speccygeekgrrl42: (and now the weather : Night Vale)
The weekend did not go as I expected it to.

The PCO did. I was allotted 150 minutes; I finished the test in 25 and took another 20 to completely review every question (but only changed one due to this deliberation). First one out of the room, as I always am for testing. I was out by 10:30, and Spencer and I hit the road to Boston around 11ish, making it to Boston around 3:30 after some traffic on the way. The hotel we stayed at was fancier than my usual, which apparently translates to "no pool and no free breakfast"... this is better? Okay. It was still nice, but the bed at the "less good" place in Burlington was more comfy. And it cost $15 to park in hotel parking! What a racket.

We took the T into Boston, which was super easy. We caught the Red Line two blocks from the hotel and it took us right to Boston Common, where we caught Machops and got slices at Sal's Pizza (Spencer approved greatly, as I hoped he would) and stopped into the theater to say hi to Sarah and Jessica, then took the Green Line from the Common to Fenway to get to the House of Blues.

I was supposed to go to the concert with Julia, but she couldn't make it to Boston. We offered to come pick her up, but she said no. So she transferred me the tickets and I went with Spencer instead. It's the first time we've gone to a concert together and we had a good time! I felt kind of sick from alcohol (just one cider, jeez) and tiredness and too many people, so I stood for Night Riots but spent Atlas Genius's whole set sitting on the floor of the mezzanine with my back against the wall. One of the staff saw me stand up when Andrew McMahon came on and offered to let us downstairs for a better view, which we gratefully accepted, and the view was much better from the first floor. Andrew McMahon always puts on a great show, and I have to say I really enjoyed Atlas Genius even though I was on the floor. Night Riots were okay, not phenomenal. But it was a good concert.

After the show we Ubered back to the hotel (15 minutes vs the 45 it would have taken to get the T back) and ended up staying awake until 2:30am getting frisky and then just too awake to sleep after that. I woke up around 5:30 and got to catch a pretty sunrise over the harbor, but I couldn't really get back to sleep after that. We left the hotel around 10-ish, spent too much time trying and failing to find a place to get breakfast, and ended up just stopping at the Framingham Plaza and getting McDonald's and waiting for Sarah and Jessica to meet us for lunch. (I had to get something to eat while we were waiting because the last real food I'd had was the pizza slice around 5pm and we didn't meet them until 12pm.) We got Chinese buffet with them and then hit the road home.

We made it to Albany around 3-ish and went back out to hit the local Pokemon nests because it was absolutely gorgeous out. We drove up to Troy, did not find Machop at RPI, did find a couple of Kabuto in Frear Park, drove back to Albany, found a ton of Machop at Corning Preserve, and a ton of Charmander at Washington Park. Corning Preserve is actually really pretty, right along the Hudson, so I think we're going to have to make that a regular walking stop because it's always a productive nest.

We also got Ben and Jerry's. Spencer is a total ice cream elitist because he's from Vermont, but I'm never going to complain about getting Ben and Jerry's. (It's a little funny because the very first time we met, we walked Washington Park and then I got a scoop at Ben and Jerry's, not realizing that he couldn't afford it when he declined to get one.) There were also about a million doges in the park/in the scoop shop.

Despite my lack of sleep, I felt really good yesterday. I'd been feeling a little blah/down/dull recently, so the change in attitude was nice. I really hope that my mood is turning around. I could really use the seasonal hypomania about now. I feel like I have a lot that needs to get done and I had no motivation to do any of it for the past few weeks. I want to do better. I'd like to really clean the apartment by the end of the month before Spencer gets all moved in. I know it doesn't really matter, that he'll not care if I vacuum or clean the kitchen cabinets, but I want to get the spring cleaning done. The only room I got done before I lost motivation was the bathroom. I'd like to get the kitchen done, at least. My bedroom isn't too terrible, the back room is going to be partially emptied when Claudia leaves, the living room is not too bad. The kitchen is really the worst. Especially the fridge. Oh, the fridge is REALLY bad.

