In Northampton. It was so fucking amazing and surreal. I was there with my best friend, Forrest, and we were having such a fucking blast.
Bad Rabbits, a band from Boston, opened for them and they were pretty fucking sweet. Forrest and I were dancing and wondering why the crowd seemed so dead. It’s a concert, loosen up and have fun. I’m going to download their album. It’s free online. Forrest and I bumped into some of the members after the concert and helped them find some food. :p Northampton closes up way too early.
And then there was Taking Back Sunday.
I fucking lost my shit.
The crowd starting pushing and Forrest and I were pretty close to the stage. Mind you, the venue was pretty damn small. There’s something about seeing your favourite band performing within ten feet of you. And then fucking touching your idol and singing with him.
I was practically hugging Adam Lazzara at the end of the encore. He was running and singing among the crowd. It was so amazing. That man knows how to make a show amazing.
Hold up, I’m crying.
And now I’m just going to go every moment and relive it in my mind. It was so beautiful and amazing and awesome.
And I mean all those words. I’m not throwing them around like most people do.
Don’t fuck this up for Darren or for the rest of us fans. This is a really professional gig and not like anything he’s ever done before. You can’t scream or wear pink sunglasses or shirts saying “I LOVE YOU DARREN”. You need to be respectable: wear nice clothing/dress…
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I pissed off some teen age kid at a table I was serving.
Me:I'm sorry, I'll be back with the right plate
*as I turn to walk away*
Him:*talking to his friends* he's probably a homo, he's too distraught.
*i turn back to the table*
Me:you know, you shouldn't talk about the dude who's about to serve your food, right beside him. Also, learn the definition of homo, it's a root word that means, "man" in which yes I am a man, more of one than you will ever dream to be. So if you're intentions were referring to me being a homoSEXUAL as in MAN-sexual, which I am, then use a correct form of it. Now, sit there little boy, while this gay man goes to get your food for you.
“It’s Okay to be Neither,” By Melissa Bollow Tempel
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.