Meet Sisky!!

This is Sisky. She's my tiny turtle I bought from Chinatown yesterday... yeah that's kinda a shady story.. i really don't want to go into very much...

ANYWAAAAAYS! i would like to tell you of Sisky's adventures from yesterday.

So away we go!

Like I said before she was purchased from a creepy store in Chinatown, and from there was took her to a dumpy Chinese restaraunt.. she doesn't like human food, so she didn't have anything to eat. After that, we took her on a nice long bus ride to none other than NAVY PIER! WOO! But Sisky doesn't really like shopping or crazy tourists, so we didn't stay too long there. We jumped on another bus and made our way back to the South Side to Reggie's. We were kind of nervous that the good kind people who worked there wouldn't let me in with little Sisky, but it was worth the try... But first. We made a trip into record Breakers to look at overly priced music.. Sisky doesn't like high scale record stores so she didn't look at all, but Teegan and I looked through the records, but realized they were god awful expensive. Sisky didn't want to say she told us so, but she made it evident that that's what she wanted to say. And then we made a stop in Reggie's Tshirt store just to look... (caught a glimpse of William from the doorway.. he was chillin at the bar.) Then we headed back for the line to get into Reggie's. it wasn't too bad.. only about ten minutes.. nothing like the Metro where it was cold, snowing and it took an hour for them to let us in... but that's a different story.. one without Sisky.. well.. the Sisky I'm telling you about.. We were still a little apprehensive about whether or not I was going to be able to bring her in or not.. so when the opened the doors and we walked in... they DIDN'T EVEN LOOK IN MY BAG!! Sisky got in scotch free!! so headed up to the balcony because we knew it would be safer for Sisky to be there away from all the clumsy teenagers in the crowd.. she had her own little table to sit on and everything! I took her out of the bag her tank was in and let her see out.. I think she enjoyed the show.

She got to see like four bands plus WILLIAM BECKETT! she's a fan.

On the way out I didn't put her back in the bag, I just carried her out. I got stopped by a girl selling merch at a table who said she had two of the kind of turtles Sisky was and she couldn't stop talking about them. Then when I walked outside, there was Davey passing out flyers for his Metro show. ahaha. had to put that in there.. and one girl with him was like "IS THAT A TURTLE!!" no it's a dog! what do you think it is! A dude from Draft Week handed me an EP and said that it was for my pet turtle.. and then another girl asked me if i brought my turtle to the show. I told her i had no other option.. she didn't get it. I told her i bought it today and i didn't have anywhere else to put it. she still didn't get it... she was like "uhh in your car.." and i was like "uhh... i didn't take my car" some people don't realize that Chicago has some awesome public transportation... Then we made one last stop at Argo Tea in the city and then drove back to Teegan's house just to get in my car and drive home.

We had a very busy day and when we were all home and done, we enjoyed some Elf and fell asleep.

And that is Sisky's adventures of the Windy City.

William Beckett + Acoustic Set = ell.ohh.vee.eee.

This is totes not my picture... but all mine kinda turned out crapy.. and i really liked this one.. he's so adorable. anyways..

I could go on all night about this show.. but i'll keep i quick.. it's kinda late, and i'm effin tired as hell, but felt like i needed to write about it..

I went to a show he headlined at a venue downtown and it was a charity deal.. all the benefits when to the American Cancer Society.. and let me tell you it was AMAZING. Some great bands played before him and he came on..

He opened with Attention! Attention! and then played a couple other songs, and then he played a song from his first band, Remember Maine, and let me tell you, i think i was the only one who knew the words to the song. I loved it so much, and I can't believe he preformed it. It was so great.

He is so talented and I am so excited that I get to see him live like that.. it's amazing.

I wont go into detail on how shitastic the rest of the day went for us.. lets just say from 10am-915pm was a major fail.. i did get a tiny turtle out of this deal. haha.

but i said i would make this quick so no more of this epic fail day.

that's it.

peas.

It's That Time of the Year Again..

This is what I am looking forward to the most this break. haha. I have to wait til I get down there in 18 days, but when I do, it's going to be beautiful.

Every year we go down to Florida and my Aunt Cathy makes it a point to take us here for dinner and Happy Hour, but I was never old enough to take full advantage of this outting... but NOW I AM!! I'm so excited!

