The reason being, I haven't been able to get on a computer for over 2 weeks. Why? Well, it started with a massive migraine that lasted several days. A trip to outpatient didn't do any good, so a trip to the ER was in order. They thought I had meningitius and gave me a spinal tap (omg I freaked out while on hardcore drugs. oooommmmmgggg) turned out to be negative. They pumped me full of pain killers, etc, and sent me home at 5:30 in the morning. I woke up 4 hours later, walked down the stairs, went to get a gatorade and the next thing I knew my dad was shaking me, screaming every curse word invented and I was at the bottom of the basement steps. I immediately thought "Oh my God he pushed me down the stairs, why would he do that?!" I asked what happened, I passed out and fell down 13 stairs. I was cut up all over (pictures on facebook!) and we went back to the ER, stayed there for 2 days. My head and neck were killing me, they thought I had another migraine, it took my doctor a week to figure out I suffered head and neck trauma. I was put on new medication and now, I'm feeling better. I still get headaches, especially if I pull my hair back, chew too much, or it's late in the day, but it's manageable and I'm beyond greatful I didn't die/break my neck.
That was the short version. NOTHING else has been going on in my life, because I've been in a ton of pain, I've missed a shitload of work (like, almost 2 weeks straight) and haven't hung out with anyone. Isolation = bad. I feel lonely.
Last week and this week I've been working with a sub in a TERRIBLE kindergarten class because Ms. H is visiting her daughter who just had a baby. Oh man, me and the sub are DYING. These kids keep chasing each other around, only listen to me (and I'm only in the class half the time because I have lunch duty, among other things) punch each other, call each other horrible names and do not respect authority. So far I've resisted calling Ms. H, but it may change Tuesday because I'm running out of ideas and options on how to control 2 boys in particular who get each other fired/beat up. And she doesn't get back until Friday. GROAN. At least we're off tomorrow.
It's hot. Really hot for November. I don't like it.
- Mood:
bored
Then I smile like a moron and people who glance at me probably think I'm nuts.
Let's see what's new. Well, I didn't lose my job. Actually, the principal never brought the subject up again, soooo that was weird. Now I've gotten in a war with another IA. First, she was assigned my favorite teacher. Then she started making mistakes. A LOT OF SHITTY MISTAKES. Now, being late on occasion is one thing, waltzing in every DAY 5 - 10 minutes late is something else. Today she was over 15 minutes late. I've been moved to the corner (where I swear I'll get jumped or picked up, one first grade teacher joked, once winter comes) So I saw her drive in. I gave her the NASTIEST smirk I think I've ever managed. Oh and then at lunch, we share lunch duty with the kindergartners. She, for whatever reason, believes she needs the microphone. So she'll talk into it. On FREQUENT occassions, she not only gives the kids the mic, but sings songs, or let's them sing songs. Sounds harmless right? HI. WE'RE 5. WE GET REALLY EXCITED WHEN THINGS LIKE THAT HAPPEN. AND WE START SCREAMING ALONG TO SONGS. The woman has NO CLUE what the fuck she's doing in her job, and while I should look at it like I'm lucky to have gone to school to learn to be a teacher and not a friend to my students, the whole situation drives me insane, EVERY DAY. I often scream at her in my head while smiling and nodding "yes of COURSE I understand why you were late and why you don't look good this morning!"
Oh let's talk NFL for a second shall we? BRONCOS ARE 4 - 0. IT WON'T LAST. But NO ONE saw this coming. I cannot be more happy. I was expecting them to maybe make it to .500 and that was a bit of a stretch. They only need to win like, 3 or 4 more and we'll be at .500. They've got a tough couple of games coming up so I'm expecting some losses.... but IT'S OKAY! I've had my Broncos picture up on Facebook for a month now since they keep WINNING. WE'RE WINNERS MAN.
My life pretty much revolves around school and my kids. The other night they (and a small part of my ponytail) were on the nightly news after one of our students (a 7th grader, I didn't know him) was killed in a hit-and-run accident. We learned he saved his 7 year old cousin's life by pushing him out of the way of the car. Oh I almost cried when I heard that. I'm also in the paper, but it's a really far away shot, so it's hard to see me. BUT I KNOW WHERE I AM.
This week started the fruits and veggies program, where we give the kids a healthy snack every day since most don't get these things at home. Today was clementines. We eat along with the kids at the end of the day. So today I'm peeling apart mine and little Israel says very quietly:
"Miss Kessel you were peeling your orange and it pee'd in my eye!"
I actually started CHOKING on my clementine I was laughing so hard. OMG that kid cracks me up!!!!
