2nd show of the week

CURSIVE and MAN MAN were fucking sensational last night.
Taryn and I were up front for the whole thing
-The singer for Man Man was set up right in front of my face and would occasionally put his hand on my hand and ruffle my hair
-I MET TIM KASHER and got word vomit which caused me to go into how his music got me through high school.
-After Tim and I took a picture together, he looked at it and was like "We did good. We'd make a cute couple."
-CURSIVE PLAYED MY THREE FAVORITE SONGS FROM DOMESTICA which is my favorite album by them and one of my favorites of all time.
-One of these songs was played very last as the 4th song to their encore; "The Martyr" (which also happens to be my favorite by them). All I wanted out of the concert was to be able to scream that song along with them. I got that wish.
-I head banged and hit my fist on the speaker in front of me so much that I'm surprised my hand isn't sore
-I stole one of Tim's waters before Cursive went on. He had three and my friend who helped bring out the water said it wasn't a big deal
-I got about as drenched in my own/everyone else's sweat as at the Against Me show
-I have so many bruises on my legs now that I look like I'm in a punk band
-One day I will post all of the pictures from the shows I have gone to this year. Promise.
I'll actually start working on that ASAP and then link you to my Photobucket.
-I am crazy happy. Time to shower and study for my final tomorrow. Last day of biology!!!

Look at me, oh look at me is this the way I'll always be? Oh noooooo, oh noooooo

The show was ridiculous and a total blast at the same time.
By the time we got in the door, we walked straight up to the stage and kept that spot for the night until Against Me went on but more on that later.
So, Taryn and I are just hanging out, waiting for more people to show up and the first band to set up when TOM GABEL (singer for Against Me) walks in from the back door and goes up onto the stage. As he's walking across the stage, so many thoughts rushed through my head (do I say "hi?" Should I be staring? Maybe he'll just talk to us anyway?) and I was left staring, with this star struck stupid ass grin on my face until he looked over and said "Hey, how's it going?" with a smile like he knew how in shock I was. Then he walked off the other side of the stage and Taryn and I were left to freak out.

The first band was a local punk band that never ceases to thrill me.
2nd band was Pine Hill Haints- completely amazing and interesting. I danced like crazy.
3rd band- Off With Their Heads. This is when the pushing really began and by the end of their set we had just about lost our spots.
Before Against Me took the stage, shit just got worse. We were all dripping with sweat and being pushed around as other people tried to weasel their way up to the front and all hell broke loose the second their feet hit the stage. It was no longer possible for me to keep my balance and my thighs were forever being shoved against the stage as I shouted "fuuuuuccccccckkkkk" and desperately looked for a way to get on the stage if possible. I finally put one of my feet up to the stage and ended up sitting on stage with everyone else who was in the front row. Then, Taryn was in the same spot that I had recently been so we had to get her up there as well.
Even on the stage we weren't safe and by this point my white shirt was a nice, disgusting color and my sandals were somewhere out of sight. So, we basically watched the band from the stage, me under one of the guitarist's' mic stands with sweat dripping from his hands, onto me. Butttt I have been waiting 6 years to see them so I cannot complain with being that close to them.

After their set, we made our way off of the stage, drenched and smelly and somehow bumped into my boss who we followed over to the merch table and talked to outside for a while. Thennn Taryn and I walked behind the building in hopes of meeting Tom (officially) and/or anyone and everyone from the band. After standing around awkwardly for about 5 minutes, I was about to give up when I saw the guitarist whose sweat had been all over me and I called him over, met him, and asked where Tom would be.
He had Taryn and I follow him and then we were face to face with Tom when I was all silly and shook his hand while introducing myself. He then introduced himself (which was adorable) and I had him sign the set list I snagged and then two other band members did the same. After that I took a picture with Tom and left completely satisfied.

Fuck I am tired and I'm listening to two boys play a game via Skype while I just sit here quietly and blog.

PS: I ordered my Empire of the Sun CD yesterday. FUCKING STOKED

Currently Listening to: Passion Pit. I've been in a Passion Pit coma for two months and I'm still loving it.

TONIGHT:

Let's not get into how long I've been waiting to see these guys.
We'll just say that tears may come from my silly eyes.


PS:
I was just thinking about how much it would suck if I took the keys off of my keyboard and put them back on in random places. It scared me just thinking about it.

No more boy.

Apparently I'm great at attracting scum.

Smitten.

Signs that yesterday/this morning were great:
-I didn't get home until 5 AM
-My lips are swollen
-My legs are shaky
-Uh. I feel like a little girl.

Any other details will be placed somewhere else.

Sarah hanging out with said boy tonight?

Talk about my nerves being in such a tizzy that I may throw up.

SAY WHAAAAAT?

Sarah and a boy?

More to come on this story as details develop!


(Unless you want the details that I currently have to share. Then your name must start with an H, for that is the only person who can read my ~private~ blog where I will post such details if they are wanted)

This is true.

I am so addicted to the "like" button on Facebook that I now expect it to be everywhere. Even outside of the int3rw3bz.

-Today marks 21 years that my parents have been married and they're still fucking adorable and amazing as ever.
-Starfucker is where it's at right now
-Money is freaking me out
-I need to make my first womanly appointment and that has me scared (to deaaath) as well
-OH YEAH, and that biology presentation

This post was supposed to be nothing but positive. Shit.