There's one more thing that seems to be more beautiful than Happy Hour at Woody's, and that's the weather!! AHH! My cousin said that today was like in the 70's and sunny. Perfect beach weather. I can not wait to just sit on the beach and catch some rays. For 8 days I will be away from this shitty cold slosh weather and escape from dark days and darker nights. yuck.

But before I leave I have tons of fun to have and make this winter break AWESOME!! Lots of shows and friends and drinks.

But the countdown ensues! 18 Days!!

peas!

...Drives Me Insane..

There's that weird saying that says something along the lines of girls always want bad guys... or something to that extent... I don't get that.

Why would any decent girl want to be in a relationship, or lack there of one, with a "bad guy" or a "tough guy"? Those are the worst kinds of guys to be in a relationship with. That's what I call a relationSHIT! Someone you have to chase and can't catch right away, someone who is gonna treat you a little bad. Yeah. Girls like that. But for how long?

I always thought thats what I wanted. I bad boy. A dude who drove a motorcycle and had tattoos all over and and was kind of a dick. I met a few of those... well.. not really the whole "i drive a motorcycle and I have awesome arm sleeves" but I've met a couple douchers in my life. And I don't know why on earth I would ever want to be in any sort of relationship with someone who was just going to treat me like shit, play with my heart and then leave me on the curb. Yeah. NO THANKS.

What smart, level headed kind of girl would want a guy like that?

I get it. We live for the drama, the chase, the thrill. But isn't that kind of high schoolish?

And then girls think once they snag a bad boy, they can change him and make him good. WRONG! You can't make a guy change. Only he can make himself change, and unfortunately he's not gonna change, because being "bad" gets him a lot of ass.

Then girls turn around after getting dumped, and say all they want is a nice decent guy to love them and take care of them, but when confronted by these nice and decent guys they turn them down because they still are after those bad guys... DRIVES ME INSANE!

I feel bad for all the other guys who just a real relationship with a cool girl and they keep getting turned down for being "too nice." TOO NICE!!? How the hell can you be too nice!!?!

And then there are those girls who are looking for a great guy but they seem to only attract the douche bags...

Like me.

Yep. No matter what I seem to attract the most dubious guys. All of them from the really Creepy McCreepertons to the Douchey Douchers. I can't catch a break. Every guy who I seem to get close with want to be "just friends" and then plays with my heart a little more and says he's not ready for a real relationship. Then PLEASE stop messing with my feelings! Or there are the guys who stalk me on Facebook and and chat with me about hanging out and I hardly even know them.. I usually tell them I'm hanging with my boyfriend... that's when they usually stop talking to me. Yeah. I have to make up a fake boyfriend so guys will stop creeping on me. All I want is to tell them the truth. That I really do have a boyfriend. And a great one at that. But no. So I'm stuck here fending for my life against the creepers and douche bags.

Yep. Can't catch a break.

ok. im done. that was embarrassing as is to say that... but no one reads this anyways. so yeah.

peas.

i do not heart the snow.

It's December. And it's cold. Of course it is, I live in the Northern Midwest. And there is snow on the ground. I'm OK with all of these things but one. The snow part. It's not that I don't think it's pretty and fun to play in, but it is the bane of my existence. I can not deal with the fact that when it comes down in any amount drivers seems to drive even more ridiculous than they usually do. And the fact that when it comes down in excess amounts I can not drive at all because it seems that the villages around my neighborhood seem to lack the proper tools needed to get it off the roads and my little car does not like driving on those roads at all. Poor Hottsie hates the snow. She got stuck in it last year and it wasn't fun for her at all.

Don't get me wrong about my feeling towards snow. Me and snow, we go way back. About 21 years to be exact. We have some good memories together. Sledding, backyard ice skating, snowball fights, snow angles and it's even gotten me out of school a couple times. And I still enjoy the sights of snow. It looks pretty on the dark barren trees in the dead of a Chicago winter, and it makes all those damn Christmas lights looks a little more appealing when it covers them up.

And I love the things that come along with snow. The hot chocolate and electric blankets, and snuggling under with friends to keep warm, and all those awesome Christmas movies that God only knows we can only watch in December. Oh, and don't forget all those awesome limited edition lattes at Starbucks. "'Tis the season," right?

