Help Wanted

Having completed my first full day of work at the ever-so-charming Subway, I have realized one thing:

I need servants.

Here, I made a list of things my slaves--uh...I mean, employees.....should do-
1-Wake me up in the mornings and make sure I get out of bed and downstairs. If I have to wake up, it's always better to wake up to someone nice.
2-Shaving. I dislike shaving my legs and so I only do it when I feel like it (or am wearing a very short skirt and fishnets to a show ::pretends that didn't happen::), which is usually a very rare event. However, now that my only option for work is this little khaki (i hate khaki) skirt, I need someone to shave my legs for me every two or three days.
3-Take me out for lunch every so often. This doesn't have to be a very common thing.
When I get home-
4-Give me a foot massage. GROSS, huh??? Believe me, I know, this just goes to show you how bad my lower extremities feel right now.
5-Lower back rub if I need it.
6-Take me out somewhere or suggest things to do in the afternoon/evening so I don't feel like the whole reason for my day was being a so-called "sandwich artist."
7-Talk to me about interesting, engaging, intelligent and mentally-stimulating things so that I can enjoy my post-work day and not think so much about how sucky and depressing having a set 8-hour schedule is.

(Yes. I know. This would make me very spoiled. But have you ever been spoiled? I just recently found out how fun it is!)

I could have a small crew with alternating shifts, because just one person wouldn't want to do everything, besides, that would get boring for me anyway. And my miniature army of Angela's Work Crew would be in addition to the ever-desired Designated Hugger. (Hey, if I'm having imaginary slaves, I'm having myself an imaginary Designated Hugger too, okay?) And since Designated Huggers are actually part Designated Hugger, part beck-and-call boy, part slave, having a separate crew to take care of my working needs would lighten the poor dude's load.

*Requirements: You must love me. You must worship me. And not be too weird.
*Amount of Training Hours needed before you can start will vary per servant.
*All interviews conducted by me.

Now Accepting Applications!
(Apply below.)

P.S. Blindside post and pictures coming soon, promise.

The Best 13 Hours I've Ever Spent Away From Home

I hate cocky guys.
I hate people who think they are better than you because -you- have more class than -them-.
I hate people who when you ask them one thing they end up lecturing you on a billion other things that you didn't even want to know about.
I hate macho guys.
I hate guys who think they have an answer to everything.
I hate guys who assume, before you even say anything, that everything that comes out of your mouth is going to be wrong, just because you are female.
I hate people with no style.

Friday night I met a guy who was all 7 of these and worse. Luckily he lives in Montana and will never be seen again by me.

My thumb is sore. You know why? I went to punch that guy and missed and jammed it. You know why? Because we'd been waiting with each other for 2 hours and were so bored we were playing The Game. You know what we were waiting for? WE WERE WAITING OUTSIDE THE BLACK FRIDAY TOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!




I GOT TO GO TO THE SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! We had this last-second change of plans, it was amazing. The reason I thought we weren't gonna be able to go was because we had training the afternoon, but when we got to Subway the guy says, "Sorry, we're not training today, it looks like Monday instead." AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! So we (me and Crystal) race home, change clothes, get directions to the venue and manage to make it out the door only a half-hour after we'd originally planned on leaving. By the time we stopped for gas and a cash advance at the bank, it was 3 o'clock, and then we were finally on our way. I could not believe it was happening!!!!! The day before we ate at the Canton and my fortune cookie said . So, I guess this was my pleasant surprise, huh? ;)

The drive went off without a hitch and we got there in exactly 2 hours. We pull up to the venue, a very clean, churchy, Christian-hang-out type place, and there are exactly 4 kids in the ticket holder's line and NO kids in the ticket buyer's line!! SwEEEEt!! We station ourselves on the hot concrete behind the yellow rope to the right of the entryway, and there we wait, for the next 2 hours. The pre-show is an entire story in itself. Here is where the part about me trying to punch the obnoxious Ben kid, missing, and jamming my thumb in the process. Oh well. He actually more deserved a pop in the nose, cocky little self-absorbed..... annoying-person. He'd honestly never even heard of Blindside. I thought for sure he was kidding. He wasn't. Oh well. We promised him he'd be a fan by the end of the night.

At 7 we buy our tickets and transfer to the ticket holder's line, which at that point was still ridiculously short. During the next hour while we waited for the doors to open it grew to quite a long loop around the parking lot and across the line. We met this kid with great dreads named Chris who was also part of The Union, he was a very nice person, especially after that other kid, so we got to chat with him for a bit.

