everything after

2002-07-28T09:00:00.000-04:00

You've bin in all my dreams since you've been gone
Each mornin' that I wake up with the dawn
Dream Street Rose I like the way you smile
Dream Street Rose stay with me a while
You gave more than anyone could ask
You washed away all shadows from my past
Dream Street Rose heaven only knows
Dream Street Rose that's the way she goes
Dream Street Rose let us not pretend
Heaven knows will you love me
Right 'til the end

Somewhere in between there stands a dream
The sweetest dream that we have ever seen
Dream Street Rose I like the way you smile
Dream Street Rose please stay with me a while
Dream Street Rose I miss you when you're gone
Heaven knows I'm gonna love ya
From now on

Dream Street Rose I like the way you smile
Dream Street Rose stay with me a while
Dream Street Rose heaven only knows
Dream Street Rose that's the way she goes

I have no photos of me sleeping, but Roar says I pout when I sleep. This is my last post, my tribute to Tahnie, and my thanks to everyone that read the page, sponsored me, or just wished me luck. I've thanked my caffeine-team plenty and we'll all be back next year to do this again. Until then, however... stardust in your eyes, sunset in the staff/performer parking lots of venues, and...

... someday, we'll be famous for all of this.

2002-07-28T08:27:00.000-04:00

My goal in life is to become homecoming queen. *nods*

Failing that, I'm going to track down every single one of our sponsors and thank them personally. *mwaaaaah*

Thank you for singing, Jersey; for keeping me awake, Misery and Roar; for letting me take this over for tonight, Penny; for being so wonderful to talk to, Une; and to all of my sponsors and everyone at Laundromatic for helping me out so much. I want to make love to you all in a bed of roses!

2002-07-28T07:55:00.000-04:00

The longer I go without sleep, the more I turn into a raving lunatic with the mind of a five-year-old child... I walked outside into the semi-wetness of the morning, looking around at what the rain had done, and immediately wished for the sunshine that Jersey had been talking about several hours ago. I mean, there's nothing really hideous about the grey mornings we get every now and again, but it would have been beautiful to watch the sun come up as the Blog-a-Thon was ending. I mean, I've seen sunrises before, once even while camping out for concert tickets, but I'm a sucker for natural beauty like that. Ohhh well... almost done. Almost allowed to sleeeeeep.

2002-07-28T07:29:00.000-04:00

The history of the bandaids is just the beginning, you understand. This is how it all started, where roots grabbed the earth and sunk in as deep as they could go, how we got into feather boas and as many concerts as possibly affordable, and a certain poise that I can no longer control that comes over me whenever I am near less-than-respectable groupies and what have you.

Our groups may come and go; the Moffatts may be defunct and their spinoffs difficult to follow, Taylor Hanson may be happily married to some chestnut-haired girl from God-only-knows-where, and we may be reaching the edge of our teenage years, but it's as simple as this: we are here now, and we're happy with what we do. We're happy squeezing into cramped backseats to go to shows, making instant friends when we get there, taking pictures of stupid things, and just being who we are.

We're never going to grow up; we're never going to die. Girls like us... we don't have a future. We live for now.

I did this blog for Tahnie, first and foremost, but truly in the end it was a gift to a pack of girls too intent on chasing music and tattooed boys with guitars and huge egos to care about anything else. I'm so grateful for the money we raised for Cystinosis, and I'm even more grateful that I got to spill all these silly stories. Here's to so many more years of endless highways. I've got three official posts left, and I feel so alive.

2002-07-28T07:16:00.000-04:00

Is it a bad thing that I want to write a fanfic based on Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves?

2002-07-28T06:55:00.000-04:00

It's nearly seven in the morning and so far I can't believe I've come so far. Roar is asleep on the couch to my right and Misery's in the washroom, I think. The sun came up an hour ago I would suppose... but it's gross and grey outside and I don't even want to think about what kind of precipitation we're going to get later.

To think that I've been doing this for twenty-two hours boggles my mind. I did manage to almost completely tell the Bandaid History, and I did share a lot of nice photos and stories, so I can only hope that it's been entertaining. We've got a couple more posts to go, and the last one's going to be very special...

But it has been special in general. I got to share all these things that meant a lot, and didn't have Tahnie here smacking me silly as my personal censor... *giggling* and it's been grand, despcite the fact that I am so tired right now I could cry.

I'm going to take this post right now to thank all of my lastminute sponsors from Laundromatic; all of the people that sponsored me in general, and of course my bandaids for keeping me awake. Unhappy at times, but undoubtably awake. I've only got these two last hours to go... and then I'm sleeping for three days straight, so help me. *laughing* Now if Tahnie would just call me from Chicago and tell me she's doing alright, everyone could be REALLY happy, but then again I'm sure she's fine. I'll be alright. I just need to walk around and stop thinking about particular boys I miss quite a lot.

2002-07-28T06:23:00.000-04:00

I hope Marc doesn't hurt me for this, but he's such an awesome guy that I wanted to share this with everyone:

Those are my handcuffs, the second last Moffatt show... the last few days before everything changed. *heh*

2002-07-28T05:57:00.000-04:00

*flitting around like a fairy* I dunno how much longer I can laaaaast... it's all TOO MUUUUCH... *faints* Whew, I feel much better now.

I have come to the conclusion that the pictures in this blog are the money shot... mmm... pictures!

I want to move to this town when I leave my own... he he he... it's a very beautiful place, so close to Toronto, but still in the country... I honestly WANT to live here:

2002-07-28T05:27:00.000-04:00

Camping Out:

... I slept for a total fifteen minutes that night, and when morning rolled around I came upon the discovery that the tuck shop in the recreation centre sold toast. TOAST! With butter, in fact! So that was a fantastic memory right there, sitting next to some hot guy sleeping on a blanket with his girlfriend as they waited for tickets, eating buttered toast. Buttered toast in line for Moffatt tickets. *nods* That's what I want to tell the boys some day, that I waited in line at the rec centre for twelve hours and then ate buttered toast before the box office opened.

