Take a Giant Step

Hello Bloggers, let me just start out with saying:
LOL!!!!!!!!!!
Having said that, let's move on. =) I've been reading about this girl who's like really hard to find or whatever, and is planning on killing David Caruso. lmao. Oh my god, I can't stop cracking up, I mean, he wouldn't be in this stupid mess if he had just sent her an autograph like she asked over 100 times. hahahahah ah well. It's like the Stones said "You Can't Always Get You Want" I mean, sure, sometimes it happens, but, whatever, if Caruso feels like being an ass, then so be it. I just think it's silly she's being so personal about this, I can't help but wonder in the letters what she said, did she focus merely on CSI Miami, or did she mention other things, or did she just straight up say "Give me an autograph" or something? I mean, when I send Davy Jones a letter, I told him I didn't expect him to reply, because I knew he got tons of mail. I mentioned I too loved horses, and I think i might have mentioned the Monkees, but I don't remember, it was two years ago. And, there he went, and send me an autographed picture. Wonder what would happen if I sent Caruso a letter like that? I mean, not about horses duh, but, I don't know, find something irrelevant to CSI Miami, and mention that. I mean, I read this thing about Stalkers earlier this year, and they usually think that the person they're stalking will dump whomever they're seeing when they meet them, and start dating the stalker or something. They long for a sexual relationship with that person, and when they find out that the person isn't going to return their feelings, they freak out. I guess she figured it out after 100 denials to an autograph. I mean, look at Madonna's stalker. Remember him? He thought he was her husband, Or, look at Robert Bardo, he killed that girl when she answered her door to talk to him. Well, according to him, they talked, and then he left,and then he remembered he had forgotten to give her something, so he went back, and when she answered the door, he shot her. I think my aunt knew her...

But, yeah. I don't think I would send David Caruso a letter like that just to see if he would answer it. I'm not that messed up. Well, OK I am, but I won't.

I'm still failing high school, and I have two weeks to catch up. I'm gonna go do that now, just thought I would post this on my break. Hope it sheds some light onto what I think of the situation, and if you didn't care what I thought of the situation, you wouldn't have clicked on the link would you? lol!!!

Bye Guys!

This is sucking like so bad. Every Sunday night I listen to the Rodney on the Roq show on KROQ. I don't listen to KROQ for any other reason. . . Unless I get bored when I'm in the car, and I have nothing better to do. Well, so, anyways, I got home early from wrecking havoc (Or Parading as I like to call it, thanks to A Hard Day's Night.) Which is basically me and my friend Patchez riding around town on razor scooters. Well, so I get home, and log onto KROQ's homepage, and wait 'till midnight (finishing up some schoolwork for this week) and when I clicked on play, it was not Rodney on the Roq, the music was way wrong, and some DJ goes on, introduces the next song, and clicks off, and I'm just sitting here going "WTF? What day is it? What?" And me and Patchez realized it's some best of KROQ countdown thing. And I've got a band profile on Myspazz, so it won't let me send a request to the Rodney on the Roq profile, or, I would know this. So, yeah. No Rodney on the Roq because KROQ decided to be lame, and push back the only time Rodney has anymore, and do their stupid countdown. Yeah, I'm tired, and cynical. So sue me. We're gonna go watch Lost Boys, and make fun of Keefer Sutherland for having a mullet. But, eh, he's the only man in the world who still looks sexy with a mullet. Holy jeebus, what did I just write? lol. Good night!!