- Mood: bored
His new CD dropped yesterday, I managed to download it all Saturday and it. is. just. FABULOUS. I would tell all of you to rush out and BUY, BUY, BUY IT NOW, but I can't because I didn't buy his CD and won't. Ever. I borrowed his first from the library and burned it onto iTunes, then this one I pirated off of Limewire. I'm fucking awesome like that. What I'm hoping will happen is that he'll either sell not as much here as he hoped, and will tour in smaller venues (like PNC pavilion!) or he'll sell shitloads and will tour in the bigger venues (like Riverbend!) Either way I could win and WIN BIG.
Secondly, I could be losing my job. I'm not sure and probably won't find out until Friday or Monday. It's a VERY tense situation, teachers are losing their jobs as well. We're all frustrated and I wish the principal wouldn't have said anything about the issue. I'd rather have her spring it on me that day that I'm being let go, instead of freaking out for a WEEK. This could all be for nothing. See, it's senority. Those who have worked longer are safe. Me and this one woman are on the chopping block. I'm much more qualified for the job, have worked with kindgarten for 6 months, and haven't let the kids RAP INTO THE FUCKING MICROPHONE AT LUNCH.
Katrina told me the other day at Oktoberfest (HOLY SHIT PEOPLE. "Zinzinnati" holds the largest celebration in the US. It was AMAZING. So much that I went both days) anyway, that she wants to go back to Germany. Wouldn't mean too much to me, except she doesn't want to take her son. SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. So it looks like I'm going to Germany this coming summer. I've actually convinced her (because where we'll be.... it's hundreds of miles from Munich or Berlin) to buy a train pass for a few days and tour Germany. She said she'd be fine with going to Berlin, which is WONDERFUL because that's where Valkyrie was shot and I can see the REAL BENDLERSTRASSE. Where the REAL Olbricht worked. And the nerd within is FREAKING.
That reminds me, I need to e-mail the author of Codename Valkyrie and An Obsolete Honor back. I've finally read her books and still have some questions, AND I CAN ASK ALL ABOUT THE FATHERLAND! H
- Mood:
contemplative
For the past 2 days I've threatened two boys in class. Yesterday DeShawn decided to push me. I told him, "I swear if you push me again I will throw you through the wall." He retaliated, "No you won't." I shot back, "TRY ME." This kid just KILLS ME everyday. Except today! He was shockingly GOOD all afternoon so he got to play. I even pushed him on the swings. I kept telling him what a good job he was doing and to keep it up, blah blah and I think that really worked. But this is the kid with the bedbug, so I normally try to keep my distance from him. And today, some boy was taking a drink and came over to me with a mouthful of water. He acted like he was going to spit. I said, "Oh my God if you spit that I will punch you in the face." He swallowed. But I really like that boy, Deonnes, so he knew I was kidding, THANKFULLY.
So the other night, Primetime had a special on about shitty kids and their exhausted parents. It was the most interesting thing I've watched since... well last night's MysteryQuest with Hitler's skull. They say positive reinforcement REALLY WORKS. If you constantly give it to them, not just when they do something big, but rewarding them and telling them ALL THE TIME. I unknowingly did this to DeShawn today in Art and he did very well. I mean, he still got up and ran to me to tell me Mrs. B was out in the hall, and he still stole some girl's name tag, and he still threw his paper away (it's sad. He has no pride in himself) but for him that was REALLY GOOD. GAH. I hope he keeps it up. I need it. We still have at least 3 other boys who are shitacious.
Tomorrow I will hopefully be attending my first Oktoberfest. Zinzinnati hold's the second largest Oktoberfest celebration in the world. 'Cause most of us around here are German (me included!) And we were the first in America to open a Hofbrauhaus. GOSH I LOVE THE HOFBRA! If not tomorrow, I know I'm going Sunday with some friends. Hooray!!!
- Mood:
happy - Music:MIKA!!!
Is that wrong to say? I mean, it's a day of remembrance.... like Memorial Day. And people say Happy Memorial Day. Happy Martin Luther King Day. etc. It's not wrong. I mean, at least I remember. Last year I made the horrible mistake of re-watching the live morning broadcasts in 2001. I cried for hours. The thing that hit me was how brave these people were. I mean, I cannot imagine being stuck in a burning building. Or being crushed. Or jumping because the fires are too hot. Dear God. There was this lone image of a person jumping out from one of the buildings that I saw in 2001 and the camera followed him until his fall was blocked by other towers. I never cried so hard in my life. Well, at that point in my life.