I think that's one of my favourite memories, that toast. *laughing* I don't even really know why... just that the memory makes me very happy... but as it was, we were first in line and got second row tickets that morning, so I think I was blessed. Eeee.

The day of that concert memories:

Mmmgeorgestroumbouloupos...

2002-07-28T05:10:00.000-04:00

Hey hey hey; this is what happens during chemistry exams a week before a Pusch concert or two: *laughing*

2002-07-28T04:56:00.000-04:00

The Adventures in Camping-Out

I'm going to post this in installments - it's detailed.

This was for the shows in August, 2001 [before the Pusch shows... I'm going a little out of order here]. I had yet to walk out of a math class to buy the tickets to the second show in London, so this was a new adventure. I'd never camped out before, we were going to a box office that next to no one knew about, and I was in a city I was completely unfamiliar with.

We parked ourselves in front of this building in the middle of nowhere, between two universities, at ten o'clock at night, which was twelve hours before the tickets were meant to go on sale. It was meant to be a long haul, and we were all fine with that. We had warm clothes, sleeping bags, food and drinks, a cheap early-nineties white rap motorola ghetto flipphone, and we were set to go.

It was a long haul, and being situated between two universities really made our lives more interesting. Many, many young freshman-aged people walked through that parking lot that night, both before AND after the lights were turned out. We had our share of odd creatures to talk to; including a pair of sparkly boys with glitter from their adam's apples to their waists, girls who fought over the Backstreet Boys in front of us, and one man who seemingly disappeared halfway through the parking lot. He did, I tell you... we saw him walking down the street, we waved and heard him whistling, and then suddenly he was on the opposite side of the parking lot...

Young men do disappearing acts in the wee hours of the morning. *nods* ... and Dakota talks really funny when she's sleepy and it's this close to five a.m...

2002-07-28T04:20:00.000-04:00

The beginning of Pusch:

Pusch took much effort; it took several phone calls to the box office or whatever that was called, but I managed to procur four tickets to two shows - one in London, one in Hamilton, and it being the middle of February, it was cold. I mean, honestly. I've stood around behind a venue in the middle of winter before, but never like that.

If I can offer but one piece of advice, it is to never wear Converse Chuck Taylors while standing in a snowy area. I was wearing two pairs of socks, and by the time the show started I couldn't feel my feet, but we did meet some great people behind the theatre in London. The Embassy is a small theatre, in a bad part of town, and it was pretty scary for a little while, but we managed to prevail, despite scary groupies from New York playing bad music from a grey Jeep the whole afternoon, and other scary groupies that wore pajama pants and mukluks until the show started, when they changed into ... cocktail napkins...

But as it goes, it was soundchecks where Clint kept screaming, "One... two... one, two, heyaaaah..." until I finally got so frustrated I screamed "THREE, GOD EFFING DARNIT" through the doorway... scary fans I didn't want to talk to and wonderful ones that I did... and in the end, an accidental backstage door to the side of my head. THAT incident resulted in Clint apologizing to me twice, and it didn't hurt... but it was good fun. *laughing* I think the Pusch shows were the most fun I've had in a long time. It also required me accidentally getting into a swearing match with Clint between songs, but it was all in good fun... at least, I don't think he was serious. *laughing* I hope he wasn't!

Here's to the beginning and end of everything in London, Ontario.

2002-07-28T03:50:00.000-04:00

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2002-07-28T03:48:00.000-04:00

Welcome to the wee hours of the MORNING... oh my goodness... and another one by Gordon Lightfoot:

If I had a dollar, if I had a cent
I would play most anywhere if it would pay my rent
I'd be livin' on the downside in my old apartment
For the rest of my days
People always ask why the world is on the run
People like you and like me
Is it really true you can really never win
Movin' to the upside, tell me when does the fun begin

Deep as the see and as wild as the weather
We will go just you and me to pick wild strawberries together
Or be livin' on our own, in a cabin in a meadow
Or meanderin' alone, we can face the world forever or we'll
Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train
Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride

People often ask me just the way it must feel
To be standing up here with you down there
Let it now be known that throughout all of these years
I have been wearing polka dot underwear

Deep as the sea and as wild as the weather
We will go just you and me to gather crabapples together
And be wandering along toward a cabin in the meadow
Or meandering alone, we can face the world together or we'll
Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train
Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride

People always ask why the world is on the slide
People like you and like me
Is it really true there will be no peace left to hide
Turning to the upside, when does the fun begin

Deep as the sea and as wild as the weather
We might go just you and me to pick wild strawberries together
Or be livin' on our own in a cabin in a meadow
And the cows will come home
They can face the world forever and we'll
Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train
Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane

After the sponsor break: Bif Naked and Pusch

2002-07-28T03:34:00.000-04:00

The sun is coming up on the east coast for Jersey, and I promised her a story of sorts to make her smile as the sun came up. Here we go:

Clinton has a barrow in the market place
Jersey is the singer in a band
Clinton says to Jersey-girl I like your face
And Jersey says this as she takes him by the hand.
Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Obladi Oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on.

Clinton takes a trolley to the jewelry stores
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Jersey waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing.

In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Clinton and Jersey Moffatt.

Happy ever after in the market place
Clinton lets the children lend a hand
Jersey stays at home and does her pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band.

And if you want some fun-take Obladi Oblada.

2002-07-28T03:27:00.000-04:00

Dakota is officially beyond tired right now. It's three-thirty in the morning, and I can't ... stay... awake. I wanna go outside, but it's pouring rain. Our cake'll be cool soon, so I'll be alright.

2002-07-28T03:24:00.000-04:00

This is Roar... I heart all of our nice sponsors. Thank you, dudes. Blogathons would be more fun if I was actually allowed to post something. Hopefully Kody won't kill me for this.

This should make her love me:

"THE PEOPLE DEMAND RUBBER DICKS!"

