We ran away, now all my friends are gone... [Tonight, I'll physically torture myself. Willingly.]
I've lost my iPod, and I'm not yet done freaking out about it. I think it might be at my parents' house. I hope so, because if I actually lost it, lost it, then I don't even know what I'm going to do. I've never been without it for more than a few hours, and to not have it readily available when I need the musical comfort is starting to get to me. I've never even had a different one - my iPod is one of the first generation ones, meaning it's a tank (it's bigger than my roommate's Zune, even) and it's bulky and I can't really fit it into my pocket, but I always liked that about it. I would lose one of those tiny little ones they come out with nowadays within a day. I've had mine for years and years. (This still astonishes my father. "Best Christmas present I ever gave that girl." D*mn straight.)
I have my music on my computer, but it's not the same. I spent part of the morning listening to the new(ish) Rise Against album, since I also have it on vinyl so I can just play it on the record player upstairs, and that helped, but it's not the same. I like to be mobile when I'm listening to music. Even when it's four in the morning, and I'm aware I shouldn't be walking around alone in the city, I do it anyway; I get restless, and I feel safe enough with just my iPod.
iRene the iPod, please to be coming back to me, 'kay thanks.
Oh, and for anyone who didn't recognize the (at this time, very appropriate) song reference in this journal title: Click.
God, I love them.
--
Yesterday was Chelsea's birthday, so we gathered everyone for dinner at a semi-local sushi joint to celebrate. Like twenty people came, isn't she popular? Even better - Chris came, because he's back from Vegas! I forgot how fun it is to hang out with him; I just adore him. At one point, when we were walking back into the restaurant after a smoke break, he declared, "You're wearing heels, so your feet have to hurt!" and, against my will, gathered me up and carried me back inside, all the way back to our hibachi table. The dude only weighs six pounds more than I do, I'm surprised he could manage. (That's an accurate measurement, too. We measured ourselves on his roommate's scale last night, hah.) I had an interesting drink that night. Called 'the Zombie,' and it was a lot of rum with a little bit of juice. I mean, today is National Talk Like a Pirate Day, so maybe I was prepping for it.
Afterward, when everyone left the place, I drove Chris back to our house, then he and I and Chelsea and Becca walked to the coffee shop, for old time's sake, since Chris used to work there. You haven't seen anything until you've seen a skinny, flamboyant boy squeal like a mouse and then dive upon the lap of a very surprised, portly, middle-aged man with graying hair. They nearly received applause from the other coffee shop patrons.
Afterward, I had the adventure of driving Chris back to his place. I'm new to the area, so I still don't know it very well. I dragged Caitlin along so she could help me find my way back, at least. And man...Chris' apartment is like a house; it's huge, and it's like ten times nicer than even my parents' place. Even more - he and his roommate pay less than we do for our house. Boo. At least we're allowed to paint and stuff.
By the time Caitlin and I got back home it was very late, and she was falling asleep just walking through the driveway. Didn't stop me from staying up until sunrise. Not being back in college and having a few days off of work has me back to my old habits, I'm afraid. Ah, well.
--
Tonight is fire-walking! I'm stoked. Hopefully I won't burn my feet, like I did last year. I'm really happy, though, because Becca and Chelsea are coming, and so is Matt. I like having friends there for this event; it makes me less nervous.
Here, have a really bad picture of me from last year, when I was halfway through the coals.
It's such an empowering experience. And the seminar you attend right before the fire-walking is really interesting. I broke an arrow last year by pressing the sharp tip to the soft part of my throat, pressing the other end against a block of wood being held by someone else, and walking forward until the arrow broke. Several of my friends walked over broken glass, or punched through pieces of solid wood. It's amazing what you can do when you're truly in that 'mind over matter' mindset.
Pictures to follow later on, or tomorrow, provided I stay out of the hospital.
I don't much care for hospitals.
I have my music on my computer, but it's not the same. I spent part of the morning listening to the new(ish) Rise Against album, since I also have it on vinyl so I can just play it on the record player upstairs, and that helped, but it's not the same. I like to be mobile when I'm listening to music. Even when it's four in the morning, and I'm aware I shouldn't be walking around alone in the city, I do it anyway; I get restless, and I feel safe enough with just my iPod.
iRene the iPod, please to be coming back to me, 'kay thanks.
Oh, and for anyone who didn't recognize the (at this time, very appropriate) song reference in this journal title: Click.
God, I love them.
