Rockers girlfriend and I had been getting along fairly well, to my knowledge. Now, i'm not normally one to make friends with The Guys girlfriends, because they tend to come and go pretty quickly. This one is so much like me though, I felt like it could've been a decent friendship, as decent as one could get when you base a friendship where the biggest thing you have in common is the love of her life was trying to do me.
When we go out, shes fun. We get along great and share stuff, its generally nice having someone to talk to when your out with a bunch of guys. Apprently though, she doesn't feel the same.
A few days ago, Singer and one of the kids was telling me that she didn't come out that previous saturday because of me. Singer heard her on the phone saying "If Irish is there, I'm not fucking coming!". The kid told me also that when he was on the phone with me one time, she asked who it was and when he said me, she rolled her eyes.
It gets slightly more complicated. Both times she was with Rocker, so is she putting it on for his benefit? Or is she just a great faker when shes around me?
The saturday she refused to come out, we had hung out that friday from about 7 to about 3 in the morning. We had a fantastic time, talking and chatting, and yet she badmouthed me the next day?
I honestly don't think Singer and the Kid would lie to me, they have nothing to gain from it, and they just aren't like that. But as well, her possible fakeness is just too real. When you hate someone deep down, you don't suggest they spend more time with you and so on.
I'm normally the kind to confront people, if they have a problem, balls out lets hear it. I hate when people have the testicles to hate me, but none to tell me why. So heres my dilema...
Rocker is semi speaking to me now. Only in public places, but small stuff like answering my questions, asking me questions and laughing at my jokes and stuff, which is a huge step from being completly ignored. I don't want to start problems again with this girl if it means that its going to split our group of friends AGAIN. I also don't want to be seen as weak. I don't want people thinking that if one chick can get away with badmouthing me, the rest can, because I honestly don't need it. I want to resolve problems with her, if any, but i'm not even sure if there are any.
So i'm stuck. Until I find out more information, I'm screwed.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Back at Steves music store....
This guys name wasn't Steve by the way. I fully asked.
He explained to us that of 14 bands, only 6 would get a chance at a recording contract. How it worked in Ottawa was that the audience votes for the bands. The top 6 bands who get the most votes get a chance at a recording contract, but of those 6, the judges pick who gets to go on. In Ottawa, the band that made it to Toronto was number 4 or something, but they start with the first band voted, and if they weren't great they move onto the next.
After all this, I was pretty excited. Hunk and Fallhard were trying their best not to look like amateurs, but I was too busy trying to look only half as pumped as I actually was.
The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful, we got stuck in traffic on the Don Valley Parkway (shakes fist) for two hours. The night of the Opera House came, and One of the guys drove us down to it.
The weird thing about this concert was that you couldn't leave the building, not even to smoke. You could only leave if you weren't coming back. Inside the Opera House was about ten thousand degrees, so I was glad I had worn shorts. Everyone was pretty pumped, and Rocker did his best to ignore, but as mentioned before, he tries to act like hes not ignoring me to make it seem like everythings alright to the other guys, even though they know its not. Pssht and they say females are complicated.
The guys were in the first group to go, so they were done by about 9:30. They blew the top off the place and everyone LOVED them. They played a flawless show and made it to second place (!!!!), but the group before them were a type of Black Eyed Peas group, and were pretty awesome.
After they were on, the rest of us decided to call it a night. Now, 9:30 isn't exactly a night, but the show went on for another 5 hours, and the Guys had to stay or they were disqualified. I would've even stayed to enjoy the other bands, but there was no where to sit. On our way out, the girls all stopped to hug Rocker. Way Akward. Even more akward was the way on of the girls (all of 16 yrs old) clung to him, and yes the green eyed jealous monster reared its head, but only long enough for practical irish to be like why bother? I said bye, and we left. Pretty uneventful night after that, and I was pretty disapointed they didn't win. They definatly wanted it bad enough, they should've got it. So close.
In other news, girl drama has reared its head.
He explained to us that of 14 bands, only 6 would get a chance at a recording contract. How it worked in Ottawa was that the audience votes for the bands. The top 6 bands who get the most votes get a chance at a recording contract, but of those 6, the judges pick who gets to go on. In Ottawa, the band that made it to Toronto was number 4 or something, but they start with the first band voted, and if they weren't great they move onto the next.
After all this, I was pretty excited. Hunk and Fallhard were trying their best not to look like amateurs, but I was too busy trying to look only half as pumped as I actually was.
The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful, we got stuck in traffic on the Don Valley Parkway (shakes fist) for two hours. The night of the Opera House came, and One of the guys drove us down to it.