2002-07-28T02:57:00.000-04:00

Okay, it now being three a.m, I'm going to go make pudding cake. Mmmchocolatepuddingcake. *drool* Since Roar is talking to her boyfriend, I may as well get food.

2002-07-28T02:34:00.000-04:00

The product of Misery and I running around inner-city Toronto right before a Moffatt show:

everybody wants something they'll never give up, everybody wants something that'll take your mondays, and never give up...

2002-07-28T02:26:00.000-04:00

There's the beginnings of a very big thunderstorm brewing outside and it's beginning to frighten the crap out of me... but Stewart is on MadTV and I have lots of food and stuff, so it doesn't matter too much yet. *bahaha*

Next story: Bif Naked, Pusch

2002-07-28T02:02:00.000-04:00

"What's that button do?"
"Don't press buttons!"
"I don't press, I just point and ask!"

2002-07-28T01:59:00.000-04:00

Okay, now that's we've officially perturbed Roar's boyfriend online and forced him to leave his own house in utter disgust at two o'clock in the morning, we've calmed down considerably, all to listen to Jersey's songs. Mmmmuzak. We're all so emo...

2002-07-28T01:50:00.000-04:00

"Don't ask how we got started on llamas..."
"Don't ask how the moths decided to start a colony on my plaid pants and we're okay!"

2002-07-28T01:41:00.000-04:00

I have a portrait of a naked woman on black velvet in my dining room. It's been there for years. Apparently, however, it's very fascinating to anyone that comes in.

That naked ho broke Roar's brain!

2002-07-28T01:24:00.000-04:00

I can't trust Roar with her brown Sprite while she's laughing, so I had to confiscate it for the time being until she calms down... because apparently the llamas are eating our sofa... I don't understand how this came about, I really don't...

"Llamas eat sofas, and goats eat cans... while moths eath Jersey's clothing..."

2002-07-28T00:57:00.000-04:00

... it's one o'clock in the morning and we're in the living room, drinking soda, molesting my cat, and eating Fig Newtons, and it has been decided that the glass bulb thing sitting on my wooden table is in actuality an anal bulb...

... I really want to go to BED now...

"It'd be funnier if you called it a probe."

2002-07-28T00:31:00.000-04:00

... so we're all here, except for Jersey, who has decided to take a nap while we're posting for a few hours, but hopefully she will be back soon enough... it's all good. She sang us some songs, and hopefully she'll come back after awhile.

2002-07-28T00:22:00.000-04:00

*doing a little dance*

I'm awake, I'm awake... everybody's happy... it's all good. Misery's hearing devices are making odd squealing noises... hmmm... that can't be good.

Roar just called and her phone is incredibly loud... Misery could hear her from the living room and Misery can't hear it if I kick down the door... not to mention that my father's being a prick again and yelling at me because I didn't hear him the first time when he told me to do something. Yeah, well, he can stay awake for twenty-four damned hours and see how good a frigging mood he's in halfway through.

Roar will be here soon and I'm not awake enough to handle it.

2002-07-28T00:05:00.000-04:00

As it is now into the countdown of nine hours until I may sleep happily, I would like to recap everything.

You can *still* sponsor me. It would be awesome if you did, and anyone that sponsors late right now will get something very special from me, so long as they manage to email me. Some very wonderful girls from Laundro sponsored me at the last minute and I appreciate it more than y'all can imagine.

This is all for the Cystinosis Research Network, and our original Penny Lane, Tahnie. Tahnie's almost nineteen years old and has had Cystinosis her whole life, and we would like very much for her to be able to get much older than she is now, have children, and see them grow old. I would like to say right now that I would like to be there with her when her little girl goes to her senior prom. I'm not trying to pull heartstrings here, I'm telling it like it is.

So please keep all of this in mind as I go through the rest of the Bandaid History, and tell our funny little anecdotes about homicidal moths, glittery boys at three am, and being hit in the head with backstage doors.

2002-07-27T23:57:00.000-04:00

It's odd that I'm sitting here at only midnight, realizing the parrallels between Gordon Lightfoot and the Moffatts... *giggling*

This post goes out to my lovely Lady Une, who sponsored us at the last moment, and who provides me with much entertainment. She writes very wonderful fanfiction, and her Moffie slash erotica put us all in a concert-going mood before the show at the Air Canada center in 2001.

Lady Une's only honorary because she's so displaced from us; she lives in the south and obviously doesn't get a chance to go to shows with us, but she's a good friend of mine and I couldn't get through all my scary phases where I want Scott so badly I'm in a bad mood, and I don't think I could have gone this far without her. *smiling* We luff oo, Une.

2002-07-27T23:40:00.000-04:00

BAAAAACK. My goodness, my neighborhood is scary at night... especially the playground... whew.

2002-07-27T23:22:00.000-04:00

I'm going to go for a walk and take Misery with me, and since we've only got a little time we won't go too far, so my mom shouldn't have any freak-outs. I have photo-mo-graph of the moment that makes me want to come back as a guitar in my next life.

There we go, and I'll be back in thirty minutes.

2002-07-27T22:57:00.000-04:00

The story of Mercedes:

... is not especially long or complicated. I never particularly got along with her, and we fought too often for me to keep track. We get along now that we no longer spend much time together at concerts, but there's nothing quite like getting into a big raving bitch fight at the end of a concert to ruin your day.

I never officially booted her, but I did make it clear that she was never a part of what we did. It was hard to do because I don't like being seen as a bitchy person, but it had to be done from my point of view. We called her the Tongue; she did, in her glory, manage to make Scott squirm considerably at the thought of her tongue piercing. I'm proud of that, but at the same time disgusted, and was really rather annoyed with her in Kitchener when I didn't get to get near Scott during the Meet and Greets. It was really a female competition thing, and it's probably all for the best that we ended the way we did. *nods*

next up: our honorary girls, Lady Une and Tempest

2002-07-27T22:32:00.000-04:00

Our east coast counterpart with all the magazine interview connections and a penchant for making me listen to Ronan Keating and think of her; Jerseeeey!