Finally at 8:20 they open the doors and we step into..... air conditioning! I couldn't believe our luck. A venue with air? Who'd ever heard of such a thing? Hurray! Maybe I like this chruchy place after all. (We were already dripping, literally, from our three-hour wait outside in 94 degree and a thousand percent humidity weather.) Crystal and I get into the main room and realize that the stage is just right there, and there's hardly anybody in front of it, so we run and secure spots in the second "row" behind some fat kids who I kid you not did not move the entire show. The three in the center and directly in front of us were so huge they took up enough space for at least eight regular kids, no joke, especially considering how people squish together at shows. ::rolls eyes::

Pass another hour and finally....... the show begins! Dun-dun-duuuun. haha. Well, we shall put the good stuff into another post, because here comes my mum and I'm not supposed to be on the computer right now. =P

El Ultimo!

(Translation: Angela is a huge, bored loser.)

Last Person You...

.: x saw- Crystal
.: x touched- Julie, trying to get her off me on the couch
.: x kissed- Hmm..... I actually have no idea
.: x hugged- Sadly, probably Julian. =P Well wait, maybe Robin.
.: x watched a movie with- Crystal, "Return To Me," hideously cheesy, stay far, far away
.: x cried over- George Harrison. ::sheepish grin::
.: x cried on their shoulder- I don't know, I tend not to cry in groups.
.: x said 'gee s/he's hot' about- Peter Frampton (While watching footage from 1976, not his current appearance, =D, and minus the whole "Gee!" thing, too.)
.: x said 'I love you to'- Paul.....
.: x had a crush on- Ahh, I don't know. I watched five hours of the "History Of Rock N Roll" last night, obviously a huge festival of heat, so probably like Tom Petty or something. =P
.: x thought 'gee s/he's smart' about- Ray Manzarek
.: x were jealous of- Ray Manzarek
.: x felt sorry for- Maybe Jimi Hendrix, you know, the way he died.
.: x hated- Eh, that probably goes in the parental category.
.: x got angry with- Got angry at the family.
.: x bought something for- Um, Sgt. Pepper's for my dad, I think.
.: x got a present from- Hmm, not sure.
.: x called on the phone- The venue Blindside played at (they never pick up the phone!!!!)
.: x got a phone call from- Susen or Bethany? (I keep missing Susen, sad.)

Last thing you...

.: x ate- A piece of white bread =)
.: x drank- Milk
.: x saw- Well..... the monitor?
.: x touched besides the computer- My neck
.: x watched on tv- (History Of Rock N Roll) The 70s: Have A Nice Decade
.: x saw in a movie theater- I don't know
.: x wanted- An artistic spirit
.: x needed- Something to do
.: x twisted- SOMEONE'S MIND, RAHHH!!
.: x listened to-My brother describing Alien vs. Predator.... oh yay.
.: x squeezed- My thumb?
.: x yelled at- Blindside? Not yelled atyelled at, but I was singing along, you know. =)
.: x punched- Uh, this kid named Ben who was behind us in line for several hours before the show
.: x taped- A Blindside poster to Crystal's car's back window
.: x graded- Graded?

Last Time You...

.: x cried- Last night, they had this clip of George Harrison playing at this "tribute to the electric guitar" thing in the 90s and I was like "Baaahhhh! Geoooorge!!!!!"
.: x yelled- At the Blindside show =P =D
.: x smiled- a couple minutes ago, Stuart was describing aliens eating each other or something
.: x changed clothes- Just got out of my pjs an hour or so ago.
.: x slept- This evening..... I went to bed at 7:30 this morning and got up around 5 or 6.
.: x worked out- I don't.
.: x played a game- Crystal and I played "The Quiet Game" with Julie earlier. Heh, just a ploy to get her to shut up for a couple minutes.
.: x played a sport- Don't do that either.
.: x went to the mall- Can't remember, a couple months ago, maybe?
.: x went to the movies- Mighta been when we saw Hitch, that was an awful movie.
.: x ate fast food- Had Wendy's while sitting in the "ticket buyers" line
.: x went to church- The week we were in Nashville, Crystal and me went to Bethel World Outreach. (Saw Toby McKeehan and his wife and Truett. =))
.: x talked to someone- Just now, Stuart again.

Svart Fredag =P

I want to scream where people can hear me.

