Dear ASPB Boardies,

The show tonight was really fun! Call time was much too early, but because of that we all ate Woodstock’s pizza together. Some good conversations, most definitely. And also lots of drama going on! What with spring elections and deciding if we’re still going to be on board next year and if so what positions we’re running for. I totally respect the hush-hush from you McSweeney. However, since Carissa isn’t going to apply for Films Coordinator I want to apply. Other positions I want to apply for I’m not going to say, but that’s OK.

Mm, sorry I left early, but school night after all! I have to wake up at 7am tomorrow morning unfortunately. I hope you guys have fun at retreat this weekend!

Hirashiki and I are going to Bamboozle Left this weekend, though. And Carissa has another retreat so not all of us will be there. Hopefully come Monday meeting there will be some repetition as to what went down at all the meetings this weekend!

Never have I felt more comfortable or as close to you guys.

Boardie love,
Bri

P.S. Sorry for bad entry. Focusing on watching a movie (that I hate).

The two-girl Russian group t.A.T.u is performing at UCSB tonight and I believe it is their first-ever concert in the U.S. and it’s at my university. (: I’m part of Program Board and this event is co-sponsored with Russian Club. This will be an interesting night, that’s for sure! All boardies are required to attend this event so I will be there and it will most definitely be exciting! Fans had to line-up at the AS Ticket Office this morning to get tickets (free! btw).

I have a Program Board meeting from 6-7 and then preparation for the show will begin (for me) at 7. Doors open at 9, though. I figured I would take a nap before this, but I couldn’t really sleep… so I’m just blogging for the day, I suppose.

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Now playing: Circa Survive - In The Morning And Amazing…
via FoxyTunes

Written earlier, on the train:

I’m on the train again. Some introspective thoughts have come from sitting in the train, staring out at the blur of scenery. Thoughts race faster than I can get them down; It just takes some focusing.

My Aunt Elvia just called me, and it’s the first time I have spoken to her since the 23rd of February. Going to the Linkin Park concert last night depressed me, and now more so after getting her call. She expressed to me moments ago that she’s glad I went and she wished she could have gone. And yes, I still had that extra third ticket so technically she could have gone. I feel worse than worse now. Things like this can’t just be pushed aside and gone from my mind. Not at all. So what is there to do now?

The concert itself was amazing. Chiodos sounds equally haunting live as they do in their album. They played my fave songs, which is pretty cool. They kept saying they’re new and lalala and thanks to LP &etc. ‘Twas cute. As for Coheed and Cambria… gag! I absolutely hate them. I thought I hated their album, but oh no they’re awful live. Or at least I think so. Their set was bordering on too long considering they were giving me a headache.

When Linkin Park went on, though, it didn’t matter. The Coheed-induced headache was gone. (: So as not to sound gay I don’t think I’m going to profess how exciting and amazing the show was (apart from what I just said). I recorded a few songs. I haven’t heard yet, but hopefully it sounds alright.

The rise and fall of a single solitary person.

There are things in life so sad they just cannot be expressed. Some days I think I am one of those. What makes it worse it that I look completely happy when that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Listening to The Kids Aren’t Alright brings back memories from the end of Junior year. Victorialee, Stephanie, David, and I made a music video to that song. We were an over-achieving little group. We made CDs with a cover that I designed (titled The Glassers as that was our teacher’s name, Mr. Glasser), and passed them out to students as prizes when they answered questions on our Wheel (made by my very artistic&creative twin, Victoria). Stephanie’s boyfriend got us a fog machine and the whole place was like a stage with us dressed in our rocker outfits and stuff. It was so damn tight.

Memories like these are so so so mood altering. How can someone honestly go from true happiness to complete misery? 11th grade/now. 11th grade/now. The memories switch back and forth and they are just so different. Let’s now even touch up on 12th grade. Possibly the worst year of my whole damn life. I rather pretend it never happened.

I’m going to write something else right now, but I don’t know why. Vague, yes. Whatever. This is more than I can take.

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Now playing: The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Grim Goodbye
via FoxyTunes