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SO FXCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW.

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Too, too much on my plate.

I'll post pictures from time to time.

But until I have a major free week, I won't do as much commenting as I used to.

Not that I did much anyway, but still.

I'm juggling a new school, two boys I really like but probably won't see until the summer, elementary school assholes (IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS SINCE I'VE TALKED TO YOU, GIVE IT UP) err... (ACTUALLY YOU'RE NOT THAT BAD, BUT *NAMELESS BOY* COULD STAND TO LEAVE ME ALONE), new-ish friends, eating meat in my desperation for food (Yes, I said it.  I'm very, very ashamed.  But I was very, very hungry.), no sleep, back aches and GH%##FD#SCYGE$^FD&%E%&FV all those other things that can start to grate someone's nerves.

Oh, by the way, whoever said this school has no hot men is clearly asexual.  I still stand by my 'Cawthra has the best looking men', though.

I'm boy crazy, but I went to an all-girl's school.  I have a valid excuse.

Or just less...active on Buzznet now.  I'm too engrossed in my personal life to do much.

Every time I like a guy, there's always something that ruins it for me.

I have a few examples, actually.

First off, Bluenotes Guy.  Bluenotes Guy works at...


Actually.  I just spent 1/2 an hour typing up the stories for Bluenotes Guy and My Hero.  And just now, I deleted them.  Why?  Because I have major creeper facts in there that I shouldn't know, but do, because I spend all my time lurking.  So to make the stories shorter (and less creepeh), one guy is gay and the other is 18 and (I think!) has a girlfriend.
See?  Even those are creeper facts.

I need to get out more.  >_>

I just got presale tickets to All Time Low's show in November.

My life is complete.

( 116 ) Days In Counting <3

(Ye, I'm a just a little bit obsessed. XD )

So, predictably (is that even a word? and if it is, by me asking that do I now seem dumb?), my journal entry is about none than...
...All Time Low.
And, of course, me overreacting.

I'm going to turn into a mad-crazy fan.

After seeing how many people are, quite frankly, as obsessed with them as I am, I'm going to be worse than that poor girl who followed Tokio Hotel around for 6 months...and she didn't really get much more than a "Hello", an escort from the premises, and 6 months of her life wasted.

Just so we're clear...I'm not actually going to follow All Time Low...>_>
I don't think I'm at that point yet...

But, what I will do is buy their show tickets 7.694 miliseconds after they go on sale, arrive at the venue at 6:00am in the morning (I'm not allowed to camp...just yet) and not much else besides that.
Oh yeah, and buy every single item of merch available.

And the scary part is, I'm not even kidding. : |

Well...there you have it.  I overreact too much.  Laugh at me, throw tomatoes...whatever.
I miss the times when I used to mention them, and no one would know what I was talking about.  That was actually not too long ago, either...

-All Time Low's Most Pathetic Obsessed (Canadian) Fan

During The Devil Wears Prada set at Warped Tour on Saturday it started raining.

No...Not just raining.

Pouring.

The kind of torrential downpour you'd expect to cause dents in things.

Anyhow, since I absolutely love them, it didn't stop me from trying to take pictures of them.  I actually knew it was a bad idea at the time, but there was no place to put my camera, lest I lose my spot between two extremely viscous grown men to try and find my friend with the plastic-covered backpack.

I continued on, trying to take the perfect picture of the oh-so-amazing Jeremy Depoyster (and of course, the rest of the band).

Alas, when I took my camera home that day, guess what?

It didn't turn on.

Not to say I wasn't expecting this, but c'mon.

I let it air dry for two full nights, hoping it would recover.

Still nothing.

I murdered my camera.

D:

So...when Warped Tour rolls around this Saturday, I was told I would be forcefully pushed into a mosh/hardcore dancing pit.

WTF?!?

Does this girl want to kill me?

I can headbang just fine, but HARDCORE DANCING? Especially with a bunch of big, sweaty, intense metal guys?

Pfft. I will die. Not only is my dancing the most pathetic thing on planet Earth, but I hardly survived at a Tokio Hotel concert. -_-'

So either I will end up murdered by emabarassment or fall down in the pit and refuse to get up. Pretty much, either option I have will leave me in quite a sticky situation (haha). But I don't think it will bother me considering I will be DEAD.

Does anyone have any ideas how I can avoid this? PLEASE?

Yeeeeeeee...I kind of pierced my ear again...myself...

This time it wasn't that bad though.  c:  I only screwed up twice, haha...

Duuude, I have to volunteer for four straight days at MIFF.  I kind of love it.  c:  Today was fun, I only worked about half the time and then the rest I used to headbang to some local bands.  Huzzah! 

Oh, and another piercing update.  (I'm a little obsessed)  I moved up to 12g plugs!  I know, I know, their still baby spacers.  But I'm getting there, haha.  I'm not getting any bigger than a 6g or 4g, though...I find the larger plugs unapealling.  :c

MY HAIR FADED.  From crazy-grape-purple to some lilac colour.  WTF?  I only washed it once so far...

9 DAYS UNTIL WARPED TOURRRRRRRRRRR!  WOO HOOOOO!  I've been waiting for it since September.  c:

That reminds me, yeh know Katy Perry?  Of course you do.  When I listened to her back before she got really big, I didn't really enjoy her music, and just stopped...listening after I heard one song.  I would've never thought she'd go this far.  Funny how stuff like that turns out, ain't it? 

Why does it always sound like I'm complaining about everything? :s
Well then...

To anyone that read this...
Have a GREAT summer!  :D

I just pierced my own ear.  It included a potatoe.  I think I might faint.  This isn't good.  XD

I'm okay though! Slightly.

Screw what I said last time about Tokio Hotel.

They are AMAZING.  I waited in line for four hours before we even got in the venue, and then another hour being pushed and suffocated while watching more than twenty girls being pulled out of the pit before the concert even started.  Ha.  Also, I'm actually quite proud of myself.  I managed to get from the fourth or fifth row to the second row right smack dab in front of Bill.  I would have rather been in front of Tom though...

Anyway, they are totally worth the inability to breathe for atleast two hours after, plus muscle spasms and leg/neck/back/feet/torso/arm cramps from all the crazy fan girls.  I found it funny how after, when I was walking around trying to find someone's scarf, there were hair extensions all strewn out about the floor.  Oh, there were also shoes.  XD

Well this sucks.  I'm seeing this on Friday:

When I'd much rather be seeing this:

Or this (I love those socks XD) :

I know about a million girls would love to do this, but honestly, Tokio Hotel isn't that exciting anymore.  :|  And I'm going to go really late so I'll probably end up in the back somewhere.  Yay.  Right now I'm trying to get tickets for Warped Tour, because honestly, I don't know what will happen if I don't go.  XD  So I'm waiting for (Ria) so I get the money and buy the tickets.  :D  I need to get her the resume outline though because jobs = money.  :|  Other than that, I based my life on this modelling thing I was trying to do, and now it's not gonna happen so I'm...kinda having an out of body experience... I hate when that happens.  XD

I spend most of my time emulating, and not really doing anything...yawr.

Random, useless, depressing rant ends...HERE!