Muse In Concert

Bonjour mes amis,

Last night I went to the Muse concert and it was absolutely AMAZING. Definitely one of the best nights of my life thus far! The lighting was incredible and it even got a good review in the paper. It's a shame it wasn't sold out, it ought to have been. The set list was fantastic, including a lot of songs every Muse fan knew and several that weren't quite as well known to add some variety in the mix. They went all out on their performance, it was spectacular. They each stood on one of these giant pillars to begin with and after a few songs they lowered so there was stuff on the floor of the stage and all sorts of craziness. In one song, the piano light up as he played. They did a cool instrumental version of the Star Spangled Banner and a cover of Feelin' Good.. at one point, one of the singers was using a megaphone. Epic.

But back to the pillars-- There was almost constant special lighting on them. It was a mix of artistic images and animations, lyrics, and live video feeds of closeups of the members of the band. There were SO many lights and lasers, it was amazing. Oh, did I mention I had a floor ticket? Yeah, the "No Moshing" on the wrist bands didn't do much.. For all of the upbeat songs, there was constant moshing. In fact, I have the crazy desire to start pumping my fist in the air and jumping up and down when I listen to some of their songs now.

For those of you who aren't familiar with Muse, it's a band from the U.K. that's sort of like alternative rock. They have a really cool sound to them though. Their newest album, The Resistance, was released November last year, so it's not quite one year old yet. The band itself, I believe, is 16. They had Supermassive Black Hole used in Twilight and Knights of Cydonia in Guitar Hero, so chances are you've heard them and just not recognized them. Here are those two songs, plus my personal favorite, Resistance.

Supermassive Black Hole

Knights of Cydonia

Resistance

Enjoy!

À demain,

Mlle Delphin

Montréal, Je t'adore

Bonjour mes amis,

As each day passes, I get that much closer to being able to move to Montréal and hopefully attend McGill University. The closer I get to being in Montréal, the more anxious I get and the more I desire to go! I've been keeping an eye out for things about it for a while now, including regularly checking The Montréal Buzz, reading Montreal 24, listening to la Radio-Canada, and *gasp* paying attention in U.S. History whenever Québec is mentioned. It always catches my attention when people mention Montréal or Québec, and it's probably the lone reason I ever go watch the news.

Finally, today when I was driving home, it hit me. I have these wonderful flowery dreams about the things I want to do with my life... but generally, they don't come true. But today? Today it hit me; I realized I am going to Montréal. I am. Me, Delphine Chevalier, the secret rebel who's always been afraid to do what she wants, is going to Montréal for college. I'm so excited. It's like when you get told something and you're in that initial "OH MY GOD THAT'S SO AMAZING!!" stage but you're still kind of experiencing the shock, and then the shock goes away so all that's left is "OH MY GOD THAT'S SO AMAZING!!"

Accompanying the realization that I'm going to be moving over a thousand miles away and into a different country, of course, came the realization that I'll be moving away from all of my friends and family. Another thing that I realized, though, is that not only do I know I can manage moving, as I've done it before, but this time it won't be as bad. Back when I moved to my mother's house for the first time, I felt alone in this world. I was hardly speaking with my father, my sister was out of the house, I didn't like my brother, my half brother was always out partying, and I didn't have that close relationship with my mother. Not to mention after dealing with some serious family issues for a few years, I had little to no self esteem and thus felt I had no friends (although that wasn't true). This time, I know that no matter how far I go, I have a mother, a father, a step-father, three protective older siblings, one little sibling that looks up to me, and loads of friends that love me. I also know that he will be there with me, and that alone is more than enough to get me through any difficulties my new life throws my way. No matter how hard things get, he always seems to make it better.

I'm not the type of person to shy away from my goals just because I know it will be hard. Usually it just makes me want to accomplish them more. When it comes to Montréal, this proves no different, because I know it will be worth it in the end and I'll learn so much from it.

But now I must return to reading two chapters of U.S. History, the lesson on the War of 1812 and writing about it, completing an entire English project on my own, and three or four math assignments. The scary part? I'm looking forward to it because I know it will lead to McGill, and thus, Montréal.

À demain,

Mlle Delphine

Muse

Bonjour mes amis!

Just so you've a fair warning, don't read my post if you're having guy troubles. As much as I want to ramble about him, I don't want anyone to feel bad because I know what that's like. Which is why I'm so excited now.

So yesterday, I was home sick. I'd been feeling nauseous for a good 24 hours with a sore throat and all of that, so I decided to take the day off of school. I had a bagel for breakfast around 8 or 9am, and then around 2pm a guy friend texted me making sure I'd eaten. While I said I'd had a bagel, I realized I should probably have lunch. So I went into the kitchen to make a sandwich. In our kitchen we have a window that faces out to the street and I noticed a FedEx truck drive by. (I know it's odd, but I always notice delivery trucks, because I know some day someone will send me something. Some day.) No biggie. But then it drove by again in the other direction. Then it stopped on the other side of the street. The man got out of the truck with something in his hand, ran up to our door, pushed the doorbell, and ran away. Must be something for my parents. Wonder what, it's not like they're expecting anything. So I go check the package.

It's addressed to me. Thoroughly confused, although happy to have received something in the mail, I open it. There's a seemingly empty envelope inside. I pull it out and open it, to discover something inside. I pull it out, and what do I see?

A TICKET TO SEE MUSE!!!

But wait. It has to be a mistake. I had been planning on going with some friends but I backed out because I couldn't afford to go. So I call my buddy Mark and ask, but he says they have all of their tickets, which were sitting in his room at that very moment. Now I'm completely lost.

And then I remembered my guy friend who'd checked on me to make sure I'd eaten. I had, after all, mentioned the situation to him. I text him, "Why am I holding a Muse ticket?" half expecting a reply that was just as confused as I was. His response?

"Because I want you to be able to stand out in a crowd and still feel that I'm beside you."

*Melt* You're such a sweetheart. I adore you.

I've never had ANYONE do something like that for me before. The most gifts I ever receive are the annual ripoff birthday-Christmas combination present (as my birthday falls on the 22nd of December), that is, if anyone remembers me at all. This didn't even have an occasion. And I know he's kind of tight on money, it's not like it was on a whim, "Hey, I'll buy her something because I can," it was definitely thought out. I was telling him how I'd have to brag to all of my friends about it today and he told me if they asked why, to tell them, "Because you're beautiful and I want to see you smile."

*Melt...again* I did indeed tell them that when they inquired. :)

Yeahhhhh. :)

À demain,

Mlle Delphine