We luff oo, Jersey. Jersey sang Walking Behind for us, it made us very happy, and we're keeping her company as much as she is keeping us. He he he he.

2002-07-27T22:23:00.000-04:00

I wrote The City in The Fall purely because of this song, can you believe that? I wrote it with Tahnie and Roar in mind, and it was one of my betters; it's a lovely song and I'm just in a lovely mood. This whole night's dedicated to the Bandaids - Misery on the floor reading magazines, Tahnie in Chicago calling me every few hours to check up, Roar on her way up from the Creek, and Jersey on the east coast singing us songs and giving us requests for posts. I'm somehow thinking I'll have to make a yearly thing of this for myself.

It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the home town a million miles away
Is the ice still on the river, are the old folks still the same
And by the way, did she mention my name
Did she mention my name just in passing
And when the morning came, do you remember if she dropped a name or two
Is the home team still on fire, do they still win all the games
And by the way, did she mention my name

Is the landlord still a loser, do his signs hang in the hall
Are the young girls still as pretty in the city in the fall
Does the laughter on their faces still put the sun to shame
And by the way, did she mention my name

Did she mention my name just in passing
And when the talk ran high, did the look in her eye seem far away
Is the old roof still leaking when the late snow turns to rain
And by the way, did she mention my name

Did she mention my name just in passing
And looking at the rain, do you remember if she dropped a name or two
Won't you say hello from someone, they'll be no need to explain
And by the way, did she mention my name

2002-07-27T22:06:00.000-04:00

I think I'm going to hold off the Bandaid history for a little while; reading Loz's story made me so mushy and whatnot that I'll just wait a few hours before I go on with Mercedes' chapter. I've got another eleven hours to go; I should do fine. Until then, I'm going to post some good stuff that reminds me of Scott.

2002-07-27T21:58:00.000-04:00

My ten o'clock post is a very special one, dedicated to a very special person that I never named a Bandaid, but I really should have. Lauryn was my very first close friend online, and still is one of the most influential people in my life, and this post is for her. I don't get to talk to her anymore, due to conflicting schedules and a time difference of fourteen hours, and I miss her dearly. I just went to her site to stave off boredom and found a beautiful short fanfiction started for me that I wasn't aware she was writing, and I only hope she gets to read this at some point in time. I miss the conversations we used to have, I miss the stories we used to create, and I miss the thought of someday running off to Australia to see Bathurst and the ocean at Christmas.

i don't know how you knew that this song was the one thing that truly reminded me of him, maybe i told you, i don't remember... but thank you

The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top
The snow is softly fallin'
The air is still within the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly callin'
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you

The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon the page
The words of love you sent me

If I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you

The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are liftin'
The mornin' light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are driftin'

If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
And to be once again with with you
To be once again with with you

2002-07-27T21:40:00.000-04:00

Misery's beginning to feel the effects of boredom: she's rooting around under my bed, asking about everything.

2002-07-27T21:21:00.000-04:00

My nine-thirty p.m. post tonight goes out to Lucky, one of our honorary Band-Aids from Ohio, and I will say only this, because she and her counterpart Sonic will fully understand:

"James for Dakota!"
"Woohoo!"

2002-07-27T20:54:00.000-04:00

Roar, as with any of my very close friends, has a personality that doesn't always jive with mine. We argue occasionally and due to the slight distance between us, don't always get along very well. She'll be joining us later this evening, and as with Misery she is fully capable of injuring me irreparably. You all understand, of course.

She is a lovely person with a lively peronality and makes a Bandaid well full of panache, but of course, we do all fight and when one of us wants to roadtrip, the others don't, and so on and so forth. Roar is one of the main characters of the fanfic I wrote that would have held out perfectly well without the help of the Moffatts, the City in the Fall, and stays relatively true to that character.

She is everything I am not, and fills us out very well. We just get along some days better than others.

But there is nothing that beats running down some random street in the middle of the city late at night with spoons and a tub of frosting, squealing and chasing each other for a sugar high, and it was Roar and I that discovered why one should not eat at McDonald's late at night in Ancaster. *nods*

Next up; Mercedes and the fact that she is no longer among us [she's still alive, don't worry]

2002-07-27T20:24:00.000-04:00

Exclusive clip of Light It Up Again [Leaving California]:

"Why are you doing this?"
Bob looked up at Jonny sadly, shrugging and wiping his eyes.
"I can't live like this anymore."
He got up and stormed into his bedroom. Johnny leaned in the doorframe, watching him.
"Am I that bad a lay?"
Bob groaned and a shoe flew at Johnny; he wasn't aiming for him.
"You're the worst lay in the world," Bob snapped, burying his face in his pillow. "Go away. Come back with a girl up for a threesome."
Johnny smiled smugly and knocked on the doorjamb.
"Maggie's not up to one this week." He sat down beside Bob and patted his back. "What's wrong with this place?"
Bob mumbled something and his back stiffened to the touch.
"I feel like a caged animal," he moaned. Johnny nodded and clicked his tongue.
"I'll go buy you some Maya Angelou."

2002-07-27T20:10:00.000-04:00

It seems to me that the digital camera is not going to hook up, as it appears to be the same as the one we have, so we're going to have to do with the few photographs I actually possess, but that's alright. I'm quite sure I can make this interesting without the digicam. My cat has certainly redeemed herself from nearly letting me kill her earlier,; she's alseep on the back of my dad's chair and looks absolutely adorable...

So I'll forgive her this time. I mean, I"ve eaten now, so I'm feeling a million times better, and my poor kitty looks too cute to be mad at anymore. Never mind the fact that Misery is sitting here cooing at her while she sleeps in a vain attempt to wake her up... oh, this shall be good fun in a few hours.

2002-07-27T19:56:00.000-04:00

When my mother gets off the computer downstairs I'll be posting clips of fanfic, since I want to spread out my remaining Band-Aid history. I do, after all, have eleven hours to go, and I don't want to be running on empty by the time nine a.m. Sunday rolls around... bahahaha.