But lately you've been painting on the walls with a black fire you lit, and you call it your mirror.

BAM! BAM! This last hammer-slam to my head has left me buried in the ground SLAM! to my neck it's getting harder and harder to breathe emo emo emo When did I turn into such a f'ing emo kid? I hate acting like this.

"Oh, that guy called, I must've missed it." WORDS SO seCURE SCREAMing like an aLARM!

But come on, it's been three times in just a year! And may I mention, the only three times they've been in this state.

This state, this state, this stupid wretched awful state. I hate this state and I hate Sonny and I hate that stupid stupid stupid stupid boss-manager guy COULD YOU HAVE PICKED A WORSE DAY EVER AFTER TWO MONTHS SINCE F'ING APRIL?!?!?!

MAYBE THE ONE WHO SCREAMS THE MOST SCREAMS ABOUT HIMSELF!!!!!!!

BAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Black Friday. Black Friday, indeed. I should have known. And this new album is called The Great Depression. How............fitting.

(I love Christian's old voice. They have a couple ooooollllllllddddd EPs that I am dying to get my hands on.)

I miss the Pitiful video. =( Silly new site. Let's go, get this stuff up there! Don't worry about me, I just need to get all this badness out somewhere. Give it time and I'll be excited again. But for now I'm wondering if I should ever even try anymore. Hey, don't anybody ever invite me to a Blindside show with them because it will inevitably end up not working out and you won't get to go. I AM SO CURSED!!!!

I can not believe this is happening. Again. I cannot believe it.

WHY DOESN'T SOMEBODY JUST KILL ME?!?!

This is horrible.

Maybe That's Only When You're Slap-Happy. Or Dumb Like Me.

heehee

White Ninja is incredibly stupid, but he can also be pretty funny sometimes. =D

Till The Stars Fall From The Sky

Today was actually a decent day. Crystal and I went up to Polaris, so I finally got to return those crappy colored pencils I paid 7 bucks for a couple weeks ago at Michael's. Then we got a Birthday Cake Remix at Cold Stone (HIGHLY recommended, fantastic ice cream), and discovered the most wonderful store that I had never known was so cool, the name of which I am not going to tell you because I don't want it to suddenly become some new "thing" which many poseurs swarm down upon. So I am keeping it a secret to myself (and Crystal, obviously), to avoid any and all possiblities.

Today was a very Doors-y day, because at this cool shop I bought this great poster of Jim Morrison in the whole "American Poet" stance, only it's painted and colored and it's got a skull and a bottle of whiskey and some other stuff in the background, it's so awesome. Then on the drive home the same Oldies station played Touch Me, and then like two songs later, Light My Fire. !!! We were quite psyched about that and did a little screaming. They never play bands twice in a row unless it's a Beatles Twin Spin. =D

The last incident of the day was after we came home from getting pizza at Godfather's, I found Crystal in her room with the beginnings of a drawing of my dearest Jim. I stuck around and helped her out and below you will find what we ended up coming up with. I did the mouth and helped with alot of the shading. She did the rest--including the completely amazing jaw line. That and the right eye are the best parts, I think. The hair's kinda crappy, we know, but hey--hair's hard, especially curly hair like his.



The more I look at it, the more he's starting to look like a monkey. Oh well. Considering neither of us can really draw and we did it in like an hour, I don't think it's too bad.

Here's a version of the photo we were modeling it after. Except our copy was made to look faded, which is why the drawing has alot less lines than the photo.

Honest comments would be appreciated.

So that was my Doors-y day. "Come on, come on, come on, come on, now touch me babe...." ;) Sweet dreams...

Oh, Yes

The boys are very definitely back in town.

I thought it was time for a little bit of a Blindside.... picture update! Just in time for the Black Friday Tour, too. Oh man, the first freakin' tour date is them playing at Alive. Guess who's not going--again! >= l Mmmmrrrr.... Very not cool. Hopefully if the all-seeing Sonny blinks we'll be able to see them next week in Cincinnati. Cleveland? Uh-oh. I need to go find out or else I'm not a good fan.

