Thursday, December 31, 2009

It's quite clear that I'm stuck here...

... "so I'll devise a plan and cut out a door in my new living room floor"

By the way, it's new year's day. Where did the past decade go? Just kidding, I don't feel like it went by quickly at all. Oh well. I feel like everyone else is making resolutions but I personally don't have any. I mean, I prefer to just set goals no matter the time of the year. Besides, I never follow through with them.

And December 19th = possibly the best day ever. Now back to my story... :D The beginning was here, by the way...

There was a blizzard warning for that night, and I hoped that we wouldn't have to leave early because of the snow. It was freezing outside, and it was a real relief to finally file inside the theater. It smelled like stale cigarettes and burnt pizza, like I imagined it would. The lobby was filled nearly-wall to wall with anxious teenagers desperate to snap a picture with a band member or buy a CD. Me and my friends grabbed some free posters and bracelets by the entrance and shoved them into our pockets. I quickly checked the concert's myspace on my phone to see the set times. As it turns out, Stereo Skyline was the first band up that we wanted to see. We shoved our way to the main theater and I immediately felt the deafening yet comforting sound of pulsing beats flowing through the air as we entered the large dark room. A band was finishing up, and a decent-sized group of people had formed in front of the stage.

A shriek erupted from somewhere in the crowd as a tech brought out a bass drum adorned with the neat text, STEREO SKYLINE. As the three blond boys filed on stage along with a rather scene-looking brown-haired guitarist everyone, including me, erupted into screams and they began to play "Shake and Shout". They followed up with several songs (old and new), one saying something about moonlight, and another one about a messed-up heart. All in all, they were a fun set to watch, and Kevin's chin dimple was to die for.
"So baby keep my heart beat-buh-beat-beat-beating!" the crowd echoed as they began their last song.

I turned to find my two friends behind me. "A Rocket to the Moon isn't going on for a while. Wanna go walk around in the lobby or see who's playing on the underground stage or something?" They both agreed and we once again made our way through the hustle and bustle. When we got back into the lobby, a group of girls was crowding around one of the guys from the bands playing that day. I really wished that I knew who he was, considering that so many people seemed excited to be in his presence.
I spotted Larzz and Dan from Show Me the Skyline signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. Have I ever mentioned that Larzz has a lovely smile? Well, he does. I also caught a glimpse of one of the lead singer of Sparks the Rescue looking rather bored at his merch table. But I was most surprised to see the guitarists for one of the bands who had gone to my school last year walk by. "A'scuse meh," he said, working his way through random people. I turned to my friends. "Was that-?"
"Yep," they nodded.
Two girls from our grade suddenly walked up to us, pained expressions on their faces with one of the girls' dad tagging along behind them. Being a whole head shorter than me, I had to look down when one of them asked, "Do you guys know when Christofer Drew is going on?"
"Uh, he's going on last," I said. "So, maybe, like, 9:30?"
"Ugh it's like 4:30 now," the shorter of the two pouted, and I quickly knew that Chris Drew had been the only one that they had come to see, and Larzz's loveliness or the many hot scene dudes walking around or the Random Guy From a Band Which I Did Not Know Of did not impress them. They went over to the Nevershoutnever merch table in a huff. All three of us exchanged glances. "We should probably go see if A Rocket to the Moon is on yet," one of my friends said.


