds gonna implode on itself anysecond now. soooo hard to keep typing. Then Emily and I went back to her place, and now she's sleeping, and I'm writing this.
Currently: Now I PROMISE I will revise this entry. I WILL add an unimaginble amount of detail, as well as my fears as of right now (SWEET JESUS THATS A LOT OF MIRROR). So, check back.. sometime. I'll be home, and bored by Thursday, so.. maybe then? I don't know. Stop asking me.
Edit: Okay, I lied, I'm not adding anything to this entry. haha, fuckers.
I'm gonna lay down, eat chips, drink coke and blow my nose, and hope that TV is soooo boring that I take my pills.
Just thought I'd let you guys and gals know that I'm still alive, and NOT dead. I'm actually quite far from dead. Thanks Emily.
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- I lived with Ben on Cartier
- I was with Emily
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