Oh Jeeze is right, my goodness bloggers, I feel bad. I haven't updated in awhile huh? Well, I went to a party last night at my god-parent's house, well, in actuality it was across the street. My mom pulled me aside, and pointed to this woman I didn't know, and said "See that girl over there, the one with the long hair?" and I had noticed her a bunch of times, but I hadn't spoken to her, and I nodded, and my mom goes "She's the woman your dad cheated on me with." (This was before I was born) I nearly felt my jaw drop, as I turned, and looked at her in shock. "What?" I asked, and she merely nodded, before smiling her evil smile, and saying "You should go up to her and say 'Hi I'm Brian Cooke's Daughter'" we laughed, and then later in the night I found myself in the situation where it was acceptable to tell her who I was. It was a friend's birthday party, you see, so, she was saying:
"I've known him (the birthday boy) for years." and I replied with
"Oh, yeah, he was friends with my dad." I'm so bad sometimes. After she asked who my dad was I casually looked over at her. She's not very pretty. In fact, she looked kind of burnt out, but, I sort of smirked, and said "Brian Cooke."
and she was just like "Oh, I've known him since I was 14, I remember him, we went to high school together." and I couldn't help but think 'Yeah, I know you know him lady'.
She then was talking about something, and I said "Yeah, my mom is around her somewhere," she asked who, so I replied with "Oh, Rachel."
Bloggers, if you could have seen her face, she knew exactly who my mum was, and oh man, it felt good. I don't mean to be a jerk, but in my own little way, I am.
She responded to who my mom was once she pulled together in those two seconds, and then smiled, and went "Oh, so that's why I knew her! I was just like 'Did we go to high school together?' when we met."
I merely smiled, and laughed, and then she pulled her boyfriend over, who was an equally burnt out guy that could have been friends with my dad, knowing some of the people he used to hang out with.
"Travis, this is Ariel, this is Brian Cooke's Daughter!" she said, as he shook my hand, and suddenly something changed in his face, and he looked excited. (Oh shit?)
"Oh my god!" he went, as he shook my hand. "It is an honor" (Or something equally as weird) "I've known your dad since high school, I haven't seen him since I was 17, my god it is so weird, I was just thinking about him the other day, you know, just randomly thinking about him, I was thinking 'I wonder how Brian Cooke is doing. I wonder what Brian Cooke is up to' and now, a few days later, here you are, his daughter, isn't that weird, because I was just thinking about him...' He said a lot of things twice, and spoke like he was stoned, but, I knew he was just burnt out.
It's weird seeing a blast from my dad's past. Travis even told me, as I was leaving, to tell my dad, and I quote (you'll love this Bloggers) "Tell your dad you partied with Travis .... Tell your dad you partied with Travis ...." (I won't put up his last name) But, don't you love it, I mean, who the hell tells their ex-friend's 16-year old daughter! My god, some people, but, whatever, burnt out ex dead-heads are weird. I mean, I know plenty of burn-outs (I guess) but still, it's weird.
She mentioned she hadn't seen my dad since the accident, my dad was in this really bad accident about two years, maybe a year before I was born, and he was really messed up afterwards, and sometimes his knee still bothers him (I wonder if you can inherit a bad knee if the parson got it in a car accident?), but my mom, on the way home goes "She said she hadn't seen him since the accident? That sounds about right, I remember her, I was at the hospital, and she brought him all these cards she had made herself, and I realized who she was, and yelled at him, and I never saw her again."

How's about that for a blast from the past, eh bloggers?

Every year we have a stupid, annual fair, and every year, they have stuff like, carnival rides, and carnival games, and crappy carnival food (But, it's soooo bloody addicting) and I go every year. I used to go with my friends, and when I got there, I found myself surrounded by people I knew in middle school, and people I hate. I spent the entire night with these people, and people wonder why I go to school online.... I don't know, they had an alright cover band, but they did a really shitty version of I'm a Believer, and not to mention, the damn Christian (and not the Magic kind lol, Magic Christan!) group glaring me down because I left them in the middle of eighth grade, and became a Buddhist. Ah well. I best not focus on it too much, eh? lol. =D I got my picture of Davy Jones of the Monkees today. He really did sign it. It looks awesome, 'Jones' is a little smudged, but, it just proves it's not a photo-copy of the signature, right? Right. Dr.Who is on in 9 minutes. Thank goodness. I love that show, David Tennant is so cute! I love him as the Doctor. He's just so bloody perfect. Well, until tomorrow.
Cheers!
A-Real

P.S. I'm not a Mod, or a Rocker, I'm a Mocker. Right, ta then! Dr.Who is on!!!!

