"And I had a million dollars, but I spent it all...."
Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
(unless I try to start again)
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight.....
^Okay. So I'm pathetic. Your point?
So I'm sitting here. It's 6:30 on a saturday night. The problem? I can't go out.
Because of last night my mom put me under house arrest. And what exactly went on last night? Let me fill you in....
I went to a usual friday night show at sputniX...but dorothy was asked to play for the band, so in her frantic efforts to learn all the songs she wasn't able to pick me up. I left my house, and just as I was about to enter Salem I get a call from my mom screaming at me not to drive there alone. I complied, and in turn called up dorothy. She was still at her house practicing so I headed over to her place and parked my car there. She and Ryan drove me to the show.
We got to the show. I helped set up shit while people began arriving. I saw Pat for the 2nd time in my life, as well as Matt whos now the new door guy at Guitar Center. Pat stamped my hand without asking for money, meaning I didn't have to pay. Sweet. I looked around for someone I knew to play with while everyone else warmed up. Sam wasn't there, nor was Tim. Where did everyone go?
Dorothy and I bore our midriff shirts at that time, which appropriately said "Bring on the CUNT!" on the front, and "cunt pit '04" on the back. We announced Bad Cuntry (sp?) her friends band, and called up the ladies to the front. It was then that I began the cunt pit. I found this large, gothic chick and started pushing her around, along with a blonde, almost angelic looking chick. We started moshing as the song picked up. By the third song Dorothy put down her guitar and decided to start moshing too. The cunt pit eventually died down to just us two because the rest of the chicks at the show were evil and dropped out. Just as it did, Garrett, the lead singer, keeled over and fell to the ground. I thought it was just for dramatic effect, so I began cheering him on. After 5 minutes of the same measure being played over and over waiting for him to start singing, everyone realized something was wrong. It was at this point he couldn't breathe and was clutching his chest. A few of us helped him up, and guided him outside. It was there I ended up spending pretty much the rest of the night out there, hangin' out with Garth, Pat, some other kid named mike (I think?) and then a military-boy whos name I never learned. Mid-show Dorothy came up to me and announced she was going home because she was sick. I figured I could get a ride with Pat or something, so I just gave her a hug and told her to feel better. The show ended soon enough, and after closing up the place, me, Garth, Matt, Pat, and another mystery kid went over to china jade to get some grub. Upon arrival, we ordered a shitload of food (I swear, the amount we got could feed 20 people). After eating it was about midnight. My mom told me that I was to either come home right after the show (10:30-11:00ish) or not come home at all. Seeing as it was midnight that was the obvious indicator I wasn't going home. Frantically we all tried to figure out where I could stay. I called up Dorothy, and despite the fact that she went home sick, she ended up driving herself up to Keeblers in North Reading. So that plan obviously wouldn't work out. Then I asked Matt if I could crash at his place, but he was staying at a friends house himself. Finally, Pat offered to let me sleep at his dorm.
Once we got to UMass Lowell we couldn't find a place to park. Once we did it was almost 1 in the morning and all we wanted to do was go to bed. So when we entered the building, the guard on duty asked for my license and for Pat to sign a form showing that he had a visitor for this particular night. The night watch looked suspiciously at my license, and then squinting his eyes up at me he asked "how old are you, young lady?" I told him I was 16, and then after shaking his head he told us that no one under the age of 17 was allowed to come into the dormitory after 11 pm. After Pat and I begged this guy to just let it slide (afterall, where else was I gonna go?) He finally gave in and said "fine, just this once. Don't let it happen again." So Pat and I went up to his dorm where we had wild, rampant sex.
Just kidding. :-P
What really happened is that we just took the elevator which looked like a public bathroom tiled floor, and smelled like old beer. Once we reached his actual dorm I took out my contacts and climbed into one of his room mates' beds. I set the alarm on my phone to wake me up at 8:30 so that I could be home by 9:30, and then fell back asleep.