I also have little things I've been putting off that need to be done. I have mail to send to Ivan, Alicia, I said I'd send something to an Amanda Palmer fan in the UK, I have a Reddit Exchange I'm late on sending (it has to be cat-themed, I was going to make jewelry but I only have two little copper cat charms... also one of my amazing fleece cat toys)... I feel like I'm forgetting something, too. I wanted to get rid of some clothes, which I guess I can do at the same time as I pack the winter stuff away, maybe I can do that this weekend. Just figure out what I didn't wear all winter and be rid of it.

Plus there's the habitual stuff I tried to cement and failed at making stick that maybe I'll have more luck with when the sun is rising closer to the time I'm trying to make myself wake up. It was too easy to just go back to sleep when sunrise was 7am. It should be easier to get out of bed when sunrise is at 6am or earlier. I really do want to be more productive in the mornings. I did well with it for like... three or four weeks and then I started failing hard. I feel more motivated now though. And my mornings are like the only time I have alone, since all my evenings I spend with Spencer, plus all of the weekend time he isn't at work. He doesn't demand my attention, we just have been watching a lot of TV together so I haven't been making time to get my solo stuff done. So... if I can make my mornings time I can use, I can get more done. I need to keep doing yoga, maybe not every morning, but maybe I can find a short video I can do every day instead of various 20-25 minute ones whenever I remember to. I need to keep making time to read. It would be nice to make time to write again. I wanted to write poems for National Poetry Month but it's the 10th and I've written 2.

Yeah, I'm writing poetry again. I'm so far just writing the same dumb lovestruck stuff I've always written, but I'm trying to branch out into.... you know, things that aren't just my boyfriend. So far just free verse. I need to ease myself back into formal poetry. I've been sort of idly on-and-off doodling with fanfic again, I finished a couple of Venture Bros stories, I'm half-assedly working on a Futurama fic, I got reminded that I wrote 2 of 4 chapters of an Archer fic that actually got a decent number of kudos that I could go back and finish... deliberately not thinking about the novel right now, but I'm aware that needs to be returned to and completed. Summers are usually not good writing time for me, so I'll see what I can do in the spring, I guess.

I don't know, I feel good and I hope the good feeling lasts.

I have a Welcome to Night Vale show tonight (that I still owe Lisa money for the ticket, yikes), a dental appointment and a therapy appointment tomorrow, and that's all that's on my calendar for this week. The weather is supposed to be nice except for Wednesday, so I'm aiming to make my 6000 step goal on the sunny days. I made almost 10,000 yesterday, that was cool.

So... here's to spring, and feeling better, and getting shit done.
speccygeekgrrl42: (music is life.)
The Mountain Goats show last night was awesome. It wasn't full band, it was just John (and a couple songs with Erin McKeown, who opened for him), and it's just... yes, that is the way to see the Mountain Goats. Just John and his guitar and a baby grand piano. So good.

There was a little dining area railed off from the lower floor where everyone was standing, and I stood up against the railing so I would have a better view, and the hostess bringing food back and forth was like "Can you just make sure to stay to the side?" and I was like "Yeah, if I'm in your way I can move, thank you for letting me stand here" and at one point she dropped a fork and I went to get it for her and every time she said anything to me I made sure to thank her... so I got a perfect view of the stage. And I realized, when Erin left the stage, that I was standing right by the backstage entrance, and the performers had to walk past me to get to the stage. Which means John Darnielle passed within inches of me three times. I tried really hard not to freak out. He's so magnificent.

This is the setlist that he played. Club Helsinki, in Hudson, is a swanky little place, I like it. And there are so many of my favorite songs on this setlist. Wolves, Wings, Julian Calendar, San Bernardino... yes. Yes yes yes.

