Rants from a Cynical Raven











Sorry to everyone who reads my posts. I apologize for leaving for so long. Dealing with my dad’s death has hit me in different ways and I just don’t know how to handle it sometimes. I took a little hiatus but I’ll try to keep posting regularly to keep you all updated on my rants to the world.

GOOD NEWS EVERYONE!!

Well, let’s start off with the good stuff! I’ve become much better with my drumming than I was a few months ago. I’m still enjoying it even tho I totally screwed up my back playing for about 7 – 8 hours with my crew. I’ve been taking pain meds and rubbing this aspirin cream into my muscles for a week or so now. It’s helping a bit but it’s not a solution to the problem. I either need to get me a back brace to keep my back straight, or they need to invent a set of Tama drums that are my size.

In other news:

HOLY SHIT IS THAT SOME MIYAVI!? YOU BET YOUR ASS THAT’S SOME MIYAVI!! LOOK AT THAT BITCH WIELD A GUITAR!! GONNA SELL OUT SOME MOTHER FUCKING CONCERTS WITH THAT GUITAR!!!

Yes folks, on June 10, 2010 I was present at the House of Blues concert for Miyavi himself. I have to say, I’ve never been disappointed at a concert of his. No matter what he always seems to blow me away. When ever he plays it’s like he channels a god into his fingertips and his hands move at speeds that my eyes can’t follow. Miyavi always seems to hold the audience in his hand and when he tells you to jump, you don’t even ask how high you just do it. My nephew recently got into Miyavi through the miracles of YouTube and when I heard this I bought him the tickets to the concert. He had no idea where he was going until he got there with my sister. My nephew is a little musician himself, and I thought it was really great how he could respect another musician despite the fact that they don’t speak the same language. For the first 20 minutes of the show all my nephew could do was stare at Miyavi in awe. Watching his fingers dance across the strings of his guitar, I could see my nephew’s eyes light up, and that made it all worth it.

This isn't them, obviously I met some nice girls in the line for Miyavi and it was really fun watching how excited they could get. I remember being young and having dreams of meeting some one I admired and respected. I had fun making sure they didn’t get beat up in the mild mosh pit and head banging along with them. Lovely ladies, it was a pleasure to meet you, I can’t wait to see you in line again!

After the concert I was walking with my nephew back to the car when I ran into some of my fans. As much as I love my little fangirls it really can be annoying to be in so much pain and being so tired and having to stop every two seconds to appease their fandom. Seriously one actually got on her knees and begged, the other asked me to sign her arm. All this my nephew witnessed. YOU ALL THINK I’M TALKING OUT OF MY ASS!! HA!! NOW I HAVE A WITNESS!! -Ahem- So to my fangirls, I love you, but please. When I start walking away and start looking really tired and start dragging my nephew behind me, I would like to go home. Thank you!

So about a week ago I got up for work and started to drive down the freeway for the 45 minute drive to my workplace when I started to feel kind of light headed. After a two second “I don’t feel so good” I started to vomit like my good pumpkin friend here. While I was driving. This has never happened to me before so I kind of started to flip out. Some how, some way I was able to pull to the side of the road and finish being sick. After a few shaky minutes I called my boss to let him know I wasn’t coming in, I was LITERALLY covered head to toe in vomit at the side of the freeway. I tried calling two other co-workers but I eventually had to call Mr. Bloo on his day off.  I was able to wake up my mom and she took care of me. Got me cleaned up and helped me clean my car. Moms’ are awesome. Very awesome. EVERYONE GO HUG YOUR MOM. NAOW. My boss seems to think that I got sick like that because of the stress of losing my dad, and honestly I agree with him. All kinds of crazy shit happen because of loss, who knows what else I might go through. Le Sigh.

SIDE NOTE!!!! Did you know that “Cougar” in French is “Puma” ? Do they even have cougars in France?

So…I’m sure you all have a friend, a friend that is amazing sometimes but kind of a bitch the other times. It’s usually the bitch parts that seem to get in the way of friendships with these people. I have one such friend, who is leaning very heavily in the bitch department recently. I don’t know what their deal is, I don’t know what I did or maybe they just up and decided they don’t like me. All I know is that they need to either live with it, talk to me about it, or walk the fuck out of my life. I’m tired of people thinking they can just say whatever to me and think it doesn’t hurt or that I’ll just put up with it. I’m just tired of it.

So that’s about it for now. Just living it day by day. Love you all.

And remember: A Dry Sponge, is a Happy Sponge



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