To cut it short, A Rocket to the Moon was great, Nick was adorable, Halvo was hot, and oh yeah, I fell down. Valencia was on before them, and I guess they managed to get the crowd really riled up when they ended their set with confetti and having the lead singer stage dive into the crowd (right on top of me, too. I managed to get my hand on his stomach to prevent from having myself smushed). Not that I minded moshing, but it was a little ridiculous when people started doing it to "If Only They Knew". At that point, I had already lost my other two friends. They had disappeared into the mosh pit, and there was virtually no hope of finding them before the concert was over. A few assholes decided to shove the crowd as hard as they could, squishing everyone into each other. Someone ended up falling, and it was a domino effect from there. I fell to the sticky floor, with a slightly overweight girl sitting on my ankle. That part wasn't fun, and I was pretty sure that A Rocket to the Moon found the whole situation very amusing. It must have looked ridiculous from the stage.
At the end of the set, much to my excitement, Halvo tossed his water bottle into the audience. I reached up both of my hands and managed to catch it... along with five or so other girls. After quite a bit of tugging and pulling, it had boiled down to me and a particularly short girl next to me. I knew I had a firm grip on it with both hands, but the goddam girl refused to let go. It was incredibly awkward, just the two of us pulling the now crunched up water bottle, a little of it spilling out. "Fuck it, you can have it," I grumbled and finally let go.

Hit the Lights was up next, which I was pretty excited for. However, I'm pretty sure that a good portion of the crowd was only excited for them because they were the next band before Nevershoutnever, and they put up with the excited HTL fans to get in a good spot for Chris Drew's set. I screamed when the band went on stage, belting out the lyrics to their songs. The lead singer, Nick was bouncing up and down the entire set like someone who had just downed a gallon of Monster. People had begun to throw balloons into the audience from an unknown place. A few obnoxious people grabbed the balloons and popped them. I managed to catch a few and drew faces on them using my trusty sharpie, tossing them back into the air. I finally wrote FUCK YOU BALLOON POPPERS on one. To my amusement, I even heard a few people talking about it later.

Next up was the set that everyone had been eagerly waiting for all day. It was at least fifteen minutes before one of the techs came onstage with a table adorned with an American flag, with the 50 stars replaced with a peace sign. The crowd erupted into screams in response to this, screaming even louder when he brought some bottles of water. A girl a few rows up had fainted, and a security guard had to pull her out of the tight group of people. "No, I'm fine..." she muttered, only to lose consciousness again. A half an hour passed, and finally, Chris Drew came on stage, much to the enjoyment of pretty much everyone. "Hey everyone!" Another girl in the front row fainted in response.

"Thank you for listening!" he said with a grin after finishing his first song. A few songs in, he grabbed one of at least eight water bottles next to him and took a sip. "You guys look a little hot," he said, closing the cap of the water. "I'll let you guys have some, but only if you take one sip and pass it on. Okay?" He tossed it into the crowd of red-faced, panting (mostly) girls, and no one nearby where he had thrown the water bottle hesitated to grab at it, clawing at others if necessary to get a change to put there lips where Christofer Drew had.

I felt a little sad when he finished up his set, as I do with any band I happen to adore. People had begun to file out, and I almost turned around, too. I remembered something, and pushed myself even further into the thinning mosh pit. Right on cue, some brave girl began to chant, "encore! encore!" A few moments later, Chris leaped back on stage and began to do pushups (can't say I'm sure why, but I was glad, regardless). He concluded with "Bigcitydreams" and I excitedly sang along, silently laughing at the people who hadn't expected an encore and allowed me to get even closer to the stage.

When the concert was over, we went outside and were immediately welcomed by a burst of cold air. Surprisingly, there was not a single fleck of snow on the ground. We walked by the NSN VAN on our way to the car, and I impulsively took out my sharpie and drew a smiley face on the window. I happily imagined Chris Drew noticing it, even though he would probably annoyed at the stupid person who had decided to draw on the window. "Hey don't write on the van!" someone called from behind. I couldn't be sure if the person was drunk or serious or both or just kidding, so I just replied, "oh, sorry!" and ran to catch up with everyone else already in the car.

Uh, yeah. That's all. :D

(I love concerts and sharpies)

These lyrics have been stuck in my head...