But because I was so polite to the hostess (she was also really cute), she told me during the encore that John would be doing signings at the merch table, and she told me right where it is, and she was like "I only let you stay there because you were really polite and nice," and I thanked her profusely and scurried off to the table as soon as he finished the last encore song (which was Up the Wolves, one of my favorites!), and then when he made it to the table he was talking to someone about cartoons and she nudged him and was like "this nice young lady has been waiting eagerly all night to talk to you" and I had to try really hard not to freak out again when I thanked him for playing Maybe Sprout Wings and got him to sign my notebook I'd been keeping the set list in and shook his hand. I TOUCHED JOHN DARNIELLE. I SPOKE TO HIM AND HE SPOKE BACK TO ME. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

So uh, I guess my next tattoo has to be the Maybe Sprout Wings tattoo. I just have to figure out what kind of a wing I want on me. Part of me wants a bird wing, part of me wants to knock off two tattoo ideas in one and make it a dragon wing.

For the encore he said "the guy who writes Night Vale is here tonight, so here's a Night Vale-ish song" and then played Pure Milk. Which, I have to admit, is a pretty damn Night Vale song.

And then after we came back to Albany, I brought Justin and Matt to the Joe'n'Dough, because I bring EVERYONE to the Joe'n'Dough if it's late at night, and I think I might see what people mean when they say Alex has a thing for me. I was actually looking for it last night and I think I saw it. And right before we left, he was like "You want a free cone? Since you promote this place so much?" I was like, "sure, who turns down free ice cream?" Yayyyy.

And then I slept, and I dreamed about having breakfast with John in my maternal grandmother's kitchen, and watching pet rats play on the kitchen table, and making fun of his cereal choices, and he kissed me, and it was a really nice dream that I wish could have lasted longer but I woke up at goddamn six am and couldn't get back to sleep. And I have work from 12 to 6. So coffee for me, that's a thing that needs to happen.

Two days ago there was an internal posting for a part time library clerk position in CMS that I immediately submitted my resume and cover sheet for. Yesterday I got scheduled for an interview for a full time library assistant position. As much as I bitch about being poor, I would eight million times rather have the CMS job, because processing materials is far, far superior a job to dealing with the public, especially dealing with kids, especially with the summer reading program starting soon, especially since that full time position is only temporary and the CMS job is permanent. But I'll do my best at the interview, and I'll keep my fingers crossed about CMS. I did send an email to Jendy asking whether the job would be the same as the stuff I was doing when I helped in CMS in January, just to refresh her memory that I was there and I did a really good job. I really, really would like to escape the circulation desk before the Summer Reading Program starts. I don't want to deal with kids. Especially the kids in Arbor Hill. There was a street brawl two blocks up the street from the library with kids fighting literally in the middle of the street holding up traffic, and the cops were like "yeah, we can't really do anything about this" when they got there. What the actual fuck, get me OUT of this place.

I think I'm going to take advantage of this extra time being awake to write. I've been typing up that story but I haven't written past the place I've been stuck for a while now. I just have to power through it and clean it up in the typing/editing process, I think. The dialogue is super awkward, I have a better handle on their characters now and I want more playfulness between them at this point.

Something happened in the last episode of Night Vale that I feel extremely worried about. I think the Sheriff's Secret Police have been infiltrated by Desert Bluffs. I'm very concerned about this. And I'm worried about Cecil, and when was the last time we heard anything about Carlos? Is he okay? Worry.
speccygeekgrrl42: (music is life.)
Last night I broke my concert dry streak and went to SPAC with Brian to see Dave Matthews Band. It was an exceedingly good time! The opening band was called Lettuce and they were really chill. DMB played a good mix of new stuff and old stuff, and I really only know the old stuff except for what I've heard in Brian's car since I got here, so I was pleased to hear so many songs I knew.

Also, that's the most stoned crowd I've ever seen at a concert. The smell of weed permeated the entire lawn. And, you know, it's not like I was behaving myself either. The thing is that back when I was a serious DMB fan, I didn't smoke weed, and once I started smoking I had more or less stopped listening, which is silly because it's perfect stoner music.

Anyways, they played a lot of music I liked last night. They started with Proudest Monkey, did #41 and Say Goodbye, which are two of my favorites, ended the set with Ants Marching and then ended the encore with Tripping Billies. I was very content with the set list.