The weather today is somewhat like it was 8 years ago. It was perfect. Only there were no clouds in the sky, the exact weather NYC had. That could be one reason why I remember it so perfectly. I mean, I know we're all sick hearing about the day, but take yourself back. I was fucking TERRIFIED. And I live in a smaller suburb. That no one would have any reason to attack. But holy crap the fear that my whole school felt was real. Teachers tried to maintain the panic that was rising but no one had answers. I actually hate thinking about it. It makes my chest hurt.
So! Let's talk SCHOOL. Yesterday guess what I had crawling on my arm? A FUCKING BED BUG!!!!!!!!! Needless to say, I didn't sleep last night because I SWEAR I'm infested in my bed. (One of the other aides didn't sleep either for the same reason. We actually woke up 8 minutes apart.) Today, I saw another one, but it had crawled under some tape and apparently died. WHEW. But then, I start seeing these little, fast moving bugs. I killed a few and a big one appeared. It was a ROACH. DUDE. I moved this kid's backpack to check his homework and a MASSIVE pile of them took off in every direction. I screamed. The kids screamed. Me and Mrs. B were running around stomping the shit out of these things, as well as the kids. They were EVERYWHERE. On the ceiling. In cubbies. On shelves, books. We ended up calling the janitor and BOLTING for outside. We took a "sound safari" but unfortunately had to go back. I didn't see any more through the rest of the day, but let me tell you. I was looking HARD for them. Tonight we're checking my bed just in case. And I need to do some serious laundry for the past 2 days of bug infested clothes. EWEWEWEWWWW.
Riverbend is over. Sad day. I didn't work Toby Keith last night, and I'm somewhat disappointed because they had a huge party. They were raffling off t-shirts from all the bands who played there this year. My mom's name was called and she picked a Coldplay shirt for ME! It was the greatest surprise this morning. And it's a cool one, it has a picture of the band on the front and on the back it's their WORLD tour. Not the US. THE WORLD. YEAH. FREAKING AMAZING!!!!! The good thing is our annual big ass party is next weekend and I can't WAIT. Basically we go to the boss' brother's house and get WASTED. And we stay all night (sleep over!!!) Oh I can't wait!!!
Monday is another huge anniversary for our area. I'll post an article about it on, well, Monday. : )
I'll leave you with a hilarious conversation I had yesterday in Library post-bed bug incident:
Chavez: What happened to your leg Miss Kessel?
Me: I cut myself.
Chavez: With scissors?
Me: No.
Chavez: With a knife?!
Me: NO! With a razor!
Chavez: What were you doin', cookin'?
Me: What?! NO!! I was SHAVING.
- Mood:
scared
My school is like, 95% African American. So naturally, our principal comes over the loudspeaker at noon and instructs that EVERY CLASSROOM MUST HAVE THE PROJECTOR O
BUT OH NO. He mentioned kindergarten.... twice in his speech. He talked about a shitload of pathetic kids who have come from great odds to succeed. He told us how he used to get up at 4:30 to do his homework. His dad left him when he was 2. He lived in the Pacific whatever. HELLO. HELLOOOOOO? MY KIDS ARE 5 YEARS OLD. They didn't understand a damn word that came out of his mouth. I counted. 5 kiddies fell asleep. While I was working on their homework and my goals for the year, little Jaidyn leans over to me and asks: "What's this movie called? I like this movie." I took my arm and flung it over his head. "And this just went WAYYAYAY over our heads!" Mrs. B at the end had to explain everything the president said because he apparently forgot the 10 and under crowd. WAY TO BE.
And you know how he ended it? People don't give up. Like in the Depression and the War. And during the Civil Rights movement. And now in the FACEBOOK AND MYSPACE AGE?! WTF??? You wanna group survivors and inventors during the 30's to FACEBOOK INVENTORS?! You sir, are a MORON. He came to Cincinnati yesterday, I could have worked it if I wanted since it was at Riverbend. But I knew I'd get all upset. Hey. I voted for this guy. He probably could do a better job than McCain could have. But as I bubbled in his name, I said (QUITE LOUDLY) "DO. NOT. LET. ME. REGRET. THIS."
Not impressed with him so far. And if you are, and are one of his super-fans who thinks CHANGE HAS A'COME -- IT HASN'T. Deadliest month of the war? Oh, we're STILL over there? And what's this shit about healthcare? DON'T YOU DARE FUCK UP MY PLAN. MY PLAN IS AMAZING. I PAY 6 BUCKS A MONTH FOR IT. God. I will go nuts on him if he changes my stellar plan.