"Why don't you s p e a k up, baby?
I hear you got a way with words
and r i g h t now
your body sure is talking
but not in the form
of nouns
or verbs"


oh, and by the way...
this site = epic:

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Someday came suddenly

I know, I know. I haven't updated in a friggin' week. But it's winter break -- and while I've tried to debate with myself that it's a really good idea to get some work done I always end up goofing off or sleeping. Bleh.
I just came back from skiing today--wait, that's a lie. I actually got back at like 10 but I've been goofing off (of course). Also, I didn't even go skiing. Now, let me first tell you that I am a horrible skier. I make those two-year-olds on the bunny hill look impressive. However, we didn't get to the ski mountain until around 3:30, and by then it was already getting dark (what the fuck?). Much to my relief, we just went snow tubing for two hours instead. I'm proud to say I didn't hurt myself (or anyone else, for that matter) in the process. :]
Oh and I never got to finish my story about the concert. I'll do that tomorrow, I suppose (yay for procrastination!). I actually don't care if anyone reads it, I just want it recorded somewhere for the memories.

"Can you feel it, baby?
e v e r y time we kiss
everything around us
slowly seems to
not e x i s t"

"What you thought was right,
has been wrong all this time.
This is a gift for you,
u n w r a p your life"

(I love snow tubing, sleeping, music lyrics, and photography)

Monday, December 21, 2009

Four days 'til christmas and all I know is that I'm not quite ready to let go


I bet you're admiring how I manipulated the Nevershoutnever lyrics into my blog title to make it appropriate for how many days until Christmas it actually is, huh? No? Well then -.-

I feel like I've written a lot about Nevershoutnever (I read somewhere that he dropped the exclamation point but he writes it without spaces when he's happy) lately, but I probably haven't. Anywho I went to the Jingle My Bells Festival this past Saturday, and I'm rather upset that I can't find my adapter anywhere to put up my pictures. So you'll just have to use your imagination.

Whoopsies... I just got off topic before I could explain to you what the hell the Jingle My Bells Festival is and how it relates to Nevershoutnever. Well, I certainly hope you could figure it out by taking a gander at the picture above. If you haven't figured it out yet, Jingle My Bells Festival is a concert sponsored by Glamour Kills with a bunch of really great bands. I was originally not going to be able to go because my parents had to go to an anniversary thing and I was pretty much depressed because my friend was going to go without me. But of course the day before the concert my parents told me that they weren't going to the anniversary because a huge snowstorm was supposedly going to be where the anniversary was. Of course a snowstorm never really came, but I was super happy anyways.
When we got there in my friend's mom's white minivan (it smelled like ladybugs in there), me and both of my friends jumped out and ran to the end of the line running around the theater. We couldn't help but gawk at the wannabe scenesters with purple hair and shutter shades wearing t-shirts in freaking 40 degree weather. My friend spotted Chris Drew's van (the license plate said "NSN VAN" and I was overjoyed to find that it was from Missouri). It was covered in writing from fans saying things like "I'm a real big fan of yours!" and "You make me happy!" and myspace URLs and phone numbers. I pulled out my trusty black sharpie and wrote "Kay loves you!" on the side of the van. When my friend's weren't looking, I wrote down my phone number underneath my message. ;]
I was very preoccupied with deleting old pictures off of my camera while we continued to wait in line. I could hear Weatherstar playing my favorite song by him through the open door on the side of the theater. I quietly hummed to myself. Suddenly my friend began to violently poke my shoulder.
"Ow! What?" I said not looking up from my silver camera in my numb hands.
I whipped around to see the one and only walking down the sidewalk waving at fans squealing into their palms. He was sporting his sailor hat and sperm-defecting skinny jeans. His hair was absolutely lovely. It looked very soft. It took all the strength in my body to keep myself from attacking him. Now, I'm not usually the crazy fangirl type, but seeing him right there in person is a totally different matter...

I suppose I'll finish this absolutely amazing story later... I have homework to do :P

Please don't hurt me for turning my story into a narrative. I just find it a little more interesting... :]

I've realized that my posts have really started to center around music. It's odd...