Anyway, even if you don't know their stuff, you should go. You'll get turned into a fan; these guys put on an amazing show. Tickets are pretty cheap considering what you're paying for. Definitely worth your 13, 14, 15 bucks. Here's a link to the tour page if you wanna check it out. They've re-designed the website and it looks great, and faster than the old one, too. None of this crappy, Relient k-style concert for these dudes, Blindside is one of the few bands these days that actually put on a real, good, honest show. Blindside makes me proud to be human. Now, on to the rest of the photos. Beware, it's alot of Christian. =P


Okay, this one is just so you can get a good look at Christian. So different. I can't get over it. So it's been like a year, he looks like a completely different guy! Facial hair? Blonde???? I bite my lip and quickly commit myself to supporting his choices. =P


Marcus workin' on some drum tracks for the new album, The Great Depression. I'm quite psyched.


See that guys sitting on the table in the back, on the right? That's Jason Perry, right? Wrong. Dude, I totally thought it was Jason Perry for a second "What? What's he doing in Blindside's studio?" until I looked closer and realized, it was Christian. =) Heh. Sorry, man.


Christian suddenly seems to think he is Kevin Max.


Leave me alone, I've gotta "catch up on my reeeading...."

That wraps things up for now, chicos. Many hearts for the best band in the western hemisphere (haven't checked out the eastern =P).

Truth, Perspective, And Nietzsche

I'm not afraid.

Did you really want to fight over something?
It's really nothing, it doesn't matter.
Do you really want to scar my heart with words that hurt me?
Don't hurt me.
I don't really want to cry over issues.
Wet tissues stick to my shoes.


22) Arrogance on the part of the meritorious is even more offensive to us than the arrogance of those without merit: for merit itself is offensive.

37) Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.

43) Faith: not wanting to know what is true.

45) Fear is the mother of morality.

59) I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.

80) It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.

99) Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

100) Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.

113) Perhaps I know why it is man alone who laughs: He alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

117) Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.

125) If one is something one really does not need to make anything. ("You've got it made/What does 'got it made' mean, anyway?/You don't make anything")

150) This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

161) We have art in order not to die of the truth.

179) Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called 'Ego'.

182) Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.


"You didn't have to be so nice, I would've loved you anyway."

Dilemma

What do you do when you reeeally want to listen to a CD but because of your sudden burst of anger and disappointment in their lead singer you just can't bring yourself to do it?

If I put in either, it'd be Almost Here, but I'd really like to listen to the EP. But that's just way too much narcissism. "Glenda?" Oooh, I could've punched his pretty little face in (at the moment). It's a good thing they weren't staying at the same Hampton Inn as us, or I'd be facing a law suit and he'd be facing a broken nose, and the rest of the band would be facing alot less fans as a result of William's sudden swerve towards ugliness.

I know, I know, I'm a complete loser. You can all comment and tell me so. I'm going to become an even bigger loser because one look from those smiling brown eyes and I will probably instantly forget that we ever even -had- a plan. What makes it even worse is that if he continues to act like a 6th-grader, I will still continue to pay upwards of $20 (tickets, gas, service charge) for now just 1 1/2, maybe 2 seconds, of him hugging me. That's really what it all boils down to now, since we've lost everything else. 20 bucks to feel the arms of the most beautiful boy on Earth around me for just a moment, feel the heat seeping from his torso into mine for a second, long enough to take one breath of him. Arms around bodies and interlinking smiles. Pathetic. Beyond expression through the English language pathetic.

So I'm singing the song ("I'm a loser, I'm a loser, and I'm not what I appear to be.") and I don't even want to talk about missing the Strange Days Festival and The Doors The Doors The Doors and I think I kind of need a hug. Anyone willing to do the awful task?

Quote Of The Day: "Believing nothing, the skeptic is blind; believing everything, the naif is lame." Too bad it's from Hinduism Today.

It's Magic...

Well, well, well, it's Nashville for me this weekend! We drive down early [if Jane can get her bum out the door faster than the rate of one foot per 20 minutes] tomorrow morning and don't return till Tuesday night. What happens in between will be three days full of Jane intending to make our stay as hellish as possible, Julian, Crystal stressing, an experience with Bethel World Outreach, Crystal meeting her potential roomies, country-music-listening vomit-inducers, and crashing in a Hampton Inn suite at night. It's gonna be interesting.

But wait, you heard that right--Julian! Turns out the Mae tour is playing some little club called The End on Sunday night, 12 bucks, in Nashville, while we're in town! So guess who's gonna be there? I'm quite elated. We don't have to wait till July 13th to see him again. :) I love brown eyes. So Sunday night will be filled with ugly shoes, truth-telling hips, chewed inner lips, sweat and surprise and the only honest smiles I can ever make. I'm excited, excited, excited.

