chicago! july 31st.
got to the airport, discovered southwest is very odd.
hop on da plane, weird boy falls asleep next to me.
i land in chicago. call nichole, we landed 20 minutes early.
nichole tells me it’s gonna be 20 minutes longer.
get my bag and sit outside to wait for nichole.
begin to watch billy madison on my ipod.
2 hours later nichole arrives.
miss 3/4 bands i really wanted to see at warped.
get to tinley park, get in line for the summer set signing.
alex deleon! spider man pose time.
of course i had to show him how to pose like spidey.
excuse my waist, workin’ on it.
get back in line, see chelsea!
minor freak out between nichole and i.
excited excited excited.
nichole and chelsea.
myself and chelsea.
we talked about clothing that we’ve both worn and myself seducing joe.
it was a good conversation. but apparently i talk too much. (ahem nichole.)
the summer set signing was a total buzz kill after chelsea.
bdales and stephen think they are super cool suddenly?
yea no. but john and josh and jess are great, so yes.
found marissa and laura and shit somewhere in this?
watched you me @ six with them.
i have a crush on the front man ok.
walked around and bitched about warped with nichole.
found my seat for jonas, kind of. minor freak out.
pirates with john!
and then later, joshy and i did a homecoming pose.
and it was awkward. so i ended up in back.
and then nichole was a literal idiot and took forever taking a picture.
anal sex with josh!
take two! perfecto.
walked around for fucking days trying to find the glamour kills stage, to realize it was in the ampitheatre, and that the ampitheatre wasn’t only the AP stage.
watched taylor momsen think she was john lennon and strip.
that girl has an incredible voice.
but says stupid shit.
went and met her!
got in line to meet you me at six, fuck that.
lalalal walked around. decided to sit in the ampitheatre till TRS came on.
scary hard core bands. alesana sucked so bad. weird ass people all over.
5/6th row for the rocket summer.
pretty sure nichole and i were smiling the ENTIRE time.
bryce is so fucking great, he just glows.
warped guy comes out and is like yo derek can’t perform.
some guy yells fuck you.
nsn performs instead. nichole and i lol our way to the front.
annoying twerps behind us.
almost die, we leave.
get to our hotel and get room service.
august 1st! el ay!
fly to la. i sleep for a very long time, the plane felt like a tundra.
HOP OFF THE PLANE AT LAX. get weird looks.
go down to baggage claim and i go to the bathroom.
i see a woman with shoulder length frizzy hair in a long skirt.
drinking from the faucet of a sink, and i can smell a touch of b.o.
i think “if i come out of this stall and see that it’s gypsy i will cry.”
it wasn’t gypsy, but it sure as hell looked like her.
baggage, get our rental car with ease.
our hotel is literally next door.
go to target and a lovely family in front of us in line has 45 items in the 10 or less aisle and there is clearly a language barrier.
drive around and go to the grove- typical.
i buy a headband and sunglasses at f21, biggest purchase of the trip.
lalallala, check in at hotel. text hannah h. and go get lunch with her in toluca.
yum yum yum pattys. catch up on some shiiiit. do some creepin’.
nichole and i go back to the hotel and suck at life.
sleep till 9pm and go see charlie st.cloud at the grove.
a man comes up and asks if the 2 seats next to me are taken as him and another man sit there. there are plenty of open spots in the theatre. but they sit right next to me.
charlie st. cloud SUCKED, idc what anyone says. it was DUMB, excluding dave franco.
go back to our hotel. sleepieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
august 2nd! el ay!
we decide to go to venice beach.
the closer we get to the ocean, the darker and colder it gets.
booo! booo! booooooooo!
we get harassed by wannabe rappers. icebird, ya know.
one of them gives me his number.
they want to hang out with us, no thanks.
nichole gets asked 3456789 times if she wants some weed.
(oh nichole, it is legal in cali. i asked my dad.)
walk the beachie, look for palm readers and shyt.
walk back, none of the ones we saw previously we’re open.
find one woman.
she is drunk and has baked potato all over her face.
seems like a good idea.
i go first. she was very shocked to learn i had never been in a relationship.
also, i create drama around me and i have a creative soul.
on my next trip i will find a man? or maybe nichole will? whatever.
all i remember from nichole’s is that she is going to fall in love with a:
DARK HAIRED, DARK EYED or dark skinned man. (mb!)
and that she is creative in some way.
go to cheesecake factory. weird waiter.
apartment hunt at coffee bean. see hannah and meet tim.
tim is cute and we have crushes on him shhhhhhhhhhhh!
creeped for what seemed an eternity. don’t remember much else.
ihop. look across the street and see this!