Well Bloggers, it's been three days, and already I have something to spice up my blog. I'm Failing high school! yaaay! oh, no, wait, that's bad. Jesus Christ, I never imagined being a sophomore could be so hard, I mean, if I was in regular high school, I would have killed myself ages ago, I nearly wanted to in middle school. Everything was going so well, and now, now this happens. You know that saying "When god closes a door, he opens a window"? Well, "god" whatever it may be, has closed both window, and door, and turned on the gases in my gas chamber of a life. The thought of public high school, it makes me want to throw up. I couldn't do something like that to myself, I get sick even now, just thinking about it. I'm going to try to change their minds, by trying to turn my grades around, but it most likely won't work. I'm sorry I'm not the best student, I'm sorry school give me nothing back, nothing personal. they give you grades, I think school is a dictatorship. I refuse to be a part of it, but here I am world, stuck in this Nazi camp of a system. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to drop out. I know if I did that, I couldn't get a "Real" job, but, then, what is reality but a sense of mind? I don't know. I bet I could be an activist, but, I'm just so tired of being a disgrace to my family. I can't do this to them. what would it be like if I disappeared readers? LA has a lot to offer a girl. Not enough, sometimes, but a lot. If I had a drivers license, I highly doubt I would still be in this damn town. Well, I'm going to go try and convince my principal I need to stay in this system. I can't handle any other system! I just can't!

On other note, when I was fourteen I sent Davy Jones of the Monkees a letter in Bevertown PA. I never go a response, but I mentioned in the letter I didn't expect one. When my mom called me, she mentioned I got something in the mail, from davyjones.net. I laughed, and she opened it, and said it was an autographed picture! I'm stunned, how awesome! Now I've got Davy's autograph, and Micky's! I just need Peter's and Mike's (though getting Mike's could be a bit harder). lol. Then I need to try to get them on my radio show. lol. That would be SO COOL!!!!!!! hahahahaha, well, I'm gonna go bloggers. I hope everything is going better in your lives.

Hello again Bloggers.

Well, I guess I'm kind of getting the hang of this. Hmm, I had work today. I work at a music store you know. I bet you're thinking "Oh, she works at a music store, she's all punk, and has a billion tattoos." Well, you're wrong. I don't. I'm just a kid, so, yeah. Besides that, I wouldn't do that. I used to want to, but now, that's just too creepy. I have the song 'Great DJ' by The Ting Tings playing right now. I found some loopholes on my bitch of a school computer. My friend told me about this system that shuts down net-nanny, and I'm really considering getting it, but, I'm out of school in like a month, so, what's the point? So long as I find loop-holes. =) I really want to go to Hollywood right now, I love it so much. I went there on Friday, and fell in love with it pretty much. I saw Rodney Bingenheimer there. He was really nice, and we talked for a little while, before I had to go. It was awesome. I loved being there. =D Rodney was so cool, the first time I talked to him, was when the Buck Brothers played on my radio show in March (I believe) It was so cool, I can't wait for them to come back to the US. The Ting Tings are playing in July at the Troubadour. Kate Nash is playing tomorrow night, but I can't go. No ride, and no cash. lol. apparently Dramarama is playing in LA this weekend, though I can't find any evidence to support that, though the guy who said it is doing the sound, and I really want to go see them. The Ting Tings'll be a good show though, I had better get tickets now. They're only fifteen bucks. I'm totally gonna buy them early. Wonder where the Buck Brothers'll play. I'll go see them too, because I love their music. Well, I'm gonna go make dinner, and watch a movie or two. idk, I've got insomnia. Maybe I'll go on a walk, and watch them set up the carnival stuff.

Good night Mates!

Cheers, and all that.
A-Real

Well bloggers, what can I say? This is the first time I've done a public blog like so, and I really hope I don't make a fool of myself (Though I probably will). I don't really know what to say here. I'm a normal sort of person I guess. I don't take pride in being very pretty, or very thin, though people have mentioned lately that I've begun to loose a lot of weight, pretty quickly. I don't understand that. All I do, is sit at home. I have an old dog who can barely get around. It's sad really, she's always tripping everywhere, and we have to give her shots. It freaks me out seeing needles at the Doctor's office, so, having one in my house is bad enough. Ugh, the thought of it makes me shutter. i had lead poisoning as a kid, and they would have to pin me down to take my blood. No wonder I still can't look at needles. People might wonder about the name to my blog, so, I'll tell you now why I named it so. I'm a Monkees fan, plain and simple. I love the Monkees. They're so fun! I love the TV show, and I love their music. The records are so fun groovy, and great to have around. I saw Micky recently, that was a blast. Take a Giant Step is one of the best songs, written by Carole King, and Gerry Goffin, and I figured, well, the lyrics "Come with me, leave yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind" did it for me, so why not? I can't believe the editor of Rolling stone, but, that's for another blog, eh bloggers? =) I suggest you go out, rent to movie Head, and get ready for a trip, because that's what it is, a head trip, written by Jack Nicholson in Ojai California, while on acid, that movie is totally Boss.