The weird thing about this concert was that you couldn't leave the building, not even to smoke. You could only leave if you weren't coming back. Inside the Opera House was about ten thousand degrees, so I was glad I had worn shorts. Everyone was pretty pumped, and Rocker did his best to ignore, but as mentioned before, he tries to act like hes not ignoring me to make it seem like everythings alright to the other guys, even though they know its not. Pssht and they say females are complicated.
The guys were in the first group to go, so they were done by about 9:30. They blew the top off the place and everyone LOVED them. They played a flawless show and made it to second place (!!!!), but the group before them were a type of Black Eyed Peas group, and were pretty awesome.
After they were on, the rest of us decided to call it a night. Now, 9:30 isn't exactly a night, but the show went on for another 5 hours, and the Guys had to stay or they were disqualified. I would've even stayed to enjoy the other bands, but there was no where to sit. On our way out, the girls all stopped to hug Rocker. Way Akward. Even more akward was the way on of the girls (all of 16 yrs old) clung to him, and yes the green eyed jealous monster reared its head, but only long enough for practical irish to be like why bother? I said bye, and we left. Pretty uneventful night after that, and I was pretty disapointed they didn't win. They definatly wanted it bad enough, they should've got it. So close.
In other news, girl drama has reared its head.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
The Opera House
So the thursday before the show, I went over to Fallhards to pick up my ticket, since he already owed me money, I only paid for about half of it. I got to his house and we sat on his lawn for a bit.
"What're you doing today?" He asked.
"Nothing really, why?"
This was a big fat lie, I had planned to be on the phone most of the day deciding college stuff. But that seemed unappatizing, so I was curious what he was doing. He told me that him and Hunk had to go to Toronto (ugh!) to talk to someone about the show, and wondered if I wanted to go with. So, away we went.
When we got down there, We passed CityTV, or as most people know it, MuchMusic headquarters. They were setting up for the MMVA's, and erecting the stages as we stood and watched. It was quite the site, seeing everything being set up, and there were people everywhere, which must've been frustrating for drivers already having to navigate through 1 lane of traffic each direction and cars parked on the sides of the roads.
We sat down and had some lunch, and made it back just in time to meet with the guy planning everything for the Opera House. He looked as though he had lived a bit of the rocker lifestyle, slightly balding but with a I-could-give-two-shites look on his face, and sleeves of tattoos on his arms. He seemed nice enough, but you could tell he was under some kind of stress, and had been through this shpeal about 10 times already.
"Alright," He started to explain, "This is how it's going to work."
Shite brother needs the net, more later.
"What're you doing today?" He asked.
"Nothing really, why?"
This was a big fat lie, I had planned to be on the phone most of the day deciding college stuff. But that seemed unappatizing, so I was curious what he was doing. He told me that him and Hunk had to go to Toronto (ugh!) to talk to someone about the show, and wondered if I wanted to go with. So, away we went.
When we got down there, We passed CityTV, or as most people know it, MuchMusic headquarters. They were setting up for the MMVA's, and erecting the stages as we stood and watched. It was quite the site, seeing everything being set up, and there were people everywhere, which must've been frustrating for drivers already having to navigate through 1 lane of traffic each direction and cars parked on the sides of the roads.
We sat down and had some lunch, and made it back just in time to meet with the guy planning everything for the Opera House. He looked as though he had lived a bit of the rocker lifestyle, slightly balding but with a I-could-give-two-shites look on his face, and sleeves of tattoos on his arms. He seemed nice enough, but you could tell he was under some kind of stress, and had been through this shpeal about 10 times already.
"Alright," He started to explain, "This is how it's going to work."
Shite brother needs the net, more later.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
SORRY!
To everyone thats been reading this-- so sorry! i've been up to my eyeballs in work and etc, so I apoligze that i've been lacking on the posts.
For all you who were curious what I did about The Guys...
The time came last saturday for them to see who was coming to see them play at the Opera House. They made the finalists for Ontario (14 bands from all accross Ontario), and not to spoli it or anything, but they made top 6.
This is revelant I swear. The problem is, getting into the top 6 relys on whether the audience votes for you, the more audience votes you have, you get into the top 6. Once in the top 6, The judges (from big name labels like Universal) decide who wins, being number one for votes doesn't guarentee you win.
So Fallhard called me up on wednesday and asked if I was going to their show still. I told him no, why would I spend $20 seeing people who don't appriciate me. After much argueing and bitching, Fallhard said that if I didn't want to go that was my choice.
Smashers had already invited me to Waterloo for the weekend, but no money had been put anywhere yet. I consulted one of The Guys, on of the kids I like to call them (2ofthem). He told me flat out that the only people who hadn't missed me of 8 of them were Fallhard and Rocker, and that if nothing else I should come to their biggest show ever, even just to show my support for the other Guys.
So, I told this to Fallhard. I told him this was it, this was their last chance to show some actual friendship. And he agreed.