It started raining just before they played the last encore song, so I put up my umbrella. It trailed off when we walked back to the car, and then started coming down in earnest once we were safely in the vehicle and on our way out of SPAC. And then it turned into a thunderstorm, so I got to watch lightning on the way home, which was cool.

Brian is going back again today with Ann Marie, while April and I are going to park on the couch and watch movies and write and maybe bake cookies. And, you know, I'm going to start chugging cranberry juice in case anyone actually calls me back in the next month and wants to drug test me.

I'm kind of resisting the urge to nap. I slept until noon and I just want to go back to sleep. Not so good.
speccygeekgrrl42: (everything will be all right. : Patrick)


William Beckett shops in the girls' section, and he wears it SO well. He's too pretty to be real. And he is surrounded at all times by shrieking teenage girls and boys, lol.

Gabe Saporta is a cult leader. Really. And he has the prettiest smile in the world.

+44 played "The Rock Show". I never thought I would hear that song live. Kristin and I wigged when we realized what it was. xD

Also, FOB covered "Beat It". Yes, Michael Jackson. And it was AWESOME OMG.

Joe Trohman's hair and his stubble rock my world. Also his guitarskillz, but mostly the JEWFRO. And the constant motion! And basically I am in love with him forever and ever amen.

I left my iPod recording through the Cobra Starship, Academy Is and FOB sets; I will discover the audio quality (poor? or not even worth the bytes suck-ass-poor?) tomorrow. Also I grabbed a bit of video of each of those three, which will also come tomorrow because I want this stuff on my computer, not my sister's.

Some ten year old kid in a striped polo totally had a concert crush on me wandering the lawns at SPAC, and it was hilarious and adorable. He and his buddies were throwing a tennis ball against the bathrooms (which are in a hyuuuuge old stoneworked building) and when I went to move out of their way he was like "No don't leave! D:" and I was like "lol, I'm just going to sit on the grass." and then I watched them while Kristin stalked William Beckett unsuccessfully.

SPAC (That's the Saratoga Performing Arts Center) really is a gorgeous venue and lawn seats are cheap; anyone from Plattsburgh who's heading there for a concert should give me the heads up and I'll see if I have moneys to join because, damn, the pretty and the acoustics and, just, gorgeous spots everywhere. The hippie in me was well pleased.

My dad drove us down and waited in the car, he even parked next to the tour buses for easy post-show stalking which didn't happen because it was over at 10:45, hoooooly balls long show but so, so worth every minute of the time.

My throat is sore as hell, and I have some white noise going in my head, but I would not trade it for the world because I earned every raw cell screaming for boys I love and singing words that aren't mine but they let us all use anyhow.

And at the end of the day, I got to reply to a beer-soaked and vaguely offensive MySpace message with a ballbreaking torrent of words that basically boils down to: "I'm too busy for you, little boy, and I have a man in my sights anyway." :D Possibly cruel of me, but fuck it, if he was expecting more then he should have said so. We had nothing in common anyway.

I'm going to bed stinky because I'm too tired to shower. Tomorrow: packing in earnest, possibly moving a few things over to the apartment, Wal-mart fo'sho, basking in the continued afterglow. A+!

eta; also here is Kristin's post and she has pictures, lots and lots of pictures mostly of William Beckett, lol.

I forgot to mention that FOB played "Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today" and I cried because that's the first song of theirs I heard and, well, I was crying a lot during their set because I'm an emotional wimp and cry when I'm happy. But, god, their set was SO GOOD. Not just IOH stuff, but all their albums, and not just singles. I was so pleased.

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED [livejournal.com profile] pocky_slash!
speccygeekgrrl42: (geek in action)
So yesterday was AWESOME. Kristin went all-out with the Halloween shit, and zombied us up somethin' good.

don't click if you don't want to see a gaping hole in my scene-zombie cheek! )

So then we went to the Mathematicians concert, which was INCREDIBLE. We met up with Mandy ([livejournal.com profile] victoriansquid), who was perfectly dressed as the Swedish Chef, and I helped carry stuff in from the band's van because I remembered how absolutely cool and down-to-earth those guys were and they could use a hand, so... yes. (I'm a groupie or something.) But yes, the first band was Oh So Insidious, and they were pretty good... the lead singer danced like a William Beckett wannabe, and during their performance I coined a new word:

fauxmoerotic. It's the fake gay interplay that happens between band members on stage.