Hi. You should know me by now to know I hardly EVER write political pieces. Namely because most of you, I think, are liberal. Well, I'm apparently one of the few who trusts NO ONE in politics. I hate politics. All it does is make people fight. And it's not like the arguments are even fair because no one EVER changes their views! My idea of hell would be setting me up in front of a TV playing MSNBC, CNN, FOX, or C-SPAN.
- Mood:
disappointed
Like yesterday, Artino asked what I did to my leg (I had two band-aids on it) and I told him I cut it shaving. He, his cousin and a few others (ALL BOYS!) proceeded to tell me to "GET YOU A SMOOTH AWAY. THEY SELL THEM AT WAL-MART MISS KESSEL!!!!!" Well, I went to Walgreens and bought one. It works. It's not perfect but my legs will pass and I am SO FUCKING EXCITED!
Today, Treyvon asked what my last name was. I told him, and he asked if that was a white person's last name or a black person's last name. I told him that I think it's a name for everyone of all colors. It doesn't matter.
John came out of the lunch line and it was the first day he didn't say "I'M GONNA KILL YOU MISS KESSEL!" (Which by the way, the other students are beyond alarmed when he screams it. They don't really understand the joke) Instead he came up to me and said "I want to sit by Da'Juan." Normally we're not allowed to move chairs around, and as the security guard was yelling at people for moving them, I moved a chair so John could sit next to him. TOLD YOU. I'd do anything for John!
Oh! Yesterday while coloring me and a few of my kindergartners had a LONG discussion about Michael Jackson. One told me he died. Another added he died from medicine. A third added his doctor killed him. A fourth said he had a heart attack. Then one of them quietly asked me "Miss Kessel, how does someone have a heart attack?" I told them that it's basically when your heart stops (you know, put your hand on your heart and you feel it beat) and so it stops, but you need it to keep going cause it pumps blood through your body. "Don't worry, it only happens to people in like they're 80's. And you're 5. So you have 75 years to go. At least. We don't know our colors but we know how Michael Jackson died..." Exactly my words. Then I proceeded to sing one of his songs that apparently NO ONE RECOGNIZED except my teacher and she asked for a demonstration of my mad dancing skillz. Yep, spelled that with a "Z."
I had to call 3 parents today. And this was without the child from hell. I'm really not a fan of this class. Still hoping they'll get better.... it's gonna take a while.
So I've been obsessed with WWI and WWII shows lately. I must have taped at least 30 shows (Thanks to the new Military History channel!!!) I think it's really interesting that a country can become so obsessed with such a frightening man. I love how they try to justify it by saying "He was a great speaker and could sweep you away" BLAH BLAH. I'm sorry, if someone told me to directly blame another religion for ALL MY PROBLEMS I think I'd realize this can't be going in the right direction. I mean, you could maybe blame a religion for a few problems you're having in your life, but really, NOT ALL OF THEM. And I'm much more inclined to blame my own religion before knocking someone else's.
And now I leave you with one of my favorite clips from Family Guy:
- Mood:
lethargic
I have to tell you this story. So there's this little boy I had last year in class named John. He's half black/half white but looks completely white. Wait, he's tan, but he has the most gorgeous green eyes and cute, short blondish hair. So he's always last in line because of his last name, and he gets his lunch and walks into the lunch tables. He looks around for about 2 minutes and slowly makes his way over to a lone table and sits BY. HIMSELF.
Let me make it clear, I like kids. But I would do ANYTHING in the world for John. In fact, yesterday, he didn't have his lunch money. He was bawling. And he looks SO SAD when he cries... it breaks my heart. So I ran around making sure his classmates would take extra food so we could give it to John. In the end, Michael had a dollar and John's on reduced lunch, so Michael paid for his entire lunch. John ended up with 3 bowls of corn from concerned classmates.
I think the main reason I'm so protective of John is because John looks exactly like my little cousin Erich. Not when Erich was John's age... but Erich looks exactly like John at his current age of 19. John could easily pass as his brother. Or son, since you know, one of my students told me today their 15 year old sister's having a baby like, any day.
Anyway, so John's at the lone table. He looks a little sad. I practically run to him and yell out "JOHN!" He looks up and kind of smiles. I go, "What are you doing?! You kill me! COME HERE!" And I pull up a chair next to one of my other favorites, Dasianique. John walks over, climbs into the chair, and with the BIGGEST grin on his face says, "She said I KILL HER!" and started to laugh.
I'm not sure why but it made my day. Later, his little brother came running up to me on the playground and announced, "I DIDN'T CRY TODAY!!" First time in a week that this boy hasn't cried or made himself throw up. Needless to say I was pretty proud.
