bitchy. hungry. feet hurt.
ARRRGH BLOODY FOOKIN MONKEY HELLLLLL
see this? I WAAAAAAANT IT.
but my dad won't buy it. "it's just music videos, for the love of God" - WRONG!!! it's "9 amazing hours of rare Placebo videos", read the bloody title!! there's concert footage, and interviews, and...aaargh. it's only...okay, about 90 bucks Canadian. bloody Euro dollars. but..."including a talk show where Brian is asked to test out a voice-activated vibrator." FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!! 9 hours of watching my favourite living musician be all smart and funny and, well - hot. is that really too much to ask? gahh, I'd kill for a credit card.
and they're playing on my birthday. *cries* did I tell you guys that? they are. in FRANCE.
yanno, the French are starting to get diabolical. first they have to create a language that I just can't master, though, being the Canadian chick that I am, I've been FORCED to take it from grade 1 to grade 10...then Johnny Depp moves there to live with his hot French girlfriend, thus effectively negating any stalking I may have had in mind *cough, hack, innocent look*...and now? my favourite band in the whole fucking world is playing a gig there ON MY BIRTHDAY. my birthday. my Sweet 16th birthday, no less.
I mean, the problem isn't that they're playing and I can't go see them. they've been touring for months and I haven't been able to go. that's fine. but it's my birthday. my...my birthday. how often does your favourite band play on your birthday? and I can't go. not without some miracle that I'm not stupid enough to hope for, though stupid I am.
here be a ticket, on sale on eBay. 70 Euros, dammit. nobody's even bid on it yet. that's about 105 Canadian - I'd pay that. if I had a fucking credit card.
well, so they're playing a gig on my birthday. and I cannot go. I suppose I can deal with that, though, at about 8:00pm on October 18th, guaranteed I will start crying. I'll probably cheer up in about 1 minute after realizing how stupid I'm being, but there'll be a time, short though it'll be, where I'll be just inconsolable. not something you really want to remember for the rest of your life - "so, what'd ya do on your sweet 16?" "oh, the usual...hung out with my friends, had cake, my family came over, opened presents, started crying cause my favourite band was playing a gig on another continent." "oh, sounds great!!"
yeah. so I'm not holding out any hopes on that concert. but I HAD thought that my parents might buy me footage of their other concerts - it's not like seeing em live, but that'd be one sweet consolation prize. but nooo, that's another NO WAY for Julia. perhaps the gods of music don't want me to like Placebo at all, so they're doing their damndest to stop me, in a Dobby-like kind of way. but it's not really working, I'm afraid...instead, it's only sufficing to piss me off. I just...it bothers me, that on my "sweet 16", yanno, a girl's Big Important Birthday o'Doom, the party will probably be awesome and I'll have a great night, and yet I'll be wishing I were somewhere else. on another CONTINENT, in a country where I can't even come CLOSE to speaking the language and don't know a single soul.
and now the bidding on the video thing is over. been asking me dad to get it for me for about a week...nope. it's been sold, so now I won't get the concert OR the consolation prize.
I'm just a tiny little bundle of bitchy, vindictive rage today. don't mind me if I seem like a very rude and stupid person who can't put a thing into perspective. I also did not mean to offend any French people who may be reading my journal. Julia + bitchy mood + wishful thinking + intense heat + feet hurting + big time hunger + uncomfortable chair + insane lust + history of birthdays not being that great + no money + lack of iron and/or sleeping = not exactly a recipe for a kind, polite post.
it's really starting to bother me, how hard I've fallen for this band.
*slumps*
in case any of you remember Bracelet Dude, by the way, from my earlier ramblings, he's got a girlfriend. not that I REALLY care. it was just a stupid little thing that was all in my brain, anyway. I didn't really know him at all.
I can't even listen to Placebo now. which SUCKS. my favourite band can't make me feel better, because it's something about them that's making me sad in the first place.