More on the show later...
For all you who were curious what I did about The Guys...
The time came last saturday for them to see who was coming to see them play at the Opera House. They made the finalists for Ontario (14 bands from all accross Ontario), and not to spoli it or anything, but they made top 6.
This is revelant I swear. The problem is, getting into the top 6 relys on whether the audience votes for you, the more audience votes you have, you get into the top 6. Once in the top 6, The judges (from big name labels like Universal) decide who wins, being number one for votes doesn't guarentee you win.
So Fallhard called me up on wednesday and asked if I was going to their show still. I told him no, why would I spend $20 seeing people who don't appriciate me. After much argueing and bitching, Fallhard said that if I didn't want to go that was my choice.
Smashers had already invited me to Waterloo for the weekend, but no money had been put anywhere yet. I consulted one of The Guys, on of the kids I like to call them (2ofthem). He told me flat out that the only people who hadn't missed me of 8 of them were Fallhard and Rocker, and that if nothing else I should come to their biggest show ever, even just to show my support for the other Guys.
So, I told this to Fallhard. I told him this was it, this was their last chance to show some actual friendship. And he agreed.
More on the show later...
Saturday, June 9, 2007
My own car betrays me...
Last night I was running back from my break. I hastily parked my car and took off into the store. About an hour later, I looked back into the parking lot, and I saw a sunfire halfway accross the parking lot at a weird angle. It took me about a second to realize why it looked so weird, it was parked into another car, and the license plate was mine.
"Ahhhh, Shite!" I grabbed my keys and took off into the parking lot.
The customer whos car I hit had just been in the store, and thankfully I had been nice to her.
"O my GOD! Is your car alright? I'm so sorry, it must've come out of gear! I-AM-SO-Sorry! Is there any damage??" I said very quickly and hysterically.
"My cars fine! Is yours alright?"
"Ah, Its a peice of shit anyways, Are you sure theres no damage?"
She said there wasn't and I apoligzed again, profusly.
In other news:
The Guys have offically abandoned me. Like the Titanic, they jumped ship at the last failing sign of trouble.
I haven't talked to them in weeks, and they haven't called me. Tuesday was Rockers birthday, and seeing that he left a message on someones board that everyone was going to Ben and Jerrys for dinner. Knowing that he doesn't have call I.D., I called and asked whats going on for his birthday.
"Umm, Nothing yet. I'm supposed to call Fallhard tonight and see whats up."
So I got flatout lied to. Irritation invited me to Ben and Jerrys, but I could tell from Rockers lying I wasn't welcome.
These were My Friends. Now i'm getting treated like someones ex, and we used to treat exes better than this. What to do?
No serious, I need some help here, what do I do.
"Ahhhh, Shite!" I grabbed my keys and took off into the parking lot.
The customer whos car I hit had just been in the store, and thankfully I had been nice to her.
"O my GOD! Is your car alright? I'm so sorry, it must've come out of gear! I-AM-SO-Sorry! Is there any damage??" I said very quickly and hysterically.
"My cars fine! Is yours alright?"
"Ah, Its a peice of shit anyways, Are you sure theres no damage?"
She said there wasn't and I apoligzed again, profusly.
In other news:
The Guys have offically abandoned me. Like the Titanic, they jumped ship at the last failing sign of trouble.
I haven't talked to them in weeks, and they haven't called me. Tuesday was Rockers birthday, and seeing that he left a message on someones board that everyone was going to Ben and Jerrys for dinner. Knowing that he doesn't have call I.D., I called and asked whats going on for his birthday.
"Umm, Nothing yet. I'm supposed to call Fallhard tonight and see whats up."
So I got flatout lied to. Irritation invited me to Ben and Jerrys, but I could tell from Rockers lying I wasn't welcome.
These were My Friends. Now i'm getting treated like someones ex, and we used to treat exes better than this. What to do?
No serious, I need some help here, what do I do.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Mystery Men and the women who love them.
I've done the unthinkable. I've made friends with the enemy.
That's right folks, I made friends with Rockers girlfriend. The worst part? Shes awesome.
The scary thing is her and I are so much alike, right down to what we wear, our mannerisms, things we say, everything. We're both Irish, both have a take-no-shit attitude, both love peircings, coffee,The Guys, etc. We decided to go to a brit import store, that had food from Ireland, like rock candy and saltwater taffy. While I was deciding what to wear (Needed to look hot but in a i'm-not-trying-i'm-just-better-looking kind of way) and when I met up with her? She was wearing the EXACT same thing I was going to, but decided last minute not to. Same shirt from my store, same pants. It was freaky.
