Saturday, May 15, 2010

Rest In Peace, Gaston!

Last night my mother came to me with some sad news of a dear "friend" who recently passed. Of course, there comes a time for all of us, but for those of the canine species it seems to come so much quicker. Gaston was particularly close to my heart because of a situation I had back in the summer of 2003.

I had just come home for summer break from college and had not been home much longer than 5 hours, yet as I prepared for bed in the bathroom of my parents house I heard a loud scream from my mother calling my father's name. She had let my dog outside to do her "business" in the backyard only to find a man standing on the railing of our back porch peering in at me while I was in the bathroom. He jumped at her screams but managed to scare her even more by charging at her first, in what she realized, after, was an attempt to pick up something he dropped...then he basically ran like hell.

Everything after that was such a blur. All I basically remember was my brother and father waking up from a sound sleep, grabbing a club and flashlight, and bolting out the door. I have never seen such furry in their eyes, and it was actually pretty reassuring. I worried only slightly for their saftey. I've never seen them so angry, so I was pretty confidient their rage could take whatever lie ahead of them. Immediately, my mother dialed 911, and surprisingly only minutes later there was a police officer and a huge german shepard tearing through my house.

That german shepard was Gaston! He was all business, I tell you. He paid no attention to my little yapping jack russell terrier. He was busy picking up the scent of the intruder. Seconds later, he was off down my neighborhood following his tracks. Unfortunately, the track ended ubruptly, and we found nothing. The officer said the man must have hopped into a car because Gaston lost the scent on the street, and it just stopped no where in particular. But seriously, that night my heroes were my brother, father, and Gaston. Somehow, I felt safe because of them.

It was really nerve wrecking to have not found the man looking in at me through the bathroom window. The police think he knew me. They didn't believe he was peeping tom choosing at random because I had been in town for such a short time and found foot prints only under my bedroom window. They had no evidence to catch the guy, but my parents say they have a pretty good idea of who they think the culprit is (also, yes, my mother had seen the man, but it was dark outside and it happened all so quickly that she only really saw his silhouette). Luckily, they also think he didn't have intentions to hurt me...just to pretty much be a perv or a jerk or both.

Seriously, I've never been so terrified, though. Ok, yes, I have...but those are another story. Pretty much, I'm thankful my town had a canine on their police squad. Even though nothing came of my incident, I can only imagine how many people he has helped over his lifetime. So thank you, Gaston! You were definitely appreciated and will be missed. I hope you are happy now in puppy heaven and get all treats you deserve.

And to the creep who was my peeping tom, if you are reading this now, screw you! I really hope it was a one-time thing, and I pray you are a decent human being and realized your mistake. I really want to feel safe in my own home, but you have forever made that difficult for me.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Bamboozle 2010

And the time of year is here...when kids break out their favorite band t-shirts, get their farmers tan on, and listen to as many bands as they possibly could in a 48-hour period.

For me, bamboozle is somewhere I get to discover new music and hang out with old friends. Lately, I've been out of touch, so I had lots to catch up on.
We spent most of our day hanging in and outside of the Red Bull tent. Where it used to be thee location to party. ..not so much the case this year. Everyone just went there to fill up on drinks, and maybe grab a meatball or some veggies to munch on. Kinda lame and something they should work on for next year.

The real fun was obviously out in the sun.

I totally discovered Spose this bamboozle. His beats are catchy and the rhymes are clever. I may be late to the game on this one, but I'm obsessed with his single, "I'm Awesome." Must. Go. Check. Out. ...and become your favorite new jam of the summer.

This girl is my favorite, my bestie, my lazy day comrade, and so much more. Love her.

Somehow, I got lucky enough to get on stage to watch Drake's set and take a few shots. He had an insane crowd.

Even though Drake went over on his set time, Paramore still went on graciously afterwards and killed it, sending everyone home fully satisfied. I'm sad I have no photos of them, but I always have too much fun watching them play to take pictures.

Of course, the day left me way too exhausted to go for another, so no Sunday Bamboozle for me. I will get to say that I enjoyed attending Hoodwink, though (Friday night, pre-boozle style). Got to see a handful of bands play other bands' music. Obviously, my favorite was Motion City Soundtrack covering Nine Inch Nails. A solid set that I enjoyed though only knowing a few NIN songs. It sounded so rad to hear them a different brand. And then Saves The Day ended the night by covering another headliner, Weezer. Twas awesome and had fun dancing it out side stage with my ladies. Mucho amusement!

Monday, May 3, 2010

Cry fest

Last night I watched Everybody's Fine with Angela. I was super exhausted so I figured I'd fall asleep in the first 10 minutes, but for some reason, I got so caught up in this super depressing movie and practically balled my eyes out every 5 minutes. It made me miss my Grandpa so much.


Now my eyes are all red and puffy, and I want nothing more than to go spend some time with my Grandma and let her know how much I love and appreciate her. Mark my word, when my parents get older, I want them to live with me. I never want them to feel alone or abandoned.