I need some Izzard. if this dude can't cheer me up, man, nobody can.
see this? I WAAAAAAANT IT.
but my dad won't buy it. "it's just music videos, for the love of God" - WRONG!!! it's "9 amazing hours of rare Placebo videos", read the bloody title!! there's concert footage, and interviews, and...aaargh. it's only...okay, about 90 bucks Canadian. bloody Euro dollars. but..."including a talk show where Brian is asked to test out a voice-activated vibrator." FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!! 9 hours of watching my favourite living musician be all smart and funny and, well - hot. is that really too much to ask? gahh, I'd kill for a credit card.
and they're playing on my birthday. *cries* did I tell you guys that? they are. in FRANCE.
yanno, the French are starting to get diabolical. first they have to create a language that I just can't master, though, being the Canadian chick that I am, I've been FORCED to take it from grade 1 to grade 10...then Johnny Depp moves there to live with his hot French girlfriend, thus effectively negating any stalking I may have had in mind *cough, hack, innocent look*...and now? my favourite band in the whole fucking world is playing a gig there ON MY BIRTHDAY. my birthday. my Sweet 16th birthday, no less.
I mean, the problem isn't that they're playing and I can't go see them. they've been touring for months and I haven't been able to go. that's fine. but it's my birthday. my...my birthday. how often does your favourite band play on your birthday? and I can't go. not without some miracle that I'm not stupid enough to hope for, though stupid I am.
here be a ticket, on sale on eBay. 70 Euros, dammit. nobody's even bid on it yet. that's about 105 Canadian - I'd pay that. if I had a fucking credit card.
well, so they're playing a gig on my birthday. and I cannot go. I suppose I can deal with that, though, at about 8:00pm on October 18th, guaranteed I will start crying. I'll probably cheer up in about 1 minute after realizing how stupid I'm being, but there'll be a time, short though it'll be, where I'll be just inconsolable. not something you really want to remember for the rest of your life - "so, what'd ya do on your sweet 16?" "oh, the usual...hung out with my friends, had cake, my family came over, opened presents, started crying cause my favourite band was playing a gig on another continent." "oh, sounds great!!"
yeah. so I'm not holding out any hopes on that concert. but I HAD thought that my parents might buy me footage of their other concerts - it's not like seeing em live, but that'd be one sweet consolation prize. but nooo, that's another NO WAY for Julia. perhaps the gods of music don't want me to like Placebo at all, so they're doing their damndest to stop me, in a Dobby-like kind of way. but it's not really working, I'm afraid...instead, it's only sufficing to piss me off. I just...it bothers me, that on my "sweet 16", yanno, a girl's Big Important Birthday o'Doom, the party will probably be awesome and I'll have a great night, and yet I'll be wishing I were somewhere else. on another CONTINENT, in a country where I can't even come CLOSE to speaking the language and don't know a single soul.
and now the bidding on the video thing is over. been asking me dad to get it for me for about a week...nope. it's been sold, so now I won't get the concert OR the consolation prize.
I'm just a tiny little bundle of bitchy, vindictive rage today. don't mind me if I seem like a very rude and stupid person who can't put a thing into perspective. I also did not mean to offend any French people who may be reading my journal. Julia + bitchy mood + wishful thinking + intense heat + feet hurting + big time hunger + uncomfortable chair + insane lust + history of birthdays not being that great + no money + lack of iron and/or sleeping = not exactly a recipe for a kind, polite post.
it's really starting to bother me, how hard I've fallen for this band.
*slumps*
in case any of you remember Bracelet Dude, by the way, from my earlier ramblings, he's got a girlfriend. not that I REALLY care. it was just a stupid little thing that was all in my brain, anyway. I didn't really know him at all.
I can't even listen to Placebo now. which SUCKS. my favourite band can't make me feel better, because it's something about them that's making me sad in the first place.
I need some Izzard. if this dude can't cheer me up, man, nobody can.