Man that title...that's just perfect for now haha. As far as my own personal satisfaction, I got temporary satisfaction haha. I went to a dance Friday night with a group of girls. I had a tough week, school's been driving me up the walls. That and I was in a slump like Jeff Kent in the post season. Except, well a few nights ago Kent got out of his slump and I"m still stuck in the slump of being single. I know Holly, I don't need a man. But it sucked going to a dance and before even walking into the gym seeing girlfriends and boyfriends cuddling outside in the cold. GAG! The funny thing was just as I was complaining about it I walked past a hot guy and made eye contact. Of course I thought I was about to pull out of that slump, but for all of you who follow baseball the play went something like this, I'm up at bat, wearing all possible protection, shin guards, elbow guards, and a helmet. First pitch was a bit high, so I let it go, the second and third was high too, but just as I was starting to take off my shin guard he throws his fourth pitch right down the middle and STRIKE! I make eye contact with the pitcher and realize that he threw his own breaking ball right down the center. WHAT? How did that happen? That's not how baseball's played! What's up with the pitcher (who would be God in this game) and his pitches? That's not how that at bat was supposed to end? Ok for those of you non-baseball fans...it went something like this I walked past this very cute guy probably three times and the fourth time...who is it? The same guy who in seventh grade asked me to be his girlfriend. SHUT UP! "Oh shut up." "Omg...Kristen? Kristen!" How stupid do you feel when that happens to you? Yeah that stuff probably never happens to you I know. And in case you're wondering, I never did say yes to him, I was to scared my mom would get mad...it was seventh grade. But I did have a crush on him. He gave me a hug while I tried to shake off whatever thought I had that he was cute. Except, he got cuter. Right...what were the chances of my seventh grade crush being even cuter than I remember him as and on top of that being at the same place, the same night, and single all at once while still wearing the exact same colonge he wore the three years that we knew each other.
I think he knew that i felt like a moron, Ivy who was with me probably picked up the vibes, heck even his friend that was with him probably picked up the vibes. We talked probably two seconds until I felt wierded out by the situation and told him to save me a dance. He told me to save him the last dance. Well sadly, the DJ (who I have the number of...haha don't ask) just didn't play any slow songs. But during the dance we ran into each other and danced a couple of fast ones. Alicia told me for not seeing each other for a few years we seemed to be "close." haha...if I had a nickle for everytime i heard that...well i'd have a nickle. We danced and it was nice. for me it was cool because the last time I had danced with him was at our grad dance. Now here we were juniors dancing a lot differently than in 8th grade to Next's "Wifey." We were dancing to rap songs I didn't understand. He got taller too...a lot taller...apparently I stopped growing. (Hey Court...not only is he tall, he has big feet and long arms too...lmao) I was so nervous that I lost complete rhythm. Luckily those moments lasted a few seconds, he kinda smiled and I just said "left, right, left, right, left, right" in my head to get back on beat. He pulled me in super close and told me to meet him the next slow song in a corner for a dance.
You know how when you walk away from the guys, that you're knees feel shakey but you're body seems to float to the nearest seat so you can calm the fast pace of your heart down? Yeah, I had one of those moments. Unfortunately, the DJs had only fast songs and there was no slow song. i was pretty bummed in the end and started to head to shoe claim. Who did I run into at shoe claim? Yeah, in a crowded riot we stood there talking. I told him to call me and he didn't have any paper so he programed my number into his friend's cell so he could pick it up later. I said bye and walked off to my Ivy, Tine, and Alicia to calm myself down. It was about 10:30 and after the shortest dance in the world came world's longest shoe claim dispensing so we talked. Alicia's boyfriend, no joke, reminded me a lot of Todd. He was cool in his own way though. As we wer leaving I saw him again, gave him a hug and walked out with everyone. When I got home my mom said that at about 10:25 my cell rang. When I saw the missed call I called the number and it was the owner of the phone my number was programmed into. Apparently he got the number and he'll call me sometime this week. The point is that the three day waiting period disappeared....SCORE.
So if you're wondering how the play ended, I got pitched a fair ball down center and got a base hit, ran to first, and i realized the first baseman was hott. (Double meaning for those of you who know me well enough haha.....)
So I did get a little bit of joy out of going to a dance. Who would've ever thought that I'd run into my grade school crush at a dance. I got home and looked at my grad pics with him, big rush of nostalgia there And what did I do today? Got up at 9 in the morning. Was I tired? No.
In other ways of satisfaction. I was looking at a bunch of old pictures. Haha okay who remembers the Sac-town show? I won't post one because I'm not sure what the guys think of those. Cummon, you know what I'm talking about, the ones of you as a naked baby that you're mom seems to have handy when your date comes over. But they definetly have changed. Take a mental picture of Rye and Todd changing hair colors and Dom discovering the miracle of leather pants and Nick wearing a super groovy maroon tank top. They looked good but if they wore that now, well I don't know what would happen.
But they've changed so much. The coreography has changed from simple to doing one armed push ups. The clothing has gone from that to urban. The vocals, from rookie to professional. I"m so proud of them! Who would've ever thought 4 city guys and a small town Oregonian would make an EP, make a video worthy of TRL, and go on a school tour with 7th and 8th graders that want to make out with them?? If you had asked me 4 plus years ago where I thought White Rye, Wu-Todd or the Tarzan Twins would be I would tell you school, married or working. You would've had a 50% chance of me putting my money on super stardom if I had heard them sing.
When I talk to the guys they never seem tired. After interviews, studio work, flashes of light practically blinding him, and more autographs than they have hands for, they still are NEVER tired. I don'tknow about you but i'm a cranky pain in the butt when i'm tired. Now it can be one of two things, they never get tired or they're tired but are nice regardless. It's hard to tell now a days. I'd like to think that they'll rub off of me but I still throw a fit when I have to wake up to go to school.
I see the guys and think "Good freakin Lord...that's them?" There's a crowd of girls holding signs with their names in hearts and I'm torn between passing out of hormone overdrive and popping a ritalin to calm myself down. I get so excited when I see all that. When I see how they handle the crowd and how they have this amazing stage presence and man....i want to cry. It's the moments like that which bring me to the understanding that there's a point in every career where you have to cross over a line that separates you from "another group" to "THE group" which was intended to be. Not everyone gets that far. I challenge anyone to be as mentally, physically, and emotionally durable as they have over the past few years.
What gets me even more is that they will NEVER settle at "good." They'll always want to be better and they'll always want to be the best at what they do. It's like english class, one draft, even two drafts won't ever be perfect, all you can do is keep revising. And that's what they do, they will ALWAYS want another level to be added and ALWAYS want to make sure it's perfect. That's cool though, a lot of times people will work work work and then get frustrated and submit something that's good but not perfect. The guys' all goes into every ounce of work that they do. That's satisfaction for me.
Stay Safe & Stay You
Love Always,
Kristen
Townsendette_Kristen@yahoo.com
xoxoxo