sleuthy loothy

This is long overdue but I still feel like writing it. So Brittany and I decided to go on an expedition slash secret mission to a local concert in town. So we went into town and got coffee just like just about everyone else who goes into town around here.
So then we decided to meander towards the moose lodge. We get in and see some kid with his septum pierced giving hand stamps if you did so decide to leave and for some insane reason want to come back. So we pay the kid 8 dollars and go upstairs. Only to find a large moose head outside the door and a very strange "concert". The only people that were there were the people who thought they were being cool by saying they were going to a concert that night and the weird girls who just went to drool over the band when everyone with eyes could clearly see they had no chance in hell.
But I would like to think that we just looked like people looking for a good time. But not exactly finding it. There was a small patch of wood in the middle of the room, in front of the stage, where people were supposed to stand. Two people stood there and the rest of the weird kids that we had never seen before gravitated to the walls and the back. Who goes to a concert and stands against the wall by choice? So at the risk of looking stupid we both just stood at the back of the room against a table and watched. I was trying to ignore the fact that we were standing next to the most wanna-be loser desperate for a date girls there. The one kept leaning over and talking to me about how hit the drummer was and all I could do was give her a fake laugh and smile. So in a desperate attempt of escape from the bimbos brittany and I staked out a spot on the wall, just like everyone else.
But we just sat and enjoyed the music and of course the visual entertainment. I sniped a few pictures for obvious reasons. I wanted to document the tragic evening and all of it's happenings. Just for the record ya know?
Anyway we went back to my house after the event was over and ate poptarts. We listened to music by totally not the same band that we went to see and went to bed. But then I realized that even though our intentions were totally different than those who were; we could have been looked at as creepers. Luckily we both knew the extent of out creeping was minimal if at all. But i must say we were some high quality secret agents

because i feel like it

A group of friends start a garage band. I'm almost positive that they think not much of it in the grand sceme of their lives and the growing pop culture. But they are all friends and they do it all just to maybe become closer, or maybe it is to become what they never had; a family. They practice more than any normal band does. But most of the time is spent throwing m&ms at each other and writing nonsense with a tune. But they gain some followers and tap into the actual composition talent they have only to find they have much more than they had all ever realized. They call the band "cosmic flight squad". A local gig was a step up from school fund raisers and the occasional family party.

Playing on what could barely be considered a stage, one member had a realization. Looking out on the people who were singing along with him, singing along with HIM. He was just a kid. But to think that he had control and influence over more than just him was incredibly empowering. They knew his words; the words that he had writtten that night that they slept in his basement and ate day old pizza. But in the same moment he made a vow. He would not become famous. he didnt want it. He didn't want people falling all over him and having people ask which brand of water he wanted in the tour bus.

Finishing the set he walked off the stage thinking one thing. I do this because i love music, not because i want to go places. I go places because i want to go places. I write music just because i feel like it. It was what his soul ached to do, so he did it. But his soul did not ache to lose what had made him who he was, his character. So he wrote and wrote but never performed again.

RIP- cosmic flight squad

found my place

Looking at someone doing what i thought i wanted to really do for the rest of my life....i realized something. I'm not the kind of person to do that. I have the personality and the perseverence but i could never honestly see myself doing it. So i have made an executive desicion to not follow this career. But to rather find someone with this career and involve myself in that respect. I am a better support system than i think i would ever be a ________. It will still be in the back of my mind should the opportunity arise, which it does not for many people. (even the ones who put their heart and soul into the chase) So i will settle for look but not touch lifestyle. I will still get the recognition as the behind the scenes woman right?

es tut mir sehr leid

i know i haven't been here in a long time. But i have still been writing. so there is good still to come. I promise....you will just have to be patient.

My global position systems are vocally addressed;
They say the Nile used to run from east to west,
They say the Nile used to run… from east to west.

I'm fine,
but I hear those voices at night,
sometime...