I Tried to Be a Badass

This is another excerpt from the concert. As you know I wasn't allowed in, but that didn't stop me from trying to get in and see the band anyways. I found a secret way through the main fence; it was the paramedics entrance. I almost squeezed through the port-a-potties, I almost climbed the bleachers. Almost. However, on one side, there was an opening between some bleachers from which I could see the concert pretty well, considering I was banned. I stood there in the shadows, thinking I found a way to surpass the system.

It all went well for a few songs, but then some snobby, big-mouthed bitch with a clipboard and a flash light came over to me. She asked if I had a ticket. I said yes. I then explained that I couldn't get in since I wasn't 21, even though I had a ticket, and thought that it would be okay to watch from there since I definitely couldn't get any alcohol from where I was (there was a barrier separating it from the main seating area).

"You have to get out" she replied. Just like that. And there I was expecting to MAYBE get some compassion or understanding. I told her that I wasn't hurting anyone from where I was, and that there was no other way for me to see the concert. "You have to get out" she repeated, so mean and big-mouthed. I pleaded my case again. Then she said that the area was reserved for paramedics and they needed the area clear.

YOU THINK I WOULDN'T MOVE?!!? I mean she was probably right, since normally when I see cars I stand in front of them, especially ones with flashing lights and sirens. Isn't that what everybody does? I wanted to scream at her, but just shook my head left, and the chain linked gate of unfairness clanked closed behind me.

P.S. The paramedics weren't even needed- I mean, it was HUEY LEWIS for christ sake, the 50 year old guy who's music is soul blues rock. It's not like Snoop Dogg was onstage passing out heroin.

The Scarlet "U"

So I was really excited to go to a Huey Lewis & the News concert at Harrah's Rincon Casino last night. First off, I find casinos really interesting; I love the atmosphere, and watching the people at the slot machines think they have a chance. Anyways, the theater where the concert was was outside, so we picked up our tickets and headed over there. However, upon looking at the tickets, I saw that it said "21 and Over" on it- the three worst words to my ears (for another 6 months).

My dad and I were mad, mostly because we scoured the website and it said nothing about age restrictions. So I decided to try to lie my way through. It almost worked, but my dad kinda gave it away and I didn't have an ID anyways. My dad even talked to the 'event coordinator' lady, and there was nothing they could do. I wasn't allowed in. I felt it rather lame that just because they served alcohol inside I wasn't allowed to see the concert. And I wasn't the only one- it happened to a few other kids who were also 20.

But honestly, it's just their laziness that doesn't let me in. I didn't go there to drink alcohol, I went there to see a concert. Give me a big damn shirt that says 'Underage' or a freakin' bright neon yellow hat, some colored wrist bands, tie my hands behind my back- something! It seems a waste to restrict people from enjoying a band like that when they could just make the people selling the drinks check ID's instead. I know Huey Lewis and the News have been selling records for over 30 years, but that doesn't mean all of their fans are old farts who wanted to get wasted.

No More Free Movies :(

Today was my last day at Regal! At least for a while.. I might return winter quarter. We shall see. Anyway, I cashed in my employee points! Yay for food coupons :) I used one of them to get a free pizza from round table for my coworkers and I in celebration of my departure, but I still have a few others. Now I get to devote all my energy to packing and cleaning....... yayyyyy.

Ear It Is

Why do flies always attack your ears? It seems to me that they are always trying to get inside your ears more than anywhere else. What are they trying to find in there? Refuge? Some wax? Or maybe they realize how annoying it is for us to here a little buzz get louder and louder until it stops with a little tickle inside your ear- best. feeling. ever.

I Hope He Lost a Bet

I was at the beach today when a man with TRAMP STAMP tattoo on his lower back walked by. I have so many questions... the first of which being: Why???

Yes, We Engineered Her With These Skills

I was waltzing through Costco today when the joyful sounds of a piano began to echo in my eardrum. They had several on display, and as my dad and I came closer to the source, we saw the person responsible for the pleasant, yet slightly complex, melody- it was a tiny 8 year old Asian girl, with her parents standing smugly a few feet away. Not surprising at all.

Climbing up the Irvine

Went up to Irvine to visit a few friends the last day and a half. We went to a beach then visited the campus. It was nice, but I think I like Davis better. There were too many restrictions on where you could bike and far too many hills. And everyone is Asian, if you weren't aware.