The enevitable came, and Rocker was brought up. Then like a snowball, everything just poured out about the whole situation. And you know what? She didn't know he wasn't speaking to me, and their relationship isn't as flawless as I thought it was. It's horrible to say, but that made me feel better. It made me feel good to know that he's not just getting away with treating her like shit.
Anyways, i'll save the majority of the conversation, but it was good to finally talk things out with her. It was also good to hear that he considered me a best friend before he started being an arse. And, to be horrible again, she told me that when she got on his case about why he was going back with her, and whether it had anything to do with him not being able to sleep with me, he lost it on her. He said "yes, that's the reason I want you back, because Irish wouldn't sleep with me." Harsh, but it felt good to know I gotunder his skin. Yes, i'm a terrible person.
On a different female front, Smashers and I were going to have a girls night. We were having it because her boyfriend asked Fatarse and Smashers sister to go to a concert, but didn't ask her. He didn't see the problem with this. So after a build up of anger for the past two weeks, Smashers wanted to have a fun filled night of getting loaded. The only problem? Neither of us have money.
Since we both live in a small town, I told her that we should probably both go in on cab fare. She kept saying she had no money to spare, which is true, but then we ended up drinking my liquor and wine, neither of which shes offered to replace. Plus, she was all for going out and everything, but not willing to put forth cab fare, so doesn't that mean that I would have to stay sober and drive? Even before all of this, she informed me that she had left her stuff at her boyfriends, so she was just going to go stay there for the night. Our girly night had suddenly turned into a girly few hours. Her boyfriend called at 1:30 am, the considerate guy he is, and told her he would be at my house in 3 minutes, barely giving us time to finish our movie.
Here's my major problem. Hes the type of guy who does stuff when he wants and expects everyone to work around him. He could care less if were watching a movie, he'd say "Oh, go ahead and finish" but then sit there and sigh loudly until we turned it off. He came home from the concert at 1ish and when he told Smashers that he was on his way and she mentioned we still had a movie on, his reply was "Well, how late are we being then? Because I've been out since the afternoon."
I could go on for hours about this guys inconsiderate nature, but I don't want to get too riled before bed.
That's right folks, I made friends with Rockers girlfriend. The worst part? Shes awesome.
The scary thing is her and I are so much alike, right down to what we wear, our mannerisms, things we say, everything. We're both Irish, both have a take-no-shit attitude, both love peircings, coffee,The Guys, etc. We decided to go to a brit import store, that had food from Ireland, like rock candy and saltwater taffy. While I was deciding what to wear (Needed to look hot but in a i'm-not-trying-i'm-just-better-looking kind of way) and when I met up with her? She was wearing the EXACT same thing I was going to, but decided last minute not to. Same shirt from my store, same pants. It was freaky.
The enevitable came, and Rocker was brought up. Then like a snowball, everything just poured out about the whole situation. And you know what? She didn't know he wasn't speaking to me, and their relationship isn't as flawless as I thought it was. It's horrible to say, but that made me feel better. It made me feel good to know that he's not just getting away with treating her like shit.
Anyways, i'll save the majority of the conversation, but it was good to finally talk things out with her. It was also good to hear that he considered me a best friend before he started being an arse. And, to be horrible again, she told me that when she got on his case about why he was going back with her, and whether it had anything to do with him not being able to sleep with me, he lost it on her. He said "yes, that's the reason I want you back, because Irish wouldn't sleep with me." Harsh, but it felt good to know I gotunder his skin. Yes, i'm a terrible person.
On a different female front, Smashers and I were going to have a girls night. We were having it because her boyfriend asked Fatarse and Smashers sister to go to a concert, but didn't ask her. He didn't see the problem with this. So after a build up of anger for the past two weeks, Smashers wanted to have a fun filled night of getting loaded. The only problem? Neither of us have money.
Since we both live in a small town, I told her that we should probably both go in on cab fare. She kept saying she had no money to spare, which is true, but then we ended up drinking my liquor and wine, neither of which shes offered to replace. Plus, she was all for going out and everything, but not willing to put forth cab fare, so doesn't that mean that I would have to stay sober and drive? Even before all of this, she informed me that she had left her stuff at her boyfriends, so she was just going to go stay there for the night. Our girly night had suddenly turned into a girly few hours. Her boyfriend called at 1:30 am, the considerate guy he is, and told her he would be at my house in 3 minutes, barely giving us time to finish our movie.
Here's my major problem. Hes the type of guy who does stuff when he wants and expects everyone to work around him. He could care less if were watching a movie, he'd say "Oh, go ahead and finish" but then sit there and sigh loudly until we turned it off. He came home from the concert at 1ish and when he told Smashers that he was on his way and she mentioned we still had a movie on, his reply was "Well, how late are we being then? Because I've been out since the afternoon."
I could go on for hours about this guys inconsiderate nature, but I don't want to get too riled before bed.
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