I woke up at 8:30, which I expected, thanks to my phone. I put my contacts back in, gathered up all my shit, and woke up Pat. We left around 9:00 and grabbed a bite to eat for breakfast. Around 9:15 I got a call from my mom, who was screaming at me to get back home ASAP....apparently she'd just recieved a phone call from Barnsey telling me I was scheduled to work today. I completely forgot, and as a reaction ordered Pat to floor it back to Beverly so I could get my car at Dorothy's and get back home. I got back around 9:45, greeted by a not-too-lengthy "you need to be more responsible, goddamnit" lecture. I quickly changed, fixed my hair, and drove to work. I got there just after 10 and was sent to kids to start shelving.
I pretty much shelved the whole morning, and when my lunch break came at noon my eyes were starting to cross and a headache was a-brewin'. I grabbed my purse and checked my phone messages while I waited in line at the cafe for my lunch. My first message was from my mom who called to tell me that I was to come straight home after work so that we could have a talk. Oh boy. The 2nd message was from Dorothy asking if I made it home alive, and that she was really sorry for abandoning me at the show. The 3rd message, surprisingly, was from Christian telling me the moving process was finished and that he'd like it if I were to call him back at his new home phone. And somehow, I just don't plan on doing that :) After my glorious lunch break (mmm foood) I went back to shelving books. Maria came in at 2:30, which was the highlight of my day thus far, so I got to talk to her for a bit. Before I left for the day I recieved a niiiiiiice massage from her, which felt amazing. I came home, had a short talk with my mom, and cleaned my room and did laundry at her request.
So, yes. That's my elongated explanation of why I am sitting on my computer on a Saturday night. Luckily this house arrest doesn't last for the whole week, so maybe I'll be able to have some fun next weekend. Who knows, eh? ;-)
Toodles.
<3
P.S. Because of my boredom, I took a fair amount of online quizzes.
What Type of Villain are You?
mutedfaith.com.
I'm completely down-to-earth!
Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.
What kind of disease are you?
Laura:
Laura is caused by sponges.
Laura disease causes a constant lack of clothing.
The only known cure for Laura infection is to become dark lord of the sith, ala Darth Vader.
Bwahaha :)
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
(unless I try to start again)
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight.....
^Okay. So I'm pathetic. Your point?
So I'm sitting here. It's 6:30 on a saturday night. The problem? I can't go out.
Because of last night my mom put me under house arrest. And what exactly went on last night? Let me fill you in....
I went to a usual friday night show at sputniX...but dorothy was asked to play for the band, so in her frantic efforts to learn all the songs she wasn't able to pick me up. I left my house, and just as I was about to enter Salem I get a call from my mom screaming at me not to drive there alone. I complied, and in turn called up dorothy. She was still at her house practicing so I headed over to her place and parked my car there. She and Ryan drove me to the show.
We got to the show. I helped set up shit while people began arriving. I saw Pat for the 2nd time in my life, as well as Matt whos now the new door guy at Guitar Center. Pat stamped my hand without asking for money, meaning I didn't have to pay. Sweet. I looked around for someone I knew to play with while everyone else warmed up. Sam wasn't there, nor was Tim. Where did everyone go?
Dorothy and I bore our midriff shirts at that time, which appropriately said "Bring on the CUNT!" on the front, and "cunt pit '04" on the back. We announced Bad Cuntry (sp?) her friends band, and called up the ladies to the front. It was then that I began the cunt pit. I found this large, gothic chick and started pushing her around, along with a blonde, almost angelic looking chick. We started moshing as the song picked up. By the third song Dorothy put down her guitar and decided to start moshing too. The cunt pit eventually died down to just us two because the rest of the chicks at the show were evil and dropped out. Just as it did, Garrett, the lead singer, keeled over and fell to the ground. I thought it was just for dramatic effect, so I began cheering him on. After 5 minutes of the same measure being played over and over waiting for him to start singing, everyone realized something was wrong. It was at this point he couldn't breathe and was clutching his chest. A few of us helped him up, and guided him outside. It was there I ended up spending pretty much the rest of the night out there, hangin' out with Garth, Pat, some other kid named mike (I think?) and then a military-boy whos name I never learned. Mid-show Dorothy came up to me and announced she was going home because she was sick. I figured I could get a ride with Pat or something, so I just gave her a hug and told her to feel better. The show ended soon enough, and after closing up the place, me, Garth, Matt, Pat, and another mystery kid went over to china jade to get some grub. Upon arrival, we ordered a shitload of food (I swear, the amount we got could feed 20 people). After eating it was about midnight. My mom told me that I was to either come home right after the show (10:30-11:00ish) or not come home at all. Seeing as it was midnight that was the obvious indicator I wasn't going home. Frantically we all tried to figure out where I could stay. I called up Dorothy, and despite the fact that she went home sick, she ended up driving herself up to Keeblers in North Reading. So that plan obviously wouldn't work out. Then I asked Matt if I could crash at his place, but he was staying at a friends house himself. Finally, Pat offered to let me sleep at his dorm.