It's been threatening to rain here for days, every afternoon getting cloudy and windy and cool and right when you expect the skies to pour you suddenly realize you're back sitting in the family room, with the ventilador on, fanning yourself, with a glass of ice water and marveling over the moment-by-moment discovery that it really is possible to breathe such muggy air. Just rain already!!! It's so cruel to tease.... :(

Well, in spite of getting to see our man again, I am somewhat dreading this weekend (understandable), I have alot left to get ready, not to mention hitting up the thrift stores because I have become one of those girls when it comes to William Beckett. *gags* Oh no. Add that to the whole "Jackson suicide" rumor -oh gosh, I really thought they were being serious for a second, my poor Michael, I almost had a heart attack!- well.... eh, let's just say I have alot better things to be doing right now than blogging on this strange thing.









Oh, P.S. I just finished this book, Little Children, and as a short review I must say it is just REALITY. It's very realistic. Aside for some slow parts and a few instances of cheesy affair-dialogue, I rather enjoyed it. Perotta is good and talented when it comes to writing a story that could feasibly have been non-fiction. None of that corny crap like YA novels throw at you. Don't read YA novels! They suck! [A bit of a personal rant here, as you can see.] Anyway, I liked it, I recommend it, it's a really good summer book (<--- The typical cliche recommendation, I know. :D), relatively light but with some dark overtones. Good.

I Got Bored And You Should Play Too!

Go to Google Images and search for: Place you grew up. Place you live now. Your name. Your Grandmother's name. Your favorite food. Your favorite drink. Your favorite song. Your favorite smell. Then post the first or your favorite result for each.

(Sorry, I couldn't find out how to do cuts for the life of me, so you're stuck looking at it all on the main page.)

Place where I grew up. Sort of. Till I was 4.

Columbus, Ohio!

Place where I live now. Yes I went from that to this. Tractors.

Delaware, OH. Woot. This is at our county fair.

My name.

Yes, my name is Angela Sparks. This is what came up. No, I don't have any idea, either.

My grandma's name!

Janice Sparks, apparently some kind of amateur painter from Michigan. ::shrugs::

One of my favorite foods.

Spaghetti with sauce! Yum! Oh, how I heart being Italian.

Favorite drink.

Love Kool-Aid. Gotta love Kool-Aid.

My favorite-at-the-moment-song.

Copeland's "No One Really Wins." Someone sure got on that one quick. Ugly girl, though.

My all-time, will-never-be-challenged favorite smell.

Yep, that one, right there. Issey Miyake cologne, on that boy, best thing ever. (Sorry. Nearly a year later, I still can't help it.)

As You Will Soon Discover, I Have Absolutely NO Idea What I'm Trying To Say

I decided I needed to post. It felt like it had been a long time. Then I realized it hadn't. That's good, because I really didn't have anything to say. However, since I'm already here, I'll give you a dry run-down of my day so far, in chronological order.

I didn't get up till 3 o'clock. A massive heat wave has hit the area. I had a glass of ice water and a bowl of orange sherbet for breakfast. Then I had some Cheetos. (I love Cheetos. Alot. I mean, I really love Cheetos.) Me, Crystal, and my dad discussed the pros and cons of having your own pool (in- or above-ground?) vs. going to the public pool. Sam and I decided to be better friends. Me and Crystal tried to remember the last time we'd had decent, two-piece bathing suits that actually fit us. We complained about how bathing suits are way too expensive now. And I'm currently wondering where on the Revolting Scale me-in-a-two-piece-bathing-suit will hit (I've become the owner of a pair of hips and a pair of thighs since sixth grade). The beginning of summer brings a slight depression to the minds of many in the female sector of our species; the thought of walking around in public severely under-dressed is not at all uplifting, especially in light of how much larger our persons are compared to the anorexic models shown all over the media as the only form of "acceptable." Not that we buy into all that rubbish. (At least, I don't. More shouldn't.) We are secure in our persons. We know we are beautiful. (We also pride ourselves in tending to have more interior substance than the anorexic models. *ahem*) But still. I like clothes. I prefer to be fully dressed when people are looking. I know I don't own the kind of person that can prance around in a black bikini. I don't want to prance around in a black bikini. But since there are plenty of those girls around, the kind that make you want to cry when you look in the mirror in spite of it all, perhaps I shall parade to the pool in a burlap bag instead.

Tragedy

*shiver*




In Bellefontaine. Isn't it mad? That's insane. I just found out about it last night. Insane.