--
Yesterday was Chelsea's birthday, so we gathered everyone for dinner at a semi-local sushi joint to celebrate. Like twenty people came, isn't she popular? Even better - Chris came, because he's back from Vegas! I forgot how fun it is to hang out with him; I just adore him. At one point, when we were walking back into the restaurant after a smoke break, he declared, "You're wearing heels, so your feet have to hurt!" and, against my will, gathered me up and carried me back inside, all the way back to our hibachi table. The dude only weighs six pounds more than I do, I'm surprised he could manage. (That's an accurate measurement, too. We measured ourselves on his roommate's scale last night, hah.) I had an interesting drink that night. Called 'the Zombie,' and it was a lot of rum with a little bit of juice. I mean, today is National Talk Like a Pirate Day, so maybe I was prepping for it.
Afterward, when everyone left the place, I drove Chris back to our house, then he and I and Chelsea and Becca walked to the coffee shop, for old time's sake, since Chris used to work there. You haven't seen anything until you've seen a skinny, flamboyant boy squeal like a mouse and then dive upon the lap of a very surprised, portly, middle-aged man with graying hair. They nearly received applause from the other coffee shop patrons.
Afterward, I had the adventure of driving Chris back to his place. I'm new to the area, so I still don't know it very well. I dragged Caitlin along so she could help me find my way back, at least. And man...Chris' apartment is like a house; it's huge, and it's like ten times nicer than even my parents' place. Even more - he and his roommate pay less than we do for our house. Boo. At least we're allowed to paint and stuff.
By the time Caitlin and I got back home it was very late, and she was falling asleep just walking through the driveway. Didn't stop me from staying up until sunrise. Not being back in college and having a few days off of work has me back to my old habits, I'm afraid. Ah, well.
--
Tonight is fire-walking! I'm stoked. Hopefully I won't burn my feet, like I did last year. I'm really happy, though, because Becca and Chelsea are coming, and so is Matt. I like having friends there for this event; it makes me less nervous.
Here, have a really bad picture of me from last year, when I was halfway through the coals.
It's such an empowering experience. And the seminar you attend right before the fire-walking is really interesting. I broke an arrow last year by pressing the sharp tip to the soft part of my throat, pressing the other end against a block of wood being held by someone else, and walking forward until the arrow broke. Several of my friends walked over broken glass, or punched through pieces of solid wood. It's amazing what you can do when you're truly in that 'mind over matter' mindset.
Pictures to follow later on, or tomorrow, provided I stay out of the hospital.
I don't much care for hospitals.
Posted on September 19th, 2009 at 08:20pm
Poor Jinxeh. I can understand what you mean about the music, for me it's a necessity to zone out fairly regularly with it. Music is amazing for removing stress.
TheFountainhead, September 20th, 2009 at 06:23:57am
I automatically started singing when I saw your journal title :)
I've gone through 3 different iPods now. They just always break!
I'm going to get another one soon simply because I need a lot more memory.
vince noir., September 20th, 2009 at 04:08:20am
oh god:(
poor iPod!
:[
this week, I almost lost MINE!
mine's purple!
so it would have hurt even more if i lost it!
I left it in math class,and some random girl brought it to me,i attacked her in a hug,I was so happy!
I hope you find it!:D
brooke._.dasright., September 19th, 2009 at 11:51:31pm
I'll send my thoughts to iRene.
One time I washed my iPod in a pair of pants, and when I pulled those pants out and saw the headphone cord sticking out: "I think I'm gonna be sick."
But it lived. Tough as nails, Little Suarez is.
St. Jessie, September 19th, 2009 at 11:36:51pm
I lost my ipod once. I went so far as to get one from my friend Jacob and it took so long to sync it. Then it turned out my brother had just stolen it for a few weeks. I beat him.
Electric Goat, September 19th, 2009 at 08:50:12pm
Sounds like you had a good time. And the fire walking thing sounds awesome, have with it! I'd love to try that one day. :]
And good luck with findindg iRene the iPod.
MaryJulianna, September 19th, 2009 at 08:36:37pm
I shall pray for iRene the iPod.
Disasterpiece., September 19th, 2009 at 08:31:16pm
I just linked to the YouTube page that hosts the video, instead. Tricksy little record labels and their no-embedding-ness...
Jinxeh, September 19th, 2009 at 08:27:14pm
v For me neither, but if you double click it, it'll open in a new window and works just fine from there.
Audrey T., September 19th, 2009 at 08:24:19pm
The video doesn't work. Embedding disabled.
eulogy, September 19th, 2009 at 08:22:12pm