In addition, I found out that Mitchell Davis has 12,113 songs on his computer... or ipod... or mp3 player... or something. Regardless, I'm rather impressed. That's more songs than the population of the town I live in.

[I love Chris Drew's hair, "snowstorms", sharpies, and sperm-defecting skinny jeans]

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Now all I see in you is another mistake right over my shoulder

Hihello (this is Mitchell Davis... haha),

I had a track meet basically all of yesterday. It was really fun--but very nerve-wracking. I ran a 300 meter race and was the second leg in a 200 meter relay (I couldn't help but worry that I would drop the baton because my palms were so sweaty, which caused them to sweat even more. However, I'm happy to say that I kept a strong grip on the baton the entire race). If I can do some quick calculations, I spent about 25 minutes warming up, a minute and a half actually running in a race, 10 minutes eating (I barley ate all day, which was probably a bad idea), a half an hour randomly stretching, and 6 hours and 3 and a half minutes doing absolutely NOTHING productive and worrying myself sick over how terrible I would do in my races. The bus was an hour and a half late in the morning, too, which was miserably boring. But all in all it was pretty fun.

And Grace tagged me in this... uh... thingie, so I decided to fill it out, even though it's incredibly tempting to do my American Government homework instead (sarcasm):

1. What's your name?
Kay Grace :]
2. Your favorite food?
I love food. So much. My favorite would probably have to be chicken salad... or a cinnamon raisin bagel toasted with butter :D
3. You could have any person’s closet in the world. Whose?
Valerie Poxleitner's (Lights)
4. Favorite Movie?
Probably Forrest Gump
5. Favorite TV Show?
Extreme Makeover: Home Edition (sappiness for the win) but I basically just like watching it just to see the really cool house in the end... so I feel inclined to say that I like Cribs, too
6. You can have any guy in the world right now. Who?
Okay, I'll be a loser and say Christofer Drew Ingle :]

(I love track meets and chicken salad and Christofer Drew)

Thursday, December 10, 2009

I feel like dying, erasing all these memories...

Well, maybe I don't feel like dying, but I'm a little sad is all.
and I'm listening to Brokencyde (hmmm... where's Phat J in the picture?)... which is what I do when I'm upset :/ Schitzo, to be exact. And that particular song means I'm particularly upset. Oh well.
I can't hate myself more, because I don't think I've ever liked anyone as much as him. And I was stupid. Because he liked me. And I haven't come across anyone I've ever liked inside and out as much. And now he found someone else that is nicer to him than I was.
That other guy, well... he lacked personality. I don't know. I haven't had much luck with the guys as I would like :/
and every time I see that message... ugh
I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. :p

Sorry my blogs have been so boring lately...

And by the way, I feel like whenever I read someone's blog I can't help but feel like I'm reading their thoughts. In fact, when I was typing this, I had accidentally written "mind" instead of "blog".

I feel so emo.

Mmm but Brokencyde always makes me feel better :]

[I love Brokencyde... and nothing and no one else at the moment]

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

You can find another me, but I can find a million you


I had a snow day today, and it was really nice because I was up until 1:30 last night working on my stupid English paper. Even if we got a 90-minute delay it would have been a fucking serendipity.
But it wasn't too bad, because basically the whole time I was listening to Stephen Jerzak and Every Avenue for the first time and now I can't get their songs out of my head. :]
Oh, and I have a lovely story I'd like to share. The other day I was craving kettle corn so I decided to make some, but the only problem was that we only had plain old butter, which I refused to settle for. I suddenly came up with this ingenious plan to rip open the bag of popcorn a little before I put it in the microwave and pour as much sugar into it as I could. It was a pretty bad idea, but it seemed brilliant at the time, so I popped it in anyways at put it in the microwave for four minutes. About three minutes later, the popcorn started to come out of the bag and burn. I quickly pulled the smoking bag out of the microwave, and tossed it onto my kitchen table; it was hot to the touch. I tore it open to find a huge burnt mound of popcorn. I picked out some of the hot non-burnt pieces and ate them. They didn't taste half bad, but I threw the rest away anyways. I then made a whole new batch and added the sugar afterward... it was delish! :D

