Elizabeth and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad morning

This morning I woke up to NIИ’s “Not So Pretty,” and rolled out of bed, cursing 7:20 am and wishing I could just ignore work for a day. HA.

I stumbled from the bathroom to the kitchen debating boycotting breakfast (we really need to invent a new breakfast food; I’m tired of them all). I pulled the milk out of the fridge and a shock ran through my arm. I grit my teeth and bit down on my lip, and then the pain was gone. “Okay,” I said. “I’m gonna feel that later.”

I choked down a bowl of cereal (man, do I hate cereal now) and forced myself to go pick out some clothes. As I was pulling different things out and running outfits through my head, I slammed my ankle on the bottom of the bed. That one made me sit down. Trying to avoid unleashing a string of expletives and a pile of clothing into the wall, I swallowed hard and made myself stand back up. (My ankle finally stopped hurting about three hours later. Yeah.)

I picked out a white teeshirt, grabbed my white bra, and went into the bathroom. Before I even got the bra on — luckily — I noticed a long underwire dagger poking out of the bra.

“Well, fuck,” I said. “Guess I’m not wearing white.”

I’m down to one bra now, and I hate mornings more than ever.

We love you anyhow,
but you’re not so pretty now

NIN Lights in the Sky

The NIN show last night was amazing. I know I say that about every concert I go to, but this one truly tops them all. There’s no way to even describe how incredible it is to see NIN live. I don’t think I could ever explain, in words, what it’s like. You would have to see them for yourself. We got lucky, too; apparently tonight’s show in Worcester, MA is canceled because Trent is having throat problems.

The opening act was an obviously college band called Deerhunter. They weren’t bad, but they weren’t good either. The lead singer had a strong voice with some range, but you couldn’t really hear him over the noise of the guitars. They pretty much sounded like a garage band, minus the energy. They didn’t have much of it. After every song, the lead singer said “thank you very much”. I did feel bad for them when he announced their last song and said NIN was up next, because the whole crowd went nuts. After every other song a few people clapped and cheered, but not as many as when he said “this is our last song”.

When NIN came on, though, you could feel the energy building. On tour with Trent Reznor were Alessandro Cortini, Josh Freese, Justin Meldal and Robin Finck. I’ve never seen NIN live before but I thought the band he put together for this tour was pretty kickass. Mike said they are the best, so I’ll back him up. (:

I took some photos and video before a security guy came over and made me stop. You can see official photos on NIN Flickr page. (Some of my favorite parts of the show were the desert, the red backlights, the red and white buttons (which one of the band members came over and pressed) and the ghosts. I really loved the rain part of it, but I can’t find any photos on their stream and couldn’t take my own. The screens were set up to make it look like it was pouring on the stage, and one screen was like the glass of a window. Then someone wiped away the “steam” on the window and you could see the band through a little looking-glass. It was fucking awesome.

I do have one regret about the night: Close to the end of the show, Trent told everyone they would be hanging out at Denny’s down the street if anyone wanted to come hang out. Since Mohegan Sun is huge and a time-warp, we had no idea where Denny’s is. It so would have rocked to hang out and eat breakfast with someone I admire so much.

That hand at the end was the security guard. He totally ruined “Closer,” dammit.

NIN Lights in the Sky

NIN Lights in the Sky

NIN Lights in the Sky

You can view the rest of the photos I took here, in the NIN Lights in the Sky album I made.

And just in case you wanted to hear the rest of “Closer”:

You kissed me into ruins

I don’t know what it is lately, but I’m inspired by everything. I got another idea for some writing today. I’m going to write a series of ten short stories, maybe more if my muse sticks around. I was reading today’s stories on Rep-Am.com and one of them caught my eye. It was about the homeless in my city (literally right down the street from where I work, at that), and how they are living in tents. The area is dubbed Tent City, and there are hundreds of people living there. It’s kind of sad, yes, but I also think it’s kind of interesting that there is a whole ‘sub-culture’ kind of ‘city’ in my own. These people live there year-round. Apparently HUD is involved but not enough. I really hope something happens, to help these people.

Meanwhile my imagination is piqued, and all I can think about are the different kinds of people who live there.

One of those people–at least, I think so–came into my office earlier, ironically enough. He was kind of babbling and ranting, but what I did get out of it was that he was 60+ years old, “they” had kicked him out, the FBI was involved with helping him, so-and-so on Fox News Channel apologized for something, HUD was involved, and the rest didn’t make much sense. I’m assuming he was talking about Tent City or maybe an abandoned warehouse, and this Fox guy probably exposed the story and got him kicked out of where he was staying. It wasn’t really clear. But it’s kind of ironic, how I read the story on Tent City and then a homeless man (he was carrying a beat-up green duffel bag and looked kind of grungy, so I’m only assuming) comes into my office demanding that my boss and I call the Fox reporter and complain enough so he will “do something” instead of writing an apology letter.

If you’re lost, don’t feel bad. So was my boss and I.

Anyway, tonight is the NIN concert! We’re leaving around 4 because the drive will take about an hour and a half. I’m going to bring my camera and take mass amounts of pictures. Of course, because I’m bringing my camera, Murphy’s Law says I won’t run into any of the musicians. Still, maybe I can snag some pics of Mike and me. I’m just hoping all goes well tonight. He’s been in a bad mood lately, and things seem kind of strained–at least to me, anyway. He doesn’t seem to think so, so I guess that’s a good thing.

Between now and the time I meet him at his house, I have to: finish my shift, catch up on blogs, catch up on email, maybe do some laundry, catch up on Letters of Love and find something to eat for dinner. If you never hear from me again, it’s because I ran away with Trent Reznor.

World Coming Down loud

There really is nothing better than driving around with Type O Negative blasting. I think they generate the most what the hell? stares of all the music I listen to. MSI probably comes in second. Type O’s World Coming Down album is definitely up there on my list of all-time favorite albums. Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory is on that list, too. (:

I parked and got out of the car, trying not to laugh as some thirty-something guy and twenty-something woman walked by staring. As I was walking down the street to work, two “gangsta” guys walked by me. One of them said, “hey, cutie”. Now, there has to be a better line than “hey, cutie”. Good morning, in my opinion, works a lot better.

Peter Steele, Ryan Shuck and Trent Reznor are my rockstar crushes. I don’t think you can get much more rockstar than these three. Ryan Shuck takes the cake though, I think. He definitely worked that stage last Wednesday. I haven’t seen Type O or NIN live yet, so I may change my mind when I see NIN August 7th.

Who do you think is the sexiest rockstar?