Until then:
"I had no pillows. I had no effing PILLOWS."

Poor Clint had no pillows. *he he he* I think sleep deprivation is setting in earlier than expected or something.

2002-07-27T19:49:00.000-04:00

"Why are there Pop-Tarts on the back of your couch?"
"... they didn't get along with the creamed corn."

2002-07-27T19:36:00.000-04:00

I just about killed my cat trying to get down here...

2002-07-27T19:24:00.000-04:00

Ahhhh, the joys of food. *drool*

Must go fetch sodas, and avoid smacking the living daylights out of my g'darned mother.

2002-07-27T18:59:00.000-04:00

My parents have gone out to procure for our dining pleasure greasy burgers and fries from Wendy's - they're being lovely about all of this. Mmmburgers.

I walked around outside for awhile, barefoot and on tiptoe because my jeans are too long, and I feel much better.

"In the end, the dreams you dreamed are all you ever were."

2002-07-27T18:29:00.000-04:00

Misery and I managed to find Hannibal on the movie network just as it was coming, so we're literally engrossed in that. My head hurts... I need to go outside... go for a walk.

2002-07-27T18:17:00.000-04:00

Alyssa, who does the very awesome feature of 'shoe of the hour' on her blog, is blogging for The Global Fund for Women, and it'd be awesome if anyone here who needs a break from my story-telling could go check her out. You don't have to sponsor either of us, but she's fun to read and I'm sure you are all SO tired of my rambling by now...

2002-07-27T18:00:00.000-04:00

BTW: The clear plastic bandage on my index finger in the photo two posts below is due to my own stupidity:

Dee and I had gone into the restaurant where Pusch [the band of Clint/Bob Moffatt] were eating dinner to get a drink, and as I was opening the industrial zipper on the back pocket of my bondage pants I managed to slice my finger open, thusly bleeding into my cup of coffee... Ohh Goodness. I said I humiliated myself in front of rockstars, didn't I?

2002-07-27T17:54:00.000-04:00

Top Ten Simpsons Quotes

10. "Moonpie... what a time to be alive."
09. "Me fail English? That's unpossible!"
08. "I bent my Wookie!"
07. "Moochin' war widows..."
06. "I wanna find that hotdog tree I planted!"
05. "YAAAY! Sleep is where I'm a viking!"
04. "I remember that little boy whom I shared my first kiss with... and I liked it."
03. "Little girl... likes her brain. What's your opinion?"
02. "ThzzzzAP!"
01. "It tastes like BURNING!"

... and as an addage: BLUDGEON!
... "Go potato-shaped banana!"

2002-07-27T17:35:00.000-04:00

Roar came to us in the middle of the Promqueen tour; she was in the autograph line in Kitchener when we were sitting off to the side and saw us, and we met online. We talked for a long while until her birthday rolled around in February, when I bought her a blue feather boa and a little stuffed cat named for one of the cats in a fanfic I wrote. She'd been pretty down because of her birthday and a few uncontrollable circumstances, but I told her she could be a bandaid with us and come to concerts.

It started for us with hair dye in colours of the rainbow and a baby blue feather boa, and to this day she's one of the wilder bandaids alongside me. I don't think there'll ever be two weirder Scott fans than Roar and Dakota:

2002-07-27T16:56:00.000-04:00

Our lovely Jersey is singing us cover songs all the way from the east coast of Canada to keep us from dying of boredom... thaaaank you, Jersey!

This link will only work today, since I only have so much space on my H.Net account: Walking Behind

2002-07-27T16:48:00.000-04:00

From Peroxide Tour '02 Soundtrack; The Middle - Jimmy Eat World:

Hey, don't write yourself off yet
It's only in your head you feel left out or
looked down on.
Just try your best, try everything you can.
And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).
Hey, you know they're all the same.
You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in.
Live right now.
Yeah, just be yourself.
It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).
Hey, don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out or
looked down on.
Just do your best, do everything you can.
And don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say.
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).
It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, everything (everything) will be alright (alright).

2002-07-27T16:31:00.000-04:00

I'm pacing my stories from now on, and since Misery and I are a little busy eating potato chips and keeping them from my senile kitty, we'll be busy for the next few minutes. Mmmpotato chips.

2002-07-27T16:19:00.000-04:00

Aha, so the purpose of the Promqueen Tour 2001...

My father bought me a beautiful baby blue promdress, with gold lace overlay and wahtnot, from Le Chateau, for tenth grade. For some reason now unbeknownst to me, I got it into my head that I wanted to go to prom with Scott, so we swore that I'd ask him in August to go with me my junior year. It was simple: I had a baby blue promdress, a pair of black Chuck Taylors, and a hairdresser willing to work pro bono if he agreed.

I never did manage to ask him... those shows... well, we'll get to them sometime early tomorrow morning. But that was the purpose and drive of the Promqueen Tour, which lasted from January of 2001 until the end of August, for the Moffatts. It also included a Bif Naked/Project Wyze/Swollen Members show in December, but then gave way for the Peroxide '02 tour in February.

Next up: Roar's grand entrance [early Promqueen Tour]

2002-07-27T16:00:00.000-04:00

Our next topic: the very purpose of the Promqueen Tour 2001... *giggling*... but until then, a nice relic from the Make-a-Wish that Tahnie and I went on...

I miss that ring. *sniffle*

2002-07-27T15:49:00.000-04:00

Misery wants to know the following:

If I run across the street and get hit by a bus, will I still be disqualified from the Blog-a-Thon for not posting? *laughing*

2002-07-27T15:42:00.000-04:00

Mmmlyrics. This song shall someday go on a Bandaid Tour soundtrack; Somewhere Out There by Our Lady Peace.