Aqua Stung

Today I was washing some windows for my grandparents and the garden hose decided to pick a fight with me.

I held the inactive and coiled-up hose lightly in my right hand and turned the knob a tad to the lefty loosey side, expecting an average amount of water to begin pouring out. Instead, the hose began writhing around like a snake, immediately blasting some hot water into my face, slipping out of my hand, and going crazy. I couldn't escape; water soaking me in random spots as I tried desperately to get away from its fury. I eventually broke free, but alas, my iPod headphones didn't make it. Poor guys, they got ripped from their comfortable connection and left behind amidst the angry demon. I hated that thing. I had to save them.

In a move of immense bravery, I maneuvered amongst the blows of the hose to reach the headphones. I lifted them from their watery grave, droplets still raining down upon me. Then I reached the knob, the life-force of the hose, and turned it righty-tighty as hard as I could, ensuring it would no longer wreak its hydro-havoc on me ever again.

I gathered myself, dried off a bit, then tamed that damn hose in order to finish washing those cursed windows.

"Dormicile" - Kyle Green

I finally found out where I'll be living next year!!!!! Right down the hall from Kenny!!!!! HOW COOL IS THAT?! Castilian North. Transfer dorms. That's where it's at.

Sailing Prices

Certain things in Hawaii are so expensive! I mean, it makes sense since everything has to be imported, but still. The average price for a gallon of milk is $5.00, gas is about $3.80 a gallon and everything else is a dollar or two more than what we're used to on the mainland. One cool thing I noticed, though, is that they have Robert Mondavi wine in most of the stores around here.

Not Even Once

Apparently the island of Hawaii has a lot of trouble with methamphetamine addiction- I've seen a ton of anti-meth commercials. They're very similar to the "Above the Influence" ones and the slogan says "Meth- Not Even Once." I always thought steering clear of meth was kinda self-explanatory, but I guess it's not. Surprisingly, I've yet to see any cocaine, acid or heroin commercials.

Desert Paradise?

The water in Hawaii is so blue! And there are sea turtles everywhere, which is awesome; I swear I saw Crush and Squirt the other day. But one thing that you may or may not know about the Big Island in Hawaii (I certainly did not) is that it is mostly lava. Yes, brown, craggly lava. Certainly not the oasis of palm trees and awesome beaches that it is stereotyped to be (although those do exist on the island in spots). Apparently, the stereotypical Hawaii is on the islands of Oahu and Maui. But back to the lava- it is everywhere! It looks kinda gross, like you are driving through the desert or something, with the huge Mt. Doom looming in the background. I guess what I'm trying to say it that it caught me off guard.

I Love My Job

I agree, David. We've been laggin' it. So this evening I was working door and my coworkers and I had begun cleaning up the concession area when this chick came up to us and said, "Hi. I think there's a girl passed out in the bathroom." I went to investigate and saw her sitting on the floor of one of the stalls. "Is everything okay in there?" I asked. She replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to get this out." She then proceeded to puke and I went to grab a cup of water for her. Water makes everything better when you're puking. So as I was giving her the cup, I thought to myself, "Thank god she made it to the bathroom." I decided to leave her alone because I wasn't going to do much good standing outside the stall waiting for her. Besides, I still had a few theater checks I needed to do. I grabbed the awesome lightsaber thing (or flashlight. whatever.) and my clipboard and headed down the hall. I opened the door to Auditorium 3, rounded the corner, and BAM. Vomit. A nice, wide spread of it. I don't know what she ate for dinner, but the smell of it was quite pungent. So I gathered a shitload of cleaning supplies and went at it. Where's the upside to this, you ask? I got employee points for cleaning it up. I think I get to use those for stuff like free tickets.

Vacation

Wow it has been a whole week since any of us has posted... Anyways, I just got back from spending a few days at my Cousins' house in Mariposa, which is about 45 minutes outside of Yosemite. Even though I wasn't doing anything serious at home to get away from, it was nice just to take a break, do something different, and not have to worry about anything. Yosemite park was incredible! However, at night, you're never seen so many stars! Since there are practically no lights where my relatives live, it makes it great to see constellations, the milky way, and even shooting stars anytime of the year. It was great sitting in the hot tub all night watching the night sky.