I think I'm clever. Anyway, then the Mathematicians were on, and I fucking rocked my geeky little heart out. No band can make me dance like they can, partially because I dance like a fucking spastic dork and it's embarrassing at anything but a geek rock concert, and partially because they ROCK. I think I almost fell over during Input/Output. xD

They have a new CD out, so I bought it and had them all sign it-- and Dewi Decimal remembered me getting a broken drumstick signed at the Halloween show two years ago. xD And Kristin and I pinned our robot buttons to Pete Pythagoras's sweatervest. They're all so funny and so NICE, I love them to death. xD

They're doing another show in Burlington on November 17th. I really, really want to go.

After the show, we hung out with Amber and picked up Julia and some McDonald's and went back to chill in Amber's room. We just sat around talking for literally like two and a half hours. It was awesome.

I just slept until like 2:30. And when I woke up, the cat walked out of my room. I was like "What the hell, Oreo. Were you watching me sleep? You're creepy." The cat is trying to steal my soul.

Anyway! Today, I think, is devoted to watching movies. But first I'm going to make some tea and some soup and chill out for a bit.
speccygeekgrrl42: (free at last. : Prison Break)

I just had a dream that Tasmanian Devils went extinct. I have no idea what triggered this dream, but it made me sad. And now I have learned that devils love to lay out in the sun. The more you know!

Wooooould anyone be interested in seeing the Decemberists with me in Montreal? There's got to be some other dirty hippie indie kids around... they're playing the Metropolis on November 5 and tickets are, according to the website, $19.75 Canadian. It would kick ass, come on. :D

Last night, as I failed to mention, my sister assaulted me in Wal-Mart (she pushed me and made me fall down. ;_; I have a bruise on my hip now.), and then I scored season 1 of Prison Break. So the weekend plans involve Amber, Kristin, whatever recreational substances of varying legality we can scrape up, and EVERY EPISODE OF PRISON BREAK IN ORDER. We can totally do it in two days, which is good because SEASON PREMIERE ON MONDAY AAAAH. :D :D :D

What else... oh, a little linkdump.

Why Jon Stewart should run for President. It's going on, what, two-three years people have been saying this? xD

This one courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] sdragon: Getting free stuff from the most virulent of Christian propagandists, for fun and profit. Apparently, you can get three free copies of the Narnia movie every time you try this! xD And that's about the only thing worth anything. Yeah.

Okay, it was a VERY small linkdump...

And a meme, proving that broken English is HIlarious:
I am flower named speccygeekgrrl !
I consist of my friends!
Are you flower too?

Now, I have chores to do around the house to earn $10 so I can see Accepted. It's like being thirteen again! xD
speccygeekgrrl42: (you can't touch my brother : MCR)
Yesterday was just a freaking trip and a half, oh my god.

Let me preface this by saying I'm not sure if I lost my voice at all because I can't hear anything very clearly in the vocal range. Raindrops, sure, phones ringing, things falling, but you look at me and try to speak and I'm all trying to lipread because from my sister's voice to my dad's voice is all covered in ringing. (which, to reference, are the highest and lowest voices I have had a chance to not hear since leaving the concert. xD)

So where do I start. Um.