Last time I talked to you,
you were lonely and out of place.
You were looking down on me,
lost out in space.
Laid underneath the stars,
strung out and feeling brave.
Watch the riddles glow,
watch them float away.
Down here in the atmosphere,
garbage and city lights,
you gotta save your tired soul,
you gotta save our lives.
Turn on the radio,
to find you on sattellite,
I'm waiting for the sky to fall,
I'm waiting for a sign.
All we are is all so far.
You're falling back to me,
the star that I can't see.
I know you're out there,
somewhere out there.
You're falling out of reach,
defying gravity,
I know you're out there,
somewhere out there.
Hope you remember me,
when you're homesick and need a change.
I miss your purple hair,
I miss the way you taste.
I know you'll come back someday,
on a bed of nails awake.
I'm praying that you don't burn out,
or fade away.
All we are is all so far
You're falling back to me,
the star that I can't see.
I know you're out there,
somewhere out there.
You're falling out of reach,
defying gravity,
I know you're out there,
somewhere out there.
You're falling back to me,
the star that I can't see.
I know you're out there, oh.
You're falling out of reach,
defying gravity....
I know you're out there,
somewhere out there.
You're falling back to me,
the star that I can't see.
I know you're out there,
somewhere out there.
You're falling out of reach,
defying gravity,
I know you're out there,
somewhere out there.
You're falling back to me.
Well I know,
I know.
You're falling out of reach.
I know...

2002-07-27T15:29:00.000-04:00

The cat's asleep along the crease of my legs and I have to pee like a racehorse. WHY?

2002-07-27T15:23:00.000-04:00

quote of the moment: "Who is this girl? She looks like a penis girl!"

2002-07-27T14:56:00.000-04:00

I have stripped down to lowriding jeans and a black Tuuli tanktop that gives my poor 36A bust actual cleavage... let's us get us this party STARTED.

2002-07-27T14:51:00.000-04:00

Okay, this is the first request of the day: Jersey, one of our darling bandaids, wants me to post something that will make her smile while she eats her chicken mcnuggets.

There you go, baby devil. *mwah*

2002-07-27T14:33:00.000-04:00

The product of meet and greets and a very hyper Dakota:

2002-07-27T14:29:00.000-04:00

After the show at the Air Canada centre was another show in Kitchener, at the Memorial Auditorium, that both Misery and Mercedes told me I had to go to. After a lot of frantic phone calls, several failed negotiations with a girl with front row tickets who didn't even like the Moffatts, and a lot of crying, I showed up at the place at nine in the morning with both girls and we stood outside the tourbus for what seemed in advance like a very long haul. Since I didn't have a ticket, I was positive I wouldn't get to see the show, and I was miserable.

After about an hour and a half Sheila [zee MFT stepmum] showed up outside with one of the dogs and started taking names down. By this point, Mercedes had escaped to a nearby Value Village in a bit of a huff, rather annoyed with both Misery and I, and she and I went down the three or so blocks to find her and tell her. It was an excited squealing match in the middle of a secondhand clothing store, I'll say that much. *laughing* As it was, we wandered around for a long while after that until the show started at eight, with a three-hour bum-parking for me in front of the not-yet-open box office. At five sharp when the box office opened, I was first in line with a wad of bills in hand.

"I want a single seat as close to the stage as you can get me, ma'am."

"Upper or floor?"

"FLOOR. I'm by myself and money is no object."

"I have one in fourth ro..."

"I'LL TAKE IT."

I didn't realize then just how close fourth row was, but as soon as I was shown to my seat I nearly died of a heart attack. As it was, I was in such a position that I was very visible from stage, and Mercedes and Misery were only two rows ahead of me.

That autograph line was just as horrible as the one a few days before, and this time I had a small claustrophobic attack that caused me, much to the annoyance of security guards, to sit at the side of the line until the end of the line passed us, as seen here:

I managed that night to humiliate myself as usual by bribing Bob for a handshake with a broken guitar string and causing Scott to stare at me rather strangely, but at that point it just did not matter. It was all that night that started me on the Bandaid thing for good, and when the Promqueen tour started... more on that next hour or so. Mmmpromqueen tour.

2002-07-27T13:56:00.000-04:00

I'm at h.net streaming videos to stave off boredom until Misery gets here... Aww River video... this is the first time I've seen it, since I'm such a lazy ass sometimes... brings back memories of the golden era of fanfic. Awww.

2002-07-27T13:35:00.000-04:00

Misery just called me to let me know when she'd be here, and she promised to hook me up with a digicam for the rest of the Blog-a-Thon, and I am just... like... as excited as a pig in slop here! Eee digicam! *jumping up and down*

Okay, the girl who just won the role of Jennifer Lopez on Becoming was pulled out of bed in baby pigtails, hoop earrings, and a big-assed black old-school N*Sync t-shirt. I can only imagine what I'd look like if they hauled my ass out of bed to become Bif Naked or something.

Next up in the bandaid history: Promqueen Tour 2001, meet and greets, Mercedes, and Roar

2002-07-27T13:26:00.000-04:00

"i hope you're remembering me when you're homesick and need a change."

2002-07-27T13:04:00.000-04:00

Bless my father's heart for lending me the use of his laptop and wireless internet card just for this event. This means, of course, that I won't have to go down to the basement every half hour once we get into the wee hours of the morning... it also means that while my mother plays Spider Solitaire down in the basement, I can post the one o'clock story installment.

I'm watching the MuchMusic Countdown right now; I want everyone reading this to go to MuchMusic and request something by the Moffatts or Hanson. Do y'all understand me? I want you to request Just Another Phase or I Will Come to You! NOW!

Shortly after the Hanson concert, I started to really like the Moffatts. I always liked them [for the most part, we won't get into the seventh grade] a little, but it took Misery and Mercedes to really get me into them. My parents bought me Submodalities and a pair of tickets to the show at the Air Canada Centre for Christmas, and after I had discovered that [I am REALLY good at checking out my presents well in advance of Christmas morning] I called Misery to declare that we were all going together.

That was the first show we deliberately went to together. I won't tell you how long we all spent in the autograph line that night, but I will say that we were at the end and it wrapped itself around the Air Canada Centre. If any of you are familiar with Toronto, you'll know what I'm talking about. That night was all about taking stupid photos of coat hangers, doing silly dances in line with adorable, flamboyant boys who cried when they shook the Moffatts' hands, and just how much you could actually do when you were nowhere near backstage. It was also the first time I had ever been so close to Scott Moffatt, and it scared the living daylights out of me.

