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Friday night.
The concert freaking rocked!
Well, what I was able to see of it, anyways.
Folly and Seamless were pretty good *puts them on a list to check out later*, and there was another band, I didnt catch their name, but they were pretty good, too.
I was one of the first few 50 people in line, so I had gotten a really good place up front. (The room was pretty...small. I mean, it was kinda big-ish, but when you think concert and see this room, you kinda snicker untill you realize they are serious. And that's kinda bad, as it was standing room only. Concert started at 6:18-ish, and I think was supposed to end around 11, but even at 9pm, the outside of the concert room was jam packed with people, waiting for room to get inside. o.o;; )
Poisen The Well was a no show, as their drummer was in the hospital or something. >.<
Ah well. T'was all good anyways.
The first band, Seamless, people around me where moving a bit to the music, me as well. *grins*
The second band, Folly, is where little Aleia learned about mosh pits. u.u;;
It was pretty scary at first, as I wasnt quite sure what was happening, but after I got a good firm grip on the metal barracade up front, I was pretty much ok, and was able to listen to the music without panicking about the possability of stuff happening. Things got just a tad hectic when I lost my shoe (My shoe! How am I going to explain how I lost a shoe?!?! Somone had stepped on it when I was being pushed the opposite way by the crowd, and that is the sad story of my shoe. But I found it about 10 minutes later, when the moshing shifted me back to approximatly where I was before. Or both me and my shoe had moved places, and it was fate that tied us together. But yeah. <.<;; ). Things got hectic more so when there was a 30 second breather between bands, and people stopped pushing people. I stretched a bit, and felt a bit of a breeze where I really shouldnt have.
T'was then that I realized some retard unhooked my bra strap. >:|
I know somone did it, as the whole history I have with my bra, not once has it unhooked itself. Plus the fact everyone was so freaking packed, I barely had room to breath, let alone have room for my bra to unhook itself. But enough about my bra. Really. ;;
Ah hah. Soon after that happend, and into the third band, a shirtless girl was tossed up front. When the gaurds helped her down, she ripped off her bra and threw it at the band singer, screaming something in a hysterical manner. She was escorted out wrapped with a blanket. Her breasts werent that big, so it wasnt that huge of a deal. But I was kinda suprised that the band didnt skip a beat, the singer didnt seem all that shocked. After that song was finished, one of the DJs went up and said that all federal laws apply inside the concert, so underage drinking and public nudity are a big no way.
The moshing got a bit more frenzied after that, and I could feel it was hurting too much to breath in, when I was able to catch the chance. It was sweaty oppressive hot, and there was barely room to breath, as I had said before. The crowd got really scary (98% of the people around me were so much more taller. And stronger. Meep. o.o;; ) and my breathing was getting all funny, so I knew I had to try to leave afore I hyperventalated and passed out or something. It took forever to try to leave the mosh pit part, as it was seemingly most of the room. When I finally got out of there, there was the huge jam packed crowd outside to get through, then down the stairs, where a security guard found me and got another guard to help me to the med room. I was shaking really bad, and I had to stay untill 10, where I could finally trust myself to drive.
Going to the med room was fate, as there were two guys and a girl working in there. The one guy assessed me, took my pulse and respiration, found it to be really shallow (found my ribs were bruised, as I had suspected), and made me rest. The other guy in there was really sweet to me, kept asking me if I was ok, if I needed water, stuff like that. We talked; he found out I had applied to the place where the concert was hosted at (Rexplex), and told me of a different guy to talk to, as opposed to the manager. He said anyone who talks with the manager shouldnt expect anything to get done, and he gave me the phone number of the right people to talk to. He said if I had any questions, drop by the Rexplex, and ask for him, as everyone knows him. *smiles*
So yeah. Aleia ending up in the med room might get Aleia a job. I hope so, anyways.
I finally got home almost 10:30. Messed around in the kitchen looking for mail, went to bed.
Woke up 11 in the am, to my aunt sneaking into the girl's room. She closed the door and whispered "No more concerts, no more concerts please, that was too much stress last night." I told her yeah, I figured no more while I live here. She went on to explain that around 6pm, my unlce started pacing the house, yelling "She's a girl and she is out by herself in the dark this late?!?! I swear, I swear to god, if she comes home late I am going to kick her out tommorow!" And other stuff. Like how he waited in his bed for me to come home, the second he heard the bathroom sink turn on, he let himself go to sleep. He was pretty angry. *shivers*
So naturally, this sickening cold pit of fear grew in my stomach, so I stayed in bed the whole day. When my uncle came back from wherever around 3:30-ish, I really got it.