Once we got to UMass Lowell we couldn't find a place to park. Once we did it was almost 1 in the morning and all we wanted to do was go to bed. So when we entered the building, the guard on duty asked for my license and for Pat to sign a form showing that he had a visitor for this particular night. The night watch looked suspiciously at my license, and then squinting his eyes up at me he asked "how old are you, young lady?" I told him I was 16, and then after shaking his head he told us that no one under the age of 17 was allowed to come into the dormitory after 11 pm. After Pat and I begged this guy to just let it slide (afterall, where else was I gonna go?) He finally gave in and said "fine, just this once. Don't let it happen again." So Pat and I went up to his dorm where we had wild, rampant sex.
Just kidding. :-P
What really happened is that we just took the elevator which looked like a public bathroom tiled floor, and smelled like old beer. Once we reached his actual dorm I took out my contacts and climbed into one of his room mates' beds. I set the alarm on my phone to wake me up at 8:30 so that I could be home by 9:30, and then fell back asleep.
I woke up at 8:30, which I expected, thanks to my phone. I put my contacts back in, gathered up all my shit, and woke up Pat. We left around 9:00 and grabbed a bite to eat for breakfast. Around 9:15 I got a call from my mom, who was screaming at me to get back home ASAP....apparently she'd just recieved a phone call from Barnsey telling me I was scheduled to work today. I completely forgot, and as a reaction ordered Pat to floor it back to Beverly so I could get my car at Dorothy's and get back home. I got back around 9:45, greeted by a not-too-lengthy "you need to be more responsible, goddamnit" lecture. I quickly changed, fixed my hair, and drove to work. I got there just after 10 and was sent to kids to start shelving.
I pretty much shelved the whole morning, and when my lunch break came at noon my eyes were starting to cross and a headache was a-brewin'. I grabbed my purse and checked my phone messages while I waited in line at the cafe for my lunch. My first message was from my mom who called to tell me that I was to come straight home after work so that we could have a talk. Oh boy. The 2nd message was from Dorothy asking if I made it home alive, and that she was really sorry for abandoning me at the show. The 3rd message, surprisingly, was from Christian telling me the moving process was finished and that he'd like it if I were to call him back at his new home phone. And somehow, I just don't plan on doing that :) After my glorious lunch break (mmm foood) I went back to shelving books. Maria came in at 2:30, which was the highlight of my day thus far, so I got to talk to her for a bit. Before I left for the day I recieved a niiiiiiice massage from her, which felt amazing. I came home, had a short talk with my mom, and cleaned my room and did laundry at her request.
So, yes. That's my elongated explanation of why I am sitting on my computer on a Saturday night. Luckily this house arrest doesn't last for the whole week, so maybe I'll be able to have some fun next weekend. Who knows, eh? ;-)
Toodles.
<3
P.S. Because of my boredom, I took a fair amount of online quizzes.
What Type of Villain are You?
mutedfaith.com.
I'm completely down-to-earth!
Find your soul type at kelly.moranweb.com.
What kind of disease are you?
Laura:
Laura is caused by sponges.
Laura disease causes a constant lack of clothing.
The only known cure for Laura infection is to become dark lord of the sith, ala Darth Vader.
Bwahaha :)