No matter how many times I have seen them live, no matter where I go in this life, and no matter what kind of a scary fan I have become, I will always turn into a shy little girl whenever I encounter a rockstar I am in love with. That very trait reduced me to blurt out how tall Taylor Hanson was upon meeting him, and forced me to talk to Misery about myself in third person while standing in front of Scott. I may try to act like a true leader, but in the end boys with guitars make my knees weak and my tongue numb, so I can't think to say anything intelligent.

It was also the night I learned to butter Sheila up. She's a lovely woman when she wants to be, and I found that it's not very difficult to charm her when she's in a relatively alright mood. *laughing* Someday she'll find out I said that and vow never to speak to Moffatt fans again, but for now it's all good.

"Well, I know we can't take photos of the boys... but I really wanted a picture with one of the Moffatts... can I take a picture with you?"

2002-07-27T12:31:00.000-04:00

... and she's still on here, so I'm going to go upstairs and do henceforth posting from there. Lovely.

2002-07-27T11:57:00.000-04:00

And the noontime update: I can't fill in the rest of Misery's chapter until my mom's done on this computer, but I am going to go up and make some Kraft Dinner for my sister and I. I'll be back in thirty. *mwah*

2002-07-27T11:28:00.000-04:00

jentay: postcards and heart attacks

JenTay, or Misery as she is more affectionately referred to as today, really heavily dislikes having her photo taken, and if it is, she even moreso dislikes having it publicly displayed, and I do respect that, since she is very capable of injuring me irreparably. So instead, we have an artist's rendition of her:

What happened with Misery is as follows; I had known her online for quite some time, despite the fact that she actually lives just across town from me, and the night of the Hanson concert I was asked by her counterpart Mercedes [more on her later] to find her some type of unique Hanson memorabilia for her birthday.

I was in a hurry, you understand, so on the way out of the hotel room the night of the show I snatched up a Toronto postcard from the bedside table and made a boot downstairs to the car. When I was talking to the boys, I had them sign it for her as a birthday card.

I think she died twice that night, when I gave it to her. *laughing* I know I reduced her to racking sobs, anyhow... and she almost hyperventilated. *heh* Oops. Either way, she joined us that night rather unknowingly as our Moffatt connection. It was only later on when I truly got into the Moffatts that she got to shine, but Misery's always been a close firned of mine so it wasn't a hardship to take her in. Kody luffs Misery. *laughing*

I'll be back in thirty to finish up Misery's chapter. 'Til then... enjoy the pretty picture. Her hair was actually that colour not too long ago. :)

2002-07-27T11:18:00.000-04:00

... because it's all about blogging with hair that looks like it stepped off the set of Charlie's Angels, even though no one but Roar and Misery are going to see me. *laughing* Yay for blowdryers and roundbrushes!

2002-07-27T11:03:00.000-04:00

I'm going to blowdry and get some food. If I'm a little later than half an hour, I am SO SORRY. Don't send out the imaginary Blogger Gestapo after me! *running away*

2002-07-27T10:57:00.000-04:00

The cast of Grease made Tahnie a cake that said she was an honorary pink lady that day; is that not the sweetest thing? The girl here with her played Rizzo; the second she came on stage we both sat up and went, "IT'S SEVEN!"... so we forever named her Seven. Even though her name is Katie. I wish we'd kept her email address.

There's also a photo of me where the LOVELY man who played Danny Zucko has whisked me off my feet, but I no longer have that scanned. So this shall do instead. Thus closes our opening chapter of the Bandaid history... with a quote:

"I am a great actor! I play Danny Zucko! I... just dropped cake on my shoe."

2002-07-27T10:31:00.000-04:00

As it goes, I met Tahnie about five years ago. *counting out the years on her toes to verify her age* We were both younger then emotionally than we are now by at least forty years, *laughing lightly* since at that point we didn't have access to books by Francesca Lia Block or Alice Hoffman, and I can't even count the number of times we fought over stupid things, but that's just what teenage girls do.

From my standpoint, you'd understand. However, since you're all out there, I'll have to explain this. It was about four, maybe three and a half years ago that Tahnie first mentioned the Make-a-Wish foundation, and asked for my opinion as to what she should ask for, and at the time she wanted to hang out in the studio with Hanson. [I was jealous like a bastard, you understand. I'm younger than her; it comes naturally.] It took us until 2000 to finally decide what she was going to do, and by then I'd tried everything to either convince her to do it on her own, or that we HAD to do it, because we'd promised each other we would. I'm a very big hypocrite at times, I understand, you don't need to tell me.

... Make-a-Wish interviews take a long time, I'm going to say this now. As it went, however, Tahnie did do a very good job of convincing the people interviewing her that this was the only way it could be done, and that I just had to come along to meet the boys with her. It didn't take a lot of work - she and I have a very odd, close relationship that requires us to do things like walking on roofs of private clubs and taping AOL conversations to our ceilings - and in a whirlwind of events that I can't even be bothered to dissect and explain, it was set for August 10th in Phoenix that we'd get to go see the guys in concert.

Of course, this was when my father decided to get into a motorcycle accident that put him out of commission for the entire summer and eliminate him as my guardian, and we moved the date to something MUCH more convenient; Toronto on September 29. Not only did I get to miss school for all of this, but it was in my favourite city, and so close to home for me.

Barring a hideously long story about hotel rooms on the seventeenth floor [seven is SUCH a lucky number for us] and girls from Syracuse with glitter in their hair that I promised to take presents from to Hanson themselves because they wouldn't get to see the guys, I will say but this one last thing before closing up the very beginning of the bandaid history: this whole thing started with the two of us in a white stretch limousine, with black and pink feather boas and rubber ducks we stole from our hotel bathrooms.