I found the reason he is peeved is mostly due to religion. He says I am not following the Islamic way, I dont cover, I dont pray, I dont listen, I only want to have fun, I have fallen way out. He doesnt know I went to the concert, but just all this stuff. I was kinda hurt and felt detached when he said that he is obligated to take care of me, because his religion tells him to, not because he (might) love me as his neice, but because his religion tells him he has to help take care of his family.
That is something I dont understand. How could you not want to help your siblings/friends? How could you not care? Maybe I am weird like that, but when I (attempt to) help people, it isnt because I feel obligated, or because my religion tells me to, its because I freaking care >:O
Stuff about religion; he asked me what I planned to do after college is over. I said I was going to work. He said, that's it, work for the rest of your life? He said about how in two, three or four years at the most, I was going to get married, have kids, and thats my life. In between now and then, I could have a career if I wished, in case something happends to my husband or whatever, I have something to take care of me and my kids with.
He doesnt believe in depression. He thinks any "depression" results in the devil whispering in your ear; you being far from god makes you that way. He came to the conclusion that I am depressed because of my sleeping patterns, and how there are times where I barely eat, if I do at all. He said that two weeks after I left my moms house, I should have been over being sexually abused, I was never raped by him, blah blah blah.
In all honesty, I am mostly over that, at this point. I am trying to get over something that I really dont feel comfortable openly talking about, but yeah. There are reasons barely anyone knows about it, especially my uncle. Not one person in my family knows, and I would much rather keep it that way. *nods*
I take his ramblings in stride; more slight humor than anything. It just gives me a chill of fear, as he is different from my mom and might actually make me move out, if he wanted me to. He mentioned about how my dad writes to him, asking him if there is something wrong with me (My mom told my dad I was depressed. *cencor*), what was it, why I seem unwilling to talk about it to my own dad, how is she. I know he isnt lying; I have seen letters written in Arabic from my dad to my uncle. My uncle says he never replies, as he is embarassed about me, and he knows if he told my dad, he would be saddend and ashamed, and it would be more troubles for him.
He had no right at all to pull that fucking guilt trip on me, no right at all. *glares furiously*
The more I write to my dad, the more he seems like my uncles, minus the sexism and the tactlessness. So I dont know if he will love me as I am. I dont know if I want to find out right away either, so yeah.
The good thing about his 20 minute speech was that it made me think about my career, where it can go. Lately, I have been feeling like an ant, running around life in a mindless, un-altering manner. I think after I get some expirience in the day-care field, I am going to try working in an orphanage, or work in a place where there are abused kids. I really want to make a big difference somewhere; as opposed to taking care of kids while mum and dad are at work, or the family is rich and mum wants time alone during the day for shopping, movies, and facials with the girls.
So yeah. That was Friday night and all Saturday.
Sunday, avoided my uncle but for a brief few minutes where I had to tell him the neighbor asked me to babysit her kids from 4pm-7, as she wanted to go shopping, and if I had his permission? His first question was if I was being paid. (I was, but I woulda done it for free, as they live in a teeny basement that smells bad, and you can tell they were really not well off at all) *shakes head*
He allowed me to, as the eldest girl Summer is good friends with the two girl cousins.
There are 6 kids; all girls cept the baby boy, and all under the age of 6. Oldest is 6, then 4, then 3 year old twins, a two year old, then the baby, who is almost a year. The mom was going to take the baby with her Christmas shopping, so one less diaper to change.
She ended up coming back 8, but it really wasnt that bad. They were relativly easy, as Summer is really responsible and mature for her age (she changed the one twin's diaper [only peed, so it was ok], she ran the sweeper [It's so much bigger than her] and mopped the floor, cause my stupid boy cousins came running through their house and got mud all over the place again, after I mopped after them the first time. >:O)
Not like I wasnt doing anything; but it was around 7 ish that my glasses fell apart for no reason and without warning again. I couldnt do anything at all as I can barely see without them, and I might make problems, if I had done anything with machines. =\
So yeah. She reminded me of when I was 7-8 ish. *sigh*
*looks back*
Aye, this post is entirely too long. *grins*
Did you know:
A queen bee can lay 800-1,500 eggs per day.
And it ends here. ^_~
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