stop creepin’ mb! eat at ihop, language barrier.
give in and buy wireless and eat peanut butter cups.
watch youtube videos for 4 hours.
august 3rd! el ay!
we went to hollywood and such.
then we went and ate at johnny rockets, yum yum yum.
don’t ask why i have so many pictures of nichole eating.
we just never take pictures, so that’s when i pulled out my camera.
but yea, we walked around, looked at stars and such…
found Muhammad Ali’s and decided to take photos.
and then these weirdo boys walk up to us and ask us to take their picture with the star.
um okay? “we don’t have a camera.”
cue us rolling our eyes. creaaaaative. take their picture.
they continue to hit on us.
they think we’re from el ay, muahahahahah.
run away. go to beverly hills and end up on muholland.
scared to fucking death, but face our fears.
it was super beautiful! i’m glad we went up there.
we drove around looking at houses and got kind of lost.
people gave us weird looks. losers.
for night time fun, we decided to go the santa monica pier.
nichole met batman. he didn’t like me. ass.
he loved nichole tho.
we walked around the pier or whateva and decided to go on the ferris wheel, the longest ferris wheel ride of our lives.
some creepy bro in a leather jacket stalked us.
ate a shitty funnel cake.
then we left.
ate at bobs. i didn’t like it.
then we took touristy photos.
august 4th! el ay!
we decided to go shopping so we went to santa monica.
3rd street promenade, you know.
saw some guy dragging a cross around.
went shopping. 3 floor f21!!!!
it was cold, omg. then we decided to go to griffith park.
um, why are people obsessed with exercize in la.
god forbid i ever have to walk like 3 feet up to the observatory again.
then we went shopping at some mall, galleria i think.
i didn’t find jack shit.
that was fun. we bought socks to go bowling.
met up with hannah to go to pinz.
turns out i was the only one who was going to bowl.
sarah m wasnt even there! disappointing!
we go to eat at the jerry’s place attached.
weirdest place ever.
we go to twain’s diner instead. (it’s over priced.)
and then we found a bullet hole in the glass by our booth.
and then we wrote HS a mean note.
that they do need to hear from someone, but not from us.
august 5th! el ay!
we had to wake up early! omg.
my moms friend got us passes into sony.
we waited for her at starbucks and saw micheal welch.
like, this bro. it was def him.
but we sucked and didn’t get a photo with him.
he drives a prius though, with tons of obama stickers on it.
my mommy’s friend got there. fun stuff.
so she showed us around, her husband works for sony.
it was a gt. happy madison studios are quite cool.
so is matthew perry’s car.
oh and we saw some guy from jeopardy? ask nichole.
later that day we went back to venice beach and shopped.
lalalallalala we are boring.
that night we went to the midnight showing of FLIPPED.
ate dinner at cheesecake factory.
go. see. it. NOW. it is the greatest movie ever.
we sobbed the entire movie.
august 6th! el ay!
last day in el ay :(
we went and ate lunch at patty’s. said goodbye.
these 2 girls def thought we were famous. that was cool.
and searched for a yougurt tree/land/ pinkberry.
in this searching we found MILLIONS OF MILKSHAKES!
we don’t get the hype.
then sadly we returned our car, went to the airport and flew to chi.
bad experiences when we landed.
august 7th! chicago!
we get ready to find the jonas boys.
go out to nichole’s car and the battery is dead.
call triple a.
the guy comes and he is weird.
whatever, we get on the road and eventually to their hotel.
we waited and waited and waited.
people were REALLY annoying.
i practiced taking photos. too bad we didn’t get to take photos with them.
got them all my demos.
talked to mike mehan.
talked the boys, well. duh.
me- kevin, i sang with you last year here’s my demo blah blah blah.
kevin- blah blah *turns to security* i want to listen to his. put this on top.
i hugged joe. i’m lame. squee. nick is perfect.
ate dunch/linner with alaina, kelly, laura.
went to tinley.
got ready in the car.
i looked like shit, whats new.
found the girls!
kelly and i took pictures with joe’s crotch.
found my seats!
talked to gypsy!
i was front row infront of the catwalk.
you can either go to my facebook!
or http://www.flickr.com/photos/ceceliafindorff/ to view all my concert photos!
the concert was incredible. i cried ok?
then after the show nichole and i went to milwaukee.
and couldn’t find an open fastfood establishment to save our lives.
finally get to our hotel.
august 8th! milwaukee!
wake up at like noon? hahah.
shower, throw on clothes.
walk around the wi state fair with alaina and laura.
drank some lemonade.
i didn’t get the hs crew shirt memo the show was awkward.
yea, um. creepin’.
ate the best perkins ever.