School was much better today. It wasn't perfect, but it was livable. I started a new medicine this afternoon and I'm NOT following the doc's orders. In 2 days I'll be at 10 mg. Damn it, I can't wait. I'm a very impatient person.
Oh, and you'll be seeing a Bill rant later tonight. But that will probably be under a cut. XD
- Mood:
confused
It's really hit hard this week. For some insane reason I've been reassigned. Originally I worked between 2 rooms. Mrs. H and I have very similar beliefs and tempers. Mrs. B is nice, but we don't see eye to eye. Well guess who I wind up working with? Mrs. B. Her students are the most horrible students I have EVER worked with. One kid today was actually told to leave the school and not to come back. We'll see if he does or not. But even with 1 gone, there's still at least 8 more that will take his place.
And because I'm on new medicine that doesn't kick in until at least 3 more weeks I'm at my wit's end. My therapist suggested that I start working out again and that is really the LAST thing I want to do. I want to come home and curl into a little ball and watch my shows. I'm so unmotivated it's scary. And I go from being beyond angry at people/things to not caring. And the not caring is dangerous. Because I honestly thought of walking out of school today and not coming back. I actually wished that I would get fired for throwing a kid's bag of grapes away.
There's so much tension. In my chest, it's hard to breathe. My stomach constantly hurts. My arms and shoulders are beyond tight. What the hell do I do? My mom has some medicine she takes before flying that calms her down. But how to find it, we have over 100 bottles of pills in our cabinet. And then, is drugging myself really the best solution?
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Just got off the phone with my nurse. I was trying to keep composed, but really, the sniffing and my voice going up a whole octave probably gave away the fact that I was crying. We're trying something starting tomorrow but I have to wait till after school? Oh that might be a bad idea. I might just take it in the morning, what the hell, I don't think it could get much worse.
If there was a guarantee that death brought peace I'd put my dad's rifle to my head and pull that fucking trigger. I hate thinking suicidal thoughts, but I really just want to get away. But then my parents would be so disappointed. They don't understand how I feel. A few weeks ago my mom actually suggested going off all my meds. Well I'm practically off them now and I'm not sure if I'm going to make it.
Mika is trying his best to cheer me up and he's failing. I'm sitting here bawling. When I shouldn't be, because dinner is soon and if I go down with a red face I'll start getting quizzed and I really don't want to share because they don't get it.
Outlook = bleak at best.
- Mood:
depressed
In a lighter note, How to Steal A Million was on tonight and afterwards they were showing a bunch of movie clips for Starz and who would grace my screen but BILL. I started laughing hysterically and I'm not sure why.
- Mood:
pissed off
I had to rush home to blog about my INSANE NIGHT.
Okay so I asked my new supervisor, Gary, if he was going to use me in the pit tonight. He kind of skirted around the question. I asked a little later and said I'll put you at the top of an aisle. Well, that's not where I normally am and since I'm in the middle of switching medicine AGAIN, my temper flared. Fuck him, I thought, I'll work with Tiffany and Carolyn. ENTER THE LAWN. Tiff put me in the far corner. The day started off slow (we got there at 2:45), I became close to an inch worm I named 'Lil' Buddy.' I even took a picture of the little guy. He literally held my attention for at least 3 hours. Then I lost him. I think he's okay. It was so God awful hot and sunny, I found a pair of dusty sunglasses in the mulch, dusted them off, and used them the entire night. This one guy kept coming over to me and talking, he was 38 and he raced cars for a living. It was awkward.
A few other guys talked to me, one I SWEAR was gay, kept coming up to me and signed 'I love you.' It was embarrassing. Okay, so enter dinner, and my super boss John, was keeping track of who was eating. I had heard from Tiff that he had 2 handfuls of guitar picks, so I asked him for one. He gave me a shitty one at first, then I asked what others he had... they were AWESOME. I ended up taking this black pick that has the number 6 in red on one side, and has CrueFest2 with skulls and stars on the other. Oh it's really super cool. Not as cool as Blink 182's pink octopus, but close. Okay, back from dinner. A few cute guys came over and hung out around me. They were teasing me because I was texting, "Are they paying you to text?!" and kept telling me to go help out when people would jump over the rail and the leads would tackle them.
