Thursday, August 24, 2006

So last night, I went to my first ever Red Hot Chili Peppers concert and had a blast. It was down in San Diego, and it started around 7:30PM, but I left real early so I wouldn't get caught in any traffic. I ended up going down the 5, and decided to stop at a YMCA that was on the way, because I had been there a long time ago. Back in...98 probably, Ben, Jeremy and I went to a YMCA in Encinitas because it had a skate park. We went down there and skated around for a few hours and had a good time, so I figured since I had ti'me, i'd stop by and see how the place has turned out. They moved it to a new area, built a whole new street area, kept the huge halfpipe, and even added two pools and a area for the younger set to practice. I watched a few kids who couldn't have been much older than 6 skate around for a little bit, and I thought that was kinda cool. I left there, and got to the arena around 4:45PM, so I had a few hours to kill. I read a bit, played a little Tetris, and headed inside around 7PM.

I went inside, searched for the merchandise booth, and bought myself a shirt. Headed down to my seat to wait for a while before getting a drink and sitting down for the opening act, the Mars Volta. I don't know if its just the way they had their stuff set-up that night, but they fucking sucked. It literally sounded like a ton of jumbled noise with a bit of a drumbeat and lyrics once in a while. I swear I understood maybe four words the guy sang the whole time. So yeah, I was bored with the opening act. After they finished I headed outside for a bit, and when I came back, there were people sitting in the seat next to me. The dude to my left introduced himself, and he must've been slightly wasted/drunk at the time, because he asked me twice in the span of about 3 minutes if I liked 311, and must've asked me 6 times between the time I sat down and the time the Peppers came on if I was ready to rock. Nothing wrong with that, I just found it kinda funny. He introduced himself to everyone around him too, the group of guys in the back, the mom with her son at his first concert in front of us, it was a good time. The kid's mom was taking all these pictures of him too, I thought it was kinda cool, and funny at the same time.

Anyway, to make a long story short, RHCP tore the house down, it was fucking amazing. Oddly enough, it didn't really hit me until about 3 songs in that I was finally seeing them live. They played a good hour and a half set, and came back for a two song encore. It was just amazing...i'm so glad I made the trek down there, seeing them live for the first time made it all worth it. I had a bit of a scare before the concert, too. I was sitting in my car waiting for the show to start, and when I decided to finally go into the building and find my seat, I grabbed the envelope with my ticket in it and opened it, and the ticket wasn't inside. It scared the shit out of me, I thought I had left it at home, and I was so pissed. I took a minute to calm down, and looked around my car for it to see that it had indeed slipped out of the envelope and was underneath the passenger seat.

On an unrelated note, something came up tonight that got me somewhat upset. For about 6 years now, i've been a part of a message board, and have even made my way up to admin, second only to the person who actually runs the forums and the main site attached to it. Within the past few months, the owner has for the most part disappeared, and most of the people associated with the boards, who have been there for years, have stopped posting regularly...some altogether. So recently I was inspired to ask the owner if I could take over the boards, since he was gone so much. I asked him about a month ago, and time went by and I didn't see or hear from him regarding the manner. Tonight he popped into the chat room associated with the board and made one of his trademark random statements. So, I took the initiative and asked him about my idea. He (possibly jokingly so he could go to bed or whatever) said no without even giving it a semblance of a thought. Now, i've got nothing against the guy really, but the way he's handled the site and the board as of late has been bugging me. I'm trying to do him a favor since he seemingly has little to no time to give the board or the site the time and attention it deserves. I don't even want to take over the whole thing, just the message board side of things. I don't want to "dethrone" him or anything like that, but considering he's rarely there, and i'm there pretty much every single day in some way/shape/form, I don't think its asking too much to be given control of the board, but he seems adamant in his refusal...and its really starting to bug me. Its starting to bug me so much that i'm considering doing something I never thought I would do, and that's leaving. I love that place, the memories i've had, and the majority of the people i've met on there. I've grown up with a lot of them, and i've always told myself i'd be there until the day the site dies completely. As much as I want to stay there and do that, the more time goes on without these issues being resolved, it makes me want to leave. I've just about had it with this, to be honest...and i'd talk to him about it, but since he's rarely ever there, it makes it kinda hard. I really don't know what to do. I'm torn between both possibilities, and I don't see a resolution to this problem anytime soon.

Listening to: The Offspring - Can't Repeat

Oh, and i'll be going out to Arizona again this weekend...yay!

Monday, August 21, 2006

I don't know if its because i'm lonely or what, but I had some pretty evil thoughts today. I was getting onto the freeway, and in the car in front of me, some guy and his gf were in the backseat and they started making out...and the first thought that popped into my head was, "I want to slam into the back of their car. " It looked like they were still doing it when I passed by them about 30 seconds later, and I once again felt like slamming into the car. Like...I was seriously on the verge of doing it. I dunno what the hell held me back.

Yeah, so I wanted to quite possibly kill some people just because they were making that bad? LOL.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Another song with lyrics that I feel fit my life at the least for one person in particular.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Went out to the beach on Saturday with Ben and a majority of his family. Had a good, relaxing day out there. Got the day off a few weeks ago and was looking forward to it. Didn't get down to the water, but wasn't really looking to, to be honest. I just relaxed and enjoyed not being at work. I got there around noon, and it was just Ben, his dad, his brothers Danny and Rob, and his cousin (I think its his cousin anyway) Doug. The rest of his family started arriving around 3PM, and we had a good old time, cooking hotdogs, making smores, you know...all that good shit. After the cooking got done, I played around with the younger kids for a while, and they wore me out pretty quick. Made me realize I don't want more than one kid. More than that just takes way too much out of me...and i'm only 25! So yeah, good day.

Didn't do a damn thing Sunday, didn't do a damned thing Monday. Worked the last two days, and it was surprisingly light all around both days. I was busier today, but yesterday was super easy. I think I was only out on my route for about an hour and ten minutes before I was done, which NEVER happens.

While I was down at the beach, I brought up the idea of getting a tattoo, which wasn't a popular idea with Ben and his dad. His dad and I talked about it for a little while, and he brought up that he felt that, even though what I wanted was meaningful, its not what how my dad would want me to remember him, which is true when I think about it. My dad had tattooes, and he regretted it. I remember a long time ago when I asked him what they were, he told me, and he also told me that he wished he had never got them, that he hated them and so on. Even though I hadn't forgotten about it, but back when I was seriously considering getting one, the thought never really dawned on me. But the more I think about it since then, I never did hear exactly why my dad hated them. For all I know, he could've hated them because they weren't as meaningful later in life as they were at the time that he got them. I honestly don't think that's the case, but then again, I can't be sure. I never asked, because at the time I didn't really think about it or care.

And even though Ben and his dad made me re-think my decision a little, in the end I still feel that its something I want to do. As much as I respect their input, and understand where they're coming from, when it boils down to it, its something that I want to do. My dad may not have approved of it, but it's not like he'd love me any less. But again, in the's my decision. It's something i've been thinking about off and on for a year now, the idea changing here and there until its become what it is now, and what I most likely will get when the time comes. So, basically what i'm saying is, its good to know that people outside of my family care about me, but when push comes to shove, i'm going to do what I want to. It's something I truly want to do, and I really don't think any amount of talk will change that.