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It could work

on September 30, 2007 - 6:31pm

At first glance, it doesn't sound like I made any progress on my dream project. It just seems like I had my usual insane dreams. But looking over the past two nights, something might have changed. The other night I dreamed I was at a candy tasting in Australia; last night I dreamed I was at Hallmark. I may not be getting to see Josh himself in my dreams...but maybe I'm getting to have him there through these symbols.
It's been a good weekend. I spent yesterday at a festival in Manhattan, and today relaxing, just reading the Times and cooking dinner. I love it...the corn chowder I made tonight turned out great, but I burned the microwave popcorn I made yesterday.
And I am SO EXCITED for Noel's release next week. It's not even my holiday, and yet I'm trying to figure out how to get to Target and get this Christmas CD on my iPod before going out again. The Target near me was completely unhelpful (I couldn't reserve it and it opens too late for me), but there IS one in Brooklyn. If I can get there before work next Tuesday, I could pull this off.

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Happy Friday indeed!

on September 28, 2007 - 3:41pm

Can I just say that I LOVED the Herald Sun interview! I couldn't resist watching it at work when the majority of the office was at lunch. I did not expect the mix of singing and speaking that I got. I couldn't stop smiling, and wouldn't have been surprised if someone thought I was watching...something else, let's just put it that way. Without question, that was the best thing to happen at work all day.

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More plans

on September 27, 2007 - 5:19pm

Sorry about that novel I posted yesterday. I wanted to tell that story to people I knew would understand, but it's unfortunately not the kind of thing you can tell in a sentence or two. Today's entry will be shorter, I promise.
While the guest list and budget debacles rage on, I've managed to come up with other wedding ideas. I'm thinking of simple colors - white, silver, and gold. I'll be in white, and will probably put my bridesmaids in gold. To make things easier on them, I'm just going to say to buy this color but any style they like - within reason. (If Paris Hilton would wear it, they shouldn't.)
Another idea was for the tables. Instead of floral arrangements, I'm planning to put basil plants on the tables to honor my FOG's Italian heritage.
There's not much else to write about today. It's evening here, but Josh is probably starting to get ready to start his show in Melbourne at this moment. I raise a glass of Yellow Tail cabernet (a favorite Australian wine) to him.

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Dreams come true

on September 26, 2007 - 8:55am

No progress on the dream front because I had the most vicious migraine last night. I called out from work, took something, and went back to bed. I feel better now, but still feel it in the back of my head. THAT can be taken care of by my favorite endorphin therapy ever: listening to Josh. And I was going to do that anyway because of something that happened two years ago today...
When I was living in Manhattan, I made plans to see Josh perform on the Today show. I got up at 4 a.m., got ready, and got on the subway. It was the most deserted I've ever seen it, but I got to Rockefeller Center around five a.m.
I knew I was going to be waiting a while, so I came prepared with breakfast, a long book, and my journal. However, I couldn't go two sentences in the book without looking up to see if something was happening.
And my journal got cut off in the middle of a sentence because something DID happen. Around 6:30 or so, I heard Josh. He must've been doing a sound check or rehearsing, because he was outside singing "Smile." I just remember looking in that direction in complete shock, but so happy to be hearing him.
And it showed on my face. After it was over, someone from the fan club came up to me and said, "You look so happy, I think you should have this." She gave me the orange bracelet from his foundation.
By this time, more people were showing up. It was a mix between people randomly wanting to be on TV and Grobanites who came for this reason. I saw people in T-shirts, "I love you, Josh" signs...and a life-size cardboard cutout. A lot of people were fooling around and taking pictures with it. I didn't at first, but then gave in and got my picture taken kissing its cheek.
Then they started to call us into the filming area. Since I'd gotten there so early, I was able to get in THE FRONT ROW. I remember thinking, Front-row seats! I can die happy!
And it just got better. During the news segments, I started to wish I'd made a sign. All I had with me was my journal, so I opened it like a centerfold and wrote "I (heart) U".
I held it up during his performance. He did "America" first. During a commercial break, he signed some autographs and took a few pictures. Then the show came back, and he did "Smile." Smile? I was grinning from ear to ear so hard, and for so long, that my face felt a little weird when it was over.
But the end of the show didn't mean it was over for me. People were starting to leave, but I wanted to see him. I said I was waiting for someone: tall guy, brown hair, black jacket. Someone who worked for NBC tipped me off as to what door he'd be coming out of, so that's where I went. It was 9:00 by now, and I decided I'd wait until 9:30.
At 9:15, he came through that door. Some other people got their autographs and pictures before I did. He was nice, but seemed surprised by the reception. I touched his shoulder (my head just came up to it in the flats I was wearing), and he turned around to see me with my journal open to my sign. As he signed it, he said, "That's very kind."
I said, "Least I could do for someone who makes me so happy."
He handed me back my autographed journal, and my right hand closed over his for a moment.
I couldn't help screaming once I got out of sight, and I have no idea HOW I got to work for a few blocks. I felt like I was flying.
That was two years ago today, and it's still one of the happiest days of my life. My dreams came true one after the other, culminating with him. Whenever I use the shower gel I used that day, I remember everything and feel so happy. I've only removed that bracelet to swim or shower, and would only trade it for a white gold and diamond Love bracelet. (Since those things are crazy expensive, I guess I'm keeping this one forever.) Even writing about this, I'm just sitting here smiling and stroking the part of my hand he touched.

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Dream Pizza

on September 24, 2007 - 6:30pm

I had so many weird dreams last night, but none about Josh. I'd say you can't order these things like a pizza, but...maybe you can. I've been interested in dreams ever since I was twelve and my aunt gave me a dream dictionary for Christmas. I've gotten pretty good at figuring out what my dreams mean, but still don't really know how to control them. There have been times where I've realized I'm dreaming and been able to see people I wanted to. I would love to learn how to summon Josh to my dreams. Sleeping with a program under my pillow doesn't work (I know that from experience), so what does? I'll check my books again, so watch this space.

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