So moshing. Baby moshing was going on, and it would occasionally escalate, but it wasn't anything major until all of a sudden some guy slammed into someone else and set off a HUGE fight. I jumped up, all alone (which is STRONGLY DISCOURAGED) and ran, jumped into the middle and screamed for them to stop. They did. It was two of the cute guys standing by me, which was DISAPPOINTING. Little later, some guys are smoking pot. It was OBVIOUS. I go over to stop them, they of course throw the joint and I found it on the ground. I picked it up and seriously, everyone cheered. It was really weird, but I was really excited I actually STOPPED SOMEONE AND TOOK IT. A FIRST. The pot guys came over and I told them to go stand behind a crowd and smoke to their hearts content. They said I was "the best." Then some woman came over and kept telling me she was a massage therapist. "Want me to show you my license?" "..... UHM....." She asked if she could scale the wall. I told her to go for it, but she would be arrested. She kept asking, then started giving me a massage. It felt good at first, then it just HURT. So I told her the best she could do is try to sneak down when another worker wasn't looking. She tried that, but got caught. She was trying to run to me. Maybe being WASTED had something to do with that. She wouldn't leave me alone. Funny.
One guy, First Aide ventured, was on Meth. He could not stop dancing. I mean, this shit was PRICELESS. I took 3 videos of the guy. (which is also STRONGLY DISCOURAGED) In fact, everyone made a huge circle and taped him with everything they had. I allowed it. (Normally, any video taping is banned, but this was so awesome that I traded places with other workers so THEY could tape him) Oh, I got a text from my old boss who was "let go," and I went to go visit him down in the pit. While I visited him, Tommy Lee was walking around on stage, totally STARED at me, which was... o.O Anyway, one girl who works down there had to throw someone out for videotaping so she had me take her spot. Normally, I stand about 20 feet away from the singers. This time my back was against the stage. Tommy Lee walked up to me. Then the lead singer sang right behind me. I could have touched these guys if I wanted, but I don't want to risk the disease. It was very exciting to be so close.
I go back to my spot and there's this group of like, 10 guys. They're all singing to me, asking my name, telling me they're partying afterwards and I'm invited... etc. So I look to the side at one point and I see TORCHES. Two guys fucking lit their coke cups ON FIRE. I ran over (I haven't learned that you never go into the lawn alone. I got yelled at repeatedly for it) and yelled at them to PUT THEM THE FUCK OUT. I walk back and the 10 guys are SCREAMING about how much I kick ass. We high fived. And hugged. And I was told repeatedly, "I LOVE YOU, MELISSA." HA. Then, some lady got slammed in the head and oh, it was bad. No bleeding but she couldn't see straight. She was hanging on her friend and her shirt was WAY up and SOMEONE WASN'T WEARING A BRA. I did the nice thing (after pointing it out to my new group of guy friends) and put her shirt down.
Okay, then the end of the show. They're going WAY OVER THE TIME LIMIT, and one of the new guy friends jumps the rail and he's being escorted out. Well, one of the others was upset by this, JUMPED OVER ME to rush to his friend. I ran down to tell him to get back and before I know it, 7 of my guy workers have tackled both men, kind of crushing me in the process. I was greatful that the guys were so helpful but I think they kind of took it to the extreme. But then again, when you jump the rail, you are at the mercy of us. And typically, it's not pretty. Motley Crue was charge 9,000 dollars for going 9 minutes after 11. You know, if they weren't so goddamned lazy/doing drugs/getting venereal diseases, they wouldn't have gone on a half hour after they were supposed to.
Screw the pit. I'm totally working the lawn from now on!!!!!! : D
- Mood:
energetic
I was able to move my aunt and uncle up to my spot, so they stood 4 rows back from the stage. They loved it. I ended up getting a guitar pick 'cause I have KILLER EYE SIGHT. Anyway, I like 3 Rascal Flatts songs (they sang them all) but they apparently just came up with this new one on the tour bus, and thankfully, someone in Cleveland shot the video and posted it on Youtube. It's catchy, and hey, IT'S OHIO!
It's 92 out. With the heat index reaching the 100's. And our air is failing. POOR CHEWIE!!
- Mood:
hot
So the other day, Tuesday, I'm driving into work when I notice some particular heavy fog near the river. I pull up to the gravel lot, park and get out. You could totally stare at the sun and not have your eyes pay for the pain. The gravel lot is also next door to Riverdowns, the local horse racing track. Anyway, I was so impressed with the view that I took probably my favorite picture of all time:
Ain't it a beauty?And I love how the trees lined up in a Verizon Wireless commercial style.
Nothing else is new. Except that something is horribly wrong with my tailbone. We have to wait till Tuesday to get it checked out. I'm worried... I mean it could be anything from bruised, to nerve damage, to cancer. Yikes.
- Mood: hot n' sweaty
Omg. I just found out that the livejournal app I'm using comes with the sideways keyboard!! This is a million times easier.