I still have that duck, you know. I tied a white ribbon around his neck and named him Ulysses Amphibian, for reasons that can only be deemed as odd - mostly because of our great Odyssey of this trip to Toronto and the fact that when Taylor Hanson squats in a green shirt he looks EXACTLY like a frog - and I keep him on a shelf above my bed where I can see him every morning. Taylor Hanson may well be married now and I may never get another limousine trip to one of their shows, but what I do know is that the silly little rubber duck with the hotel's name stamped on its rear started everything.

... so it was. we didn't decide to model ourselves after bandaids until the night after the show when we [tahnie's mom, tahnie and i] went to the theatre down the street to see Almost Famous, when we still had that incredible roaring sound in our ears from the crowd screaming and being too close to the amplifiers, and when we were still glowing like fireflies over the song dedication Taylor had given us, but I think it wasn't really something we chose at all. I think it chose us.

next hour: jentay and her now defunct counterpart mercedes

2002-07-27T10:06:00.000-04:00

quote of the moment: "I'd like to die several times. Or even just die in the middle of my life so I don't have to do it at the end."

from our lovely honorary bandaid, lady une.

don't ask me how that got started.

2002-07-27T10:04:00.000-04:00

... and so begineth our legacy...

It was several thousand years ago in a galaxy far far away that I did not have the name Dakota Hurricane; back when boybands were plentiful and Britney Spears' breasts were small and real, that I met Tahnie online.

... and we hated each other. *laughing*

We just abhorred each other. Fought constantly over fanfic and what have you, until eventually we began to get along. Now, for safety's sake, since Tahnie is going to be visiting me in a few weeks' time, I won't get too heavily into the details of grapefruits and little red wagons, but a promise was made that someday we'd meet Hanson together, since best friends make weird promises like that to each other all the time. The promise was made, and the Hurricane here never breaks a promise. It just took a LONG-assed time... and a lot of grapefruits and threats of bubblegum in the hair...

... and in half an hour or so, maybe an hour, I'll finish this notion with how we ended up starting this whole mess of lives. *laughing* Someday we'll be famous for all of this and we'll all laugh, as opposed to just me. Check back in half an hour.

2002-07-27T09:31:00.000-04:00

I think my only major issue right now is figuring out just how I'm going to blowdry and straighten my hair in less than half an hour. *laughing* I also decided that once an hour, on the hour hopefully, I'm going to tell a little story about the girls doing this - the bandaids, that is - since three of us will be in close quarters for the next day or so.

coming up next hour: penny lane and dakota hurricane's first adventure

2002-07-27T09:11:00.000-04:00

*counting on her fingers* I started this thing an hour too early, didn't I? *snort* I probably did. That's the last time I listen to anyone tell me how many hours Central Canada is off by... I know I'm on Eastern time, but still... I think it's five am back on Pacific Standard right now. Oh, well. Twenty-five hours, then. *shrug*

2002-07-27T09:05:00.000-04:00

... and as an addage to that, no one should ever drink coconut-flavoured coffee. My goodness, this stuff tastes like shampoo.

2002-07-27T09:03:00.000-04:00

This is a hideous hour of the morning to be awake at, especially on a Saturday in July.

But here I am, and my deepest apologies go out to everyone on the west coast that had to get up at six am their time. At least I got to sleep until eight-thirty. *drool* Eight-thirtyyyyy.

I will warn you all now, the next twenty-four hours will be very, very, very interesting over here.

2002-07-23T17:37:00.000-04:00

FYI; if you need to contact either of us for any reason whatsoever, email us at windandrain@laundromatic.net

i should probably go pack now, seeing how my plane leaves in 19 hours. oy.

2001-07-29T15:07:00.000-04:00

well, this is my LAST post. i'm overwhelmed & thrilled that i got to be a part of this. HUGE thanks to Cat for putting this all together and the tremendous amount of work she did. THANK YOU to those who sponsored me, & to those who helped me stay awake.

i am off to sleep...for who knows how long. ;)

2001-07-29T15:03:00.000-04:00

"It is when we forget ourselves that we do things that are most likely to be remembered."

2001-07-29T14:51:00.000-04:00

"The only thing you have to do is breathe; everything else is just optional."

2001-07-29T14:43:00.000-04:00

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." - John Lennon

2001-07-29T14:37:00.000-04:00

"Live by what you trust, not by what you fear."

2001-07-29T14:33:00.000-04:00

"You gotta dance like no one's watching and love like it's never going to hurt." - Anonymous

2001-07-29T14:19:00.000-04:00

you can still SPONSOR ME right up until the blogathon is over. :)

2001-07-29T14:08:00.000-04:00

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."

2001-07-29T13:35:00.000-04:00

"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you have now was once among the things you only hoped for." - The Vatican Sayings, Epicurus

2001-07-29T13:06:00.000-04:00

"Dreams never needed you to remind them that they existed--it was always the other way around."

2001-07-29T12:37:00.000-04:00

"I swear to tired I'm not god"

- Clay i think that says a lot. *laughs* this chat on AOL is the best. ^_^

2001-07-29T12:07:00.000-04:00

okay, the nap was a very bad idea...it made me even more tired.

2001-07-29T11:27:00.000-04:00

i'm going to post more photos of everyone...right now i think i might try for like a 20 minute cat nap. ;)

2001-07-29T10:58:00.000-04:00

that's a photo of little Laura, and her mom, Frankie. Laura has Cystinosis & is one of the most beautiful little girls i know. it's very eerie how much she is like me when i was that age.

2001-07-29T10:29:00.000-04:00

"Does anybody remember laughter?"

- Sappire [Almost Famous]

2001-07-29T10:03:00.000-04:00

you know...i love Billy Joel's music and all, but he just scares me...with his bug eyes and all...

my mom is sitting in the other room & whenever she wants me to go in there, she snaps her fingers like i'm a dog. i don't get it.

2001-07-29T09:34:00.000-04:00

hmmm. it's sunny outside & i'm actually feeling pretty good...not too tired. wahoo!