I am falling

Partying is not for the faint of heart. I am ill after a very rumble tumble weekend. The one weekend where I made all these plans is the same weekend that I had to clean my house, vacuum and wash my hair. To top it off, my closet breaks down and topples all my clothes, so I have to prep that for fixin, and prep that again when it's done. My life can be easier why it choose not to be I don't know.

Never again...seen it before but not like this

Saw Nickelback in concert last night.

Sometimes, your life can seem so ho-hum and routine that you need a good kick in the ass to give it that shove of life that you think at your age you deserve. And nothing does that more than a rock concert. My first actually. Nothing like the screaming fans and the good ole pyro to set you in the mood, moreso since it was St. Patrick's Day, couldn't have picked out a better weekend for myself in my sleep.

There's more but I am too tired to type, I just thought I'd drop in and gush about my concert. It was actually better than Maroon 5 or maybe because at the time I was going through some rough stuff. M5 had no pyro, no banter and no encore, so that sort of lost them points right there.

We'll talk soon I promise. Waiting on a miracle, so maybe you can wait on it with me.

People who need people

I have not really had anything to say in the past couple of weeks. The second half of February was indeed dreadful and quick, dreadfully painful and quick, that's when you know the pain hurts it comes so quickly and undetected. Sometimes it hurts so much that you cannot quite describe it. It's just a throbbing pain that just nauseates and disillusions you. I don't even know where to start. From my traffic ticket, to the dent on my car, to my personal woes, to my job cutting me out of everything like a sore wound, or just my general distrust of people and everything they stand for. How does one begin to describe this stuff with a brave face and pretend that it is quite alright. Hmmmm...

People. I don't hate people. I just don't know if I can stand to be around them because they are so untrustworthy.

So in order not to celebrate my disdain, I tried everything I know. Retail therapy, writing, poetry, KR and GDG, and finally a little makeover. The bitterness and sense of betrayal are still present everytime I turn to look at people or even pretend to speak peaceably to them. But it was my fault for not being so guarded, now I know why KR is a hermit. People are sharks, it's like mini-satans dwell in all of them even when they don't mean to, they just whip out their fangs and suck you of joy.