Oh, the "fancy" life I lead. Tonight I'm backstage with Def Leppard, Poison and Cheap trick. Cheap trick was great, I knew a few of their songs. Poison is on now and have yet to sing a song I recognize. Bret Michaels walked right by me and he cannot be much taller than me. You'd think you'd get a rush seeing famous people, and maybe this is just me, but I normally tend to stare. Not too long, but enough to get a good glimpse. Size them up and all. And there is a guy here who totally gets his eye glasses where a certain dead-beat father gets his. My heart literally skipped a beat when I glanced up from my book and found myself staring at a tall, skinny man with big black glasses.
And I find myself often screaming in my head for bands to simply " shut the fuck up." I've been especially tough on Bret. Probably because he's scum. Scott suggested I become the next Rock of Love girl. How did he know it was my dream occupation?
Mom's had a person sneak up on the beach. You see, Riverbend is surrounded by water. And since many people drink when boating... issues like this arise. I had to help her track down a lead to throw the guy out.
How many girls you think will take the walk of shame tonight? I say no fewer than five. (walk of shame - girls leaving the tour bus after one in the morning... disgusting. God I have no tolerance for cheap, easy people!)
Two days ago I ran 3 miles in 41:50. Tonight I just finished 3.76 miles in 53:43. I am kicking my own ass at running, something I've never done before. Although I'm a bit confused. It seems I'm gaining weight around my middle as I continue my running. Seriously, I don't fit into some of my shorts and it upsets me. Hopefully that will disappear soon so I can wear nice things. And have kick ass legs to boot.
Been working a lot at Riverbend. Oh! I got one of the Counting Crows' drum sticks. And I got a pen from Stone Temple Pilots. Why they had a Sharpie on stage is beyond me. We were supposed to have our MASSIVE 4th of July party last Saturday but the owner came down and blew up at everyone. I guess since the Cincinnati Pops Maestro got pulled over for a DUI, the owner of the 'Bend is terrified of having bad press. Like they'd even publish if one of us got pulled over! So we have to wait for everything to settle back down to normal before we stay after and party again. Ugh.
Ahhhhh I went shopping today. I hate spending money!!!! But I bought nice clothes 30 Rock seasons 1 and 2 and one of those Glade sensors that automatically spray the room if movement occurs. It looks FAN-SEE. Hope it works well!
I need to get off and buy Chewie some hay.
- Mood:
accomplished
I CAN PLAY VIOLET HILL BY COLDPLAY ON THE PIANO/KEYBOARD.
I'm even impressed with myself on this one. I watch a tutorial... and by that I mean memorized the guy's fingers on the keys and went to town. Then I figured out the ending ON MY OWN. NO LOOKING REQUIRED. Honestly, there's still a few bits missing on Lost, but Violet Hill is SOLID. I should tape it one day to show you all.
Finally The Sims 3 patch has been issued and it's completely cleared up my game, although I had to reinstall the game so I lost my beloved Oblricht, Beckham and Nighy families. Now I just have a Nighy family. LOL it's so much fun. I'm a "Spa package specialist" and Bill's a "National news anchor." He makes 852 an hour. Needless to say the family is fucking LOADED. There's no celebrity job so I had to come up with something close. Bill wanted to be an author back in the day... go me!
The Fray is at PNC tonight and I'm somewhat disappointed I'm not there working it. But it'll be fine... Wednesday is Aerosmith and ZZ Top. I know 2 songs Aerosmith will play LMAO. My dad and me spent New Kids on the Block's concert thinking of the setlist for Aerosmith. It's nice that my ENTIRE FAMILY works with me. My cousins gives me a pizza after every show. I have a wonderful time.
Oh, next year I'm going back to John P. Parker! I'm excited and yet, I REALLY don't want to go back to work. Oh well, a little less than 2 months to go. Hopefully by then I'll miss my teachers and the kids. Fingers crossed.
I haven't been running lately and it sucks. I need to start again. Let me get off here and find some motivation!
- Mood:
thirsty
So first of all, my childhood friend and ex-next door neighbor, Lauren, has lymphoma. Her mom's had breast cancer, her youngest brother's had 2 kinds of bone cancer. Now she has Hodgkin's Lymphoma stage 2. The survival rate is really high, but it's more severe than they thought, so she has to have chemo through Thanksgiving and can't go back to school. The other day at the OBGYN I told him about a small lump under my chin. He said it was a lump in my lymph node, but I didn't have any other lumps on my body. So he said not to worry. I'm still a little freaked out by it all, and we were supposed to visit Lauren in the hospital today... looks like it won't happen. I'm surviving.