Yesterday was hectic to say the least, at work... Lots of people coming in, lots of vouchers and food pantry orders to fill. Busybusy. But Kristin and I still had time to poke about the backstories of our D&D characters, and omg have to play more. xD So excited about more playing. I'm actually kind of excited about, you know, not letting Noran die. I didn't care so much on Monday, but-- he's cute! I like him. And the 'fraternal banter' with Darrin is just too good to stop. xD

So that was that, and now... okay! After work. I got mail! All those empty imps I'd been waiting for, plus a sweet bonus bookmark because they were so late. It's very peratty, and OMFG [livejournal.com profile] himekokurai I CAN MAKE YOUR MISK. U DECANT FINALLY. (If I can find the package I had ready for you, now. -_-) AND ALSO. I got a package from the lovely [livejournal.com profile] vash_donutangel, oh my god, LUSH STUFF. *loves all over* Figs and Leaves and Sakura and omg! I can't wait to take a bath and use the hell out of that bomb. :3 And jesus, that sandalwood/satsuma orange/floral blend is delicious. SO MUCH THANK YOU. ♥♥

So it took a little while to get on the road, 4:30 instead of the 12:30 we'd been planning the day before, due to a big change in who was going. As it ended up, my dad drove Shell and Ai and I up to Montreal-- we got lost at the end of it, Mapquest forgot a street and I had to go into a gas station and ask the nice man behind the counter for directions in a halfassed blend of English and French. Finally we found the place, and the line was HUGE, and it was raining and I had left my hoodie in the car, and there was a group of teenaged girls behind us very loudly and badly singing MCR songs in Canadian accents. We kept warm by plotting their deaths. xD

The venue was awkward, a sports stadium-- rather, a tennis arena-- partitioned off into coatcheck and merch table and concessions and the actual audience area. The leading bands were okay, but god, I wish I'd thought to bring earplugs-- I think the first one was Circa Survive, and I kind of liked them even if the singer did dance like he was having a seizure. The second was Thrice, and... yeah, I kind of like their single, and the banner they had was definitely cool, but they are, um, better recorded. TOO GODDAMN LOUD.

Okay, we were standing maybe 15 or 20 feet from one of the speaker arrays. But still. The speakers were giving feedback because they were too loud. EXCESSIVE.

And then, god, the soundcheck for MCR was so long, I thought I would die. xD And then finally, the curtain dropped and it was just one long orgasm from then on. THE THINGS GERARD WAY DOES WITH HIS HIPS. I think he can only do that in Canada because it's got to be illegal in the US. The way he had the crowd wrapped around his little finger was just great. And they played all the songs I'd hoped they'd play-- not just the singles, but my favorites-- You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison, Give 'Em Hell, Kid, Hang 'Em High. And they played a new song, it was incredible, I cannot wait to hear whatever that gets put out on. (illegal bootleg download? anyone? plzkthx?)

And then, god, the encore. I'm Not Okay. I could barely sing along, I'd screamed myself so hoarse; I could barely jump, I'd jumped so much, but I did both for that song. xD And then a big explosion of shiny silver and red scraps, and they were done and gone.

We fought our way back to concessions and paid $10.75 for two cups of water and a cup of powerade. Cups, because they wouldn't give us bottles, even though we were leaving. I drank mine before we even found my dad in the car, which took way too long because we were deaf and I couldn't just call him and find where he was, I had to send lots of txt messages. xD So, so parched. Next time I go to concerts, I'm bringing earplugs and smuggled water. For reals.

We sold the extra ticket, since Julia didn't want to come and was pitching a bitch fit. Got $60 Canadian for it, so we each got a t-shirt. xD My very first tour shirt! And, um, stopped for sammiches and drinks at a gas station before heading home, which was a quiet ride because my dad was the only one who could hear. xD

So in short, JESUS CHRIST. My Chemical Romance puts on a great show, and Canadians are incredibly polite-- I don't even think I saw one successful mosh pit, and no deathly crush of bodies. And less smoking than at the Hammerstein. xD So, um, six thumbs up, and now I'm going to go puncture my eardrums to get this ringing to stop! :D
speccygeekgrrl42: (hello there.. : Ville Valo)

more of an update when I, you know, regain feeling in the rest of my body.



(also, I think an old black guy on the subway thought Julia and I were lesbians; he said we were "so beautiful" and "femininely beautiful" and went on to some shocked-looking Asian kid about how to apporoach women like us. *_* Um, WEIRD.)


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