By the way...

MY SISTER IS HOME FROM OHIO!
And she sent me this amazing video of one of the groups at the competition who focused their whole show around Radiohead songs complete with one of the guys in pit singing "Videotape."
I knew I should have been in band in high school instead of chorus.

I really need to work on my biology bullshit. :[

Guess who isn't doing her biology work!

As serious as my split ends.

Record Store Day is officially my favorite holiday

I made out like a bandit at Central Square today. If I had more money, I would make the drive to Seaside everyday and just live in the store.
Either way, I bought two 45's and walked out with 8. They gave out Record Store Day buttons and CD samplers with every purchase. It was just so exciting and great.
AND this time next week I should have The Hazards of Love on VINYL.

Other than that, the rest of Lindsey and I's visit to Seaside was so so so great. We got icees and had great conversations and let a bee stop us from walking the nature trail. Then we had the worst waitor in the history of table waiting.

Good day.

Maybe I'll get some biology work done with the rest of my day.
(hah!)

My dad and I were driving on highway 98 across from IHOP last night when I saw the Twitter logo on that huge LED screen. Then I read the rest of it and it was an ad saying to visit Ashton Kutcher's fucking Twitter page followed by his URL.

And I just saw that he was the first to reach 1 million friends in some CNN contest.
This is sad. Really sad.
And CNN? Shouldn't you be... I don't know... bringing us actual news?

And for the record, he and I are not Twitter twat friends. But Miley Cyrus and I are, and babygrl talks about jesus in every freaking tweet. Apparently jesus is cool with her and some 20 year old boning. It's sweet, really.

I'll Take You Home

There was this moment while in Pensacola two weeks ago, sitting in the backseat of Brian's "Beast" when the strangest feeling came over me and I only just thought about it again earlier tonight.

For a moment, everything holding me back was cleared from my head and I actually felt myself growing up. I was doing what a 20 year old should be doing and it was painful but relieving. There's not really an accurate way to describe it, I just couldn't believe the feeling that had washed through me.


And after watching Milk two nights ago, my parents brought to my attention that they believe I should become an activist for something, anything. Apparently seeing the way the movie affected me sparked this idea in them. I sobbed about as hard as I did when I said goodbye to my sister Wednesday night if that says anything.
I don't know, honestly. It's always been something that I've been interested in but I'll just have to see how this journalism thing goes. I'm almost done with my AA, then it's two more years of school and then I'm a part of the machine.
Ew. Did I really just say that?

I don't know if I will ever look at myself in the mirror and see a normal adult... or an adult at that. I'l be 45 with braids in my hair, snuggling up with a stuffed unicorn at night. Or falling asleep with the Disney channel on at age 60. And my mouth? I cannot imagine having a clean one. Will I still laugh at the word "balls" in 30 years? Fuck, I hope so.



OH POST SCRIPT: PHOENIX IS PLAYING AT BONNAROO!!! I'm bringing sooo many pairs of panties to 'Roo. I'm going to soak through them like they're pads. (YES I DID SAY THAT)

I am the worst when it comes to goodbyes

especially when it involves my sister.
I can pretty much say that that girl is my world.
And we had to send her away on a charter bus to Ohio about an hour and a half ago. She'll only be gone until Sunday and she's going to have such a blast but I really feel incomplete without her present or anywhere near by.
Maybe it's pathetic and I know she'll just laugh at me when she sees this, but it's so true.

Oh well, she's in for a treat when she reaches the bottom of her suitcase and sees what I left her.

Ily, bb

I'm gonna throw you in my DeLorean and gun it to 88

It's nights like these where I am inspired to do something, anythiiing creative. But the world does not need anymore pictures of my freckled face and I have no idea what I could write about (that's a lie. I'm just too lazy to type or write anything out).

But I do have homework for an upcoming presentation that needs to get done. I always tend to get inspired when that is the case.

But whatever

whatever

whatever

-After Zombie Jesus Day, I fucking hate chocolate

-I cannot sign on AIM without being annoyed by people that I'd just rather not talk to. And they just drone on about what? Absolutely nothing.

-I re-dyed my hair. It's still red. Darker. But red... still. Like I said.

-I've decided to get a body wave. Birthday present? My hair will thank you and I'll send you updates by mail.

-Noel Fielding's smile is enough to make me soak through 5 pairs of panties.

Other than that... yesterday was a blast.

Here's proof:

A whole lot of nothing, my friend. I hate that I've slacked on this thing so much :[

Walmart at 1AM is just like watching the "Thriller" video. And it's not just the black people. Everyone has a limp and shuffles their feet as they walk.

WHAT'S UP???


I'm such a stranger.

Thursday and Friday were AMAZING.

I'm seeing these guys tonight in concert:

:]

It's Spring Breaaakkkkkk.

The remainder of this week:
THURSDAY and Friday I am spending the night in Pensacola at my friend's house. Sharon and I are heading out there in the PM today. I'm hoping to return with some interesting stories... if I can remember them all.

Saturday: come home, go to work

Sunday: HALL AND OATES CONCERT.


And there's some other shit going on that is exciting.
Maybe I'll blog later?