I've been working so hard lately. All day Thursday, from 3 - 11:00 Friday, 12 - 12 Saturday. This is my first day off in 4 really long days. At least the paycheck will be worth it. I was gonna work early tomorrow for DMB (ew god) but they don't need me. Hooray!
Today I got a text message. I don't get those unless I'm working and texting practically EVERYONE I know, so I was a little excited. I checked and it was from....... SCOTT!!!! He's been back from his vacation, but I didn't want to push anything in case he's not that into me. Well he asked if I wanted to get drinks sometime soon. I WOULD LOVE TO! He said he'd find time because lately he's been swamped. Oh I got so excited, it made my day lol.
Just got done running 1.75 miles. I haven't had time to work out lately because of work, so I needed to get something done. This is the longest I've been continuously running and I'm pretty proud of myself. Hopefully it'll show by shedding the poundage.
OMG. The other day I go to check on Chewie in his cage.... guess what was fucking GROWING under his water bottle?!?? MUSHROOMS. I felt like I was having a nightmare. Oh God it was so disgusting. I immediately changed his cage. Thankfully he's acting normal, so I don't think he ate any of them. Still, EW, EW, EW!
Guess who just learned how to play "Violet Hill" by Coldplay on the piano? THIS KID! Too bad my hands are too small and cannot reach all the keys necessary!
- Mood:
cheerful
I'm sitting outside the band OAR's tour buses. It's a nice day, but I'm taking shelter in the shade to avoid an unsightly farmer's tan. I talked to one of the band members, I think, and he was asking me what all Cincinnati is famous for. He was talking to his dad on the phone and I was giving him food suggestions. He liked the Skyline idea. Tonight after the show (Rich said there will be some crowd surfing, woo!) some of the staff is staying after and we're having a party. Myles will be missing so I'm a little bummed.
I have been working so much as of lately. At least my paycheck will be nice and fat!
Why is there a crowd of young hooligans crowding around the tour buses? Don't they know artists rarely walk around? Besides they're here four hours before the show even starts! Ugh people are dumb.
- Location:US, Ohio, Hamilton, Kellogg Rd, 6256
So I got there at 8 am. Their crew was so polite... one girl kept sharing Reese's cups with me and another girl working together. She said they were made 2 weeks ago in Hershey, which was why they were SO GOOD. Technically we weren't supposed to read, listen to music, do Sudoku puzzles because Coldplay is such a big band. We had to look professional. Well I don't DO THAT. So I was reading, playing like crazy and mooching off their free wifi. Which was how I was able to post to my journal yesterday. Anyway, I was DYING to get out there to see the show... and finally at 6 my mom came to relieve me. So my boss put me down in front, guarding steps that went up to the stage. Coldplay goes out during their show and would end up walking RIGHT BY ME. WEEEE!!
Concert starts, the first two bands kind of sucked. Although we met one guy backstage from the first band, he was very cute and from Australia! He talked about what it was like living with a bunch of women and now that he's touring with a bunch of "dudes" he misses living with the ladies. Anyway, Coldplay finally comes out and starts. I knew 17 songs. SERIOUSLY. That qualifies me as a fan people. They had huge yellow balloons come down during "Yellow" and our job was to POP them lol. The fans weren't too happy about it. And then at the very end of the show they had these giant blowers blow out multicolored butterflies. I got a few to take home, one of which has a shoeprint from one of the band members as they walked past me. OH. IT WAS SO EXCITING. I LOVE MY JOB!
Oh, The Sims 3 is out y'all! It is the death of me. The problem is the game randomly freezes at any given time. Everyone is experiencing it and it makes it really hard to play. I *think* I figured out that it freezes anytime you go to clean out bad food in the fridge. But I'm not positive on that. I have two families on two versions of the game. One is me and Elder Bill (omg he's OLLLLLD.) We have 3 beautiful children. LOL. Then in the other it's me and David Beckham. We have 2 beautiful children. LOLOLOL. I looooove The Sims!!!!
That's pretty much all that's been going on in my life. Very exciting stuff!
- Mood:
complacent
Coldplay has free wifi internets; who knew!! I'm sitting backstage freezing my butt off. They're doing sound check right now--well not Coldplay but one of the other bands. I love having them here, the British accents are a welcome in the Midwest. I'm in charge of showing the bands where catering and their dressing rooms are... until 5 when I go out and work the pit. Looks like standing room only tonight which is fabulous! I am so excited, oh and their itinary says to go out and get Skyline chili!!! That is so awesome!
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