Yeah, that was pointless. But I thought it would make a good metaphor xD

By the way, I would imagine Stephen to be rather cold when the picture above was taken... hmm

[I love snow days and Stephen Jerzak and Every Avenue and kettle corn. :) ]

Sunday, December 6, 2009

I'm not in Love but I've already fell

Hi [:

First let me warn you, I have a bunch of subjects that I'd like to touch upon...

I was sleeping over at my friend's house last Saturday (with my two best friends), and as you ought to know, that when people really spill their guts. Because we know each other so well, we no longer have to talk about cute boys we have "crushes" on; I know every person that the two girls have ever taken a fancy to like the back of my hand. We usually end up touching very deep subjects around 2 or 3 in the morning. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I could hardly comprehend when my friend muttered, "do you guys wish, you know, that were more like, I don't know, Rachel Smith?"
"You mean popular?" I snorted.
"No, no! That's a bad example. But I don't know, don't you guys wish we did more teenager-like things like go to parties and stuff? I know it's bad, but, you're only a teenager once..."
All three of us agree enthusiastically. I just love it when someone brings up a subject that you had been secretly thinking about and then you find out that you were both thinking the same thing.
The thing is, our larger group of friends is very... well, g-rated. We have organized parties where we bring cookies and play twister and watch High School Musical (yes, I know... don't snicker). I can't really say I've done anything much more hardcore. Can't say I've snuck out of the house. Can't say I've been to a wild party. Can't even say I haven't been to a party where someone wasn't inclined to play Taylor Swift music (UGH).
So me and my two friends came up with a plan. We've decided to start doing our own thing. Not entirely separate from our naive group of friends, but start to become a little more independent. I don't know. The whole plan was kind of sketchy and decided upon early in the morning, but it
could work.

In other news, I went to a Show Me the Skyline and Weatherstar concert last Friday (the 27th). It was pretty last minute, but I'm really glad my dad ended up taking me and my friend. Of course, he insisted on staying with us (bleh) but overall it was loads of fun. I nearly died when I caught a first glimpse of the people in the band. Although they're not incredibly famous or anything, it's exciting to see someone in person that you've only seen pictures of (especially if they're cute :] ) and hear their voice all the time on your iPod. I am absolutely in love with Larzz from Show Me the Skyline. He's a senior at a high school not to far from where I live. Pshh I totally have a chance with him (heh). That's a picture of him that I took (below) ... it's not the best picture of him but I still think it's cute :3

On a more dismal note, I just found out that one of my friends' mom passed away on Friday. I don't know her to well, actually, and I would categorize her in my group of "tertiary" friends, but it bothered me just the same. My friend told me yesterday via Facebook chat, and it brought me down quite a bit. Apparently it was a sudden thing, and she wasn't sick or anything. The friend who had told me (one of my very best friend)'s dad had passed away over the summer, and I know that she's still having trouble getting used to the fact. She's trying so hard to do so well in school because that's what her dad had wanted her to do. I had come with her one day after school to talk to one of the guidance counselors to see if there were any after school activities that would look good on her record. "My parents really want me to..." she had said. I heard her voice crack a little when she said the word "parents". She confided in me that she couldn't stop thinking about our friend who's mother had died all weekend. It's especially upsetting because it's so close to the holidays.

I suppose when it comes to death, it's always better later than sooner.

Well, Christmas is coming. It finally snowed yesterday, but there are just a few patches of white here and there on top of the muddy ground. I live right across from a Christmas tree farm, and people have been driving back and forth all week with sad looking evergreens tied to the top of their SUVs. "They kinda look like dead bodies," my mom said today.

[I love Larzz and the holidays and life. xo.]


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