But all this comes with a price. Snow comes down in what seems like dumpster loads of thick icy white stuff all over the place, and then it's like we are desolated in out own homes because we can't go anywhere. And don't think about going sledding because it's only fifteen degrees out with a windchill of negative four, and your eyeballs will freeze in their sockets. Oh, but you can't call off of work, because the roads are semi-plowed, but you better leave four hours early because traffic will no doubt be at an almost stand still starting from your house all the way to your work. And of course school isn't called off either because even though there are four feet of snow, but there are no real bus routes so allow your parents to risk their lives along with your own and the others driving the couple miles to the school to get you there in time, even though half your teachers and classmates don't even show up and you spend the next seven hours watching movies and doing nothing at all, which you could have been doing at home in the first place.

Oh. And don't get me started on shoveling the stuff. The fact that you have to wake up at three AM and go out to shovel the eighteen inches that have already come down, but you also have to wake up before the kids walk to school (you know because school's not closed) because you want to be a good person and not make kids' feet fall off. Plus, even though you just cleared off the sidewalk and made an awesome path to your garage twenty minutes ago, there is another six inches already and you're going to have to go do it all over again. And then around three PM you're gonna have to go out there again and shovel for the kids walking home from school (you know because parents don't want to drive to pick them up because there's five feet of unplowed snow on the roads). And then about a half hour later you'll be out there again to do it all over because another ten inches fell while you were taking off you eskimo parka made out of whale skin and Wolly Mammoth fur (you'll absolutely need one of those because now it's negative thirty-two degrees with a windchill of negative eighty). And you can't stop shoveling until the snow decides to stop, but when this happens it soon turns into ice and makes everything a human death trap waiting to happen. Then shit turns south and no one is going anywhere. ***( I am aware that it doesn't snow at all when it's super cold, but I'm exaggerating a lot because well, when you live through it it definitely feels like it is the way I'm making it out to be).

I think that if snow wants to come around, make it come around in the summer, when it's like ninety-eight degrees and the humidity is unbelievable. Yeah, that's when the snow should show up. I know, that's rain, but it would be awesome if that's how it worked. In a perfect world.

I guess, I can deal with the snow when it's not on the streets and isn't seeping into my converse all-stars and turning my feet into ice cubes.

So lets be thankful for now, that there isn't a whole lot, but mean mister weather man says we're in for some good stuff in a day or two. eff.emm.ell.

Snow, snow,

go away,

please don't come again another day.

i heart local bands.

I have just recently getting back into the local scene around these hear parts of the suburban part of the great city I live in. I feel like I missed out on a good chunk of music while listening to big name bands for a really long time. With all the Cobra Starship albums that keep coming out and Plane White T's keep making albums I find myself lost in major label bands and I miss all the good local stuff.

It wasn't until about May when I went to a Boys Like Girls show in Valpo when A Kidnap In Color opened for them. I learned that they were from the suburbs here and I was totally into their stuff. I got super excited to get back into the local scene. Slowly but surely, I started going to shows again. Getting use to the underage crowds again and getting the feel of the music. I've gained like 15 pounds of new music just in like the last month alone, but going out and seeing them makes me feel like I'm making up for all the time I spent with those big name guys.

Here I am a 21 year old, who use to preach about going to local shows and supporting local bands when I was like 16, and I feel like a hypocrite for falling under the spell of big name bands and labels and not getting out to more local bands. So now I am.

I love going out to local shows. And I love how awesome the guys are. They are all so sincere and cool to be around. They love their fans and they play off the energy that the kids bring to the shows. (and when i say kids... i do mean kids. the majority of the people coming out to shows are still in high school.)

That's one thing I'm gonna need to get use to again. Mobs of teenage girls hanging out everywhere. I feel like I am almost the only person in the place that can legally buy alcohol, besides the dudes in the bands and the parents that hang around waiting for their children. And the girls in outrageous outfits, not fit for a rock show... because mini skirts and high heels just don't cut it for a show like this. Please take your hoochieness elsewhere. thanks. ell.ohh.ell.

I'm looking forward to this month in general.

I just went to a show this past friday with some of my favorite locals, A Kidnap In Color and You, Me and Everyone We Know (technically they're from DC) plus, Made Avail, Love Me Electric, The Fastest Kids in Town and The Frantic. This show was so tight and well... it was amazing. I can't even describe how amazing it was, indescribable, that what it was.

There's a few more shows coming up I'm really excited for and I can not wait.

I don't know why I am so excited about being back in the local scene, but I am. It's like being away from the place you loved so much as a child and returning and finding out nothing has changed.

It's beautiful.