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Writer's Block: Most memorable concert

What was the most memorable concert you ever attended? What made it so magical?
Blink 182 on September 13th, 2009 at the Shoreline Amphiteatre. It was outdoors, raining like crazy, and whenever a slow song played, the lights made the entire place like a slow motion scene. Most epic concert of my life.

This place was never the same again

After you came and went
How can you say you meant anything different
To anyone standing alone
On the street with a cigarette
On the first night we met.

Look to the past and remember a smile,
And maybe tonight I can breathe for a while.

Ho hum. If I was any more chockfull of dumb problems I could land myself a spot on the Maury show. Crappy daytime talk shows ftw.

I feel like such an ass right now. And I feel like I don't want to get up and do anything anymore.

I used to be so full of anger and irrationality towards others, and now I just feel so hurt and unsure and lonely. I feel like I could be making a huge mistake. I feel like I'm not special anymore.

I know that sounds dumb and trivial, but I feel like I'm not important anymore. I feel like everything I've been told was a script and I 'm stupid for just rolling with it.

I feel stupid for still rolling with it.

I can't even cry anymore. Everything just hurts now. I want to curl up in bed and hibernate until things seem like they might start to look up again.

It's funny when you get to a stage and you can't determine if you're not being treated right, or if that's just the best you deserve.

"Why do you feel sad?"

"I don't know."

But I know exactly why. I just can't tell you.

I'm sorry sweetie.

And then some.

Waking up with last night's make up and tears still in my eyes, trying to rub the sleep away and my fingertips coming away black. It's rubbed away onto my pillow, leaving the ghost of a face of an invisible girl. My stomach screams for food that I won't give it and my heart screams for something that doesn't even exist outside of a movie screen. Every facet of every thought comes crashing down on me until I'm so small that all I can do is look down and try to crawl along.

I feel like a joke of a rock star after a night of partying and crashing, but without the glamour and with more of the stupidity.

And the terrible punchline is that I've done it all to myself.

We are at this place again.

If you wanna sing out, sing out.

If you wanna be free, be free :)

Should anyone ever do this again at Skyline, let it be known that I was the first!

My only regret is that I didn't get another picture of it later in the day when there were more signatures before it was taken down. Alas. It's the thought that counts.

David during Geology:
"Dude you should put up another one tomorrow saying "Secret DA meeting in the Room of Requirement! And then just list a random room number!"
"Haha a room that doesn't even exist. What's the highest floor in this building?"
"Secret DA meeting in building 7, room 7421."

On another note, I want to travel to the deep south. The dreams we dream :D

And finally: PUMPKIN SPICE LATTES ARE BACK AT STARBUCKS it's nearly that time of year agaaain :DDD

Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time

Come on just--
Snap snap snap your fingers for me.
Good good, now we're making some progress,
Come on just--
Tap tap tap your toes to the beat

I for P!atD existed (oh, that exclamation mark) existed until I watched the new Fall Out Boy music vid. Brendon Urie, you silly beez.

I still has the sickliness :[ I left school early because I'm a ween >_<

Aaaand Everyday Italian is in in like 15 minutes. Giada DeLaurentiis or whatever her name is, has a large mouth and likes arugula too much.

Dear lord it is hot out. There's barely any breeze and we only have one fan, so Buster and me are dyyyyying.

It's also starting to concern my how loud the fan is on my MacBook all the time. I love my MacBook :[

And I can't find any Dizzy Balloon anywhere. They were so good live on Sunday :[

So my sister went out last night, called to say she was on her way home at around 9, then stumbled in around midnight with a box of Rolling Pin donuts, one of which had a bite taken out of it. She claims she felt like buying a donut, and then decided to buy a whole dozen for us. What do I say? Muuuunchies

I already know she had yet another fight with Brenda, and it made her "sad." I already know she was hanging out with my cousin last night. I already know my cousins smokes weed like every day. I already know my sister does dumb stuff when she's "sad." It's not rocket science.

But at least we have Rolling Pin donuts.

Do you belong to a song?

Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?
Are you drunk? Have you been drinking?
Do you below the overpass go
With a fifth in your fist reminiscing the kiss of a love
That just didn't love as much as you did?

Please don't give up, dear walls
Don't let the ceiling fall.
When you belong to a song, salty eyes,
You belong.

Shrill notes begin, the grim violin
Then from the silence a violence of sirens orchestrate the score
To which one more corpse is left quiet
How we become the hollows of drums
The rests between notes, the hollers that never reach throats
"Friends" in quotes, they're not calling

Please don't give up, dear you
I'm but the sliver moon sliding through
When you belong to a song, salty eyes,
You belong.

Do please believe, however naive.
Let it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs
And belong, salty eyes~

When you belong to a song, salty eyes,
You belong.

I don't think it's sunk in yet that The Matches are naught but a memory now. To their credit, their last show was absolutely epic. Kudos, kudos. I've been listening to all of their albums nonstop since Sunday night.

In other news, one of the kinds of trail mix sold in the Skyline cafeteria is called Fancy Mojo Mix . It's actually quite good. If anything, it kept me awake all three hours of Geology lab :]

Tomorrow: Cardio Dance! Apparently I did a weird thrusting move really well and the instructor thought I knew the kind of Brazilian dance she's going to teach us. That, oddly enough, is just how I know how to move when I get really into music. Which is probably kind of sad.

And in conclusion: while eating ramen, some of the noodles spelled out the word "swiss." Which may have some kind of foreboding significance, but what that may be I do not know.

Fack, my library books are due on Thursday >_>

I Gotta Feelin'

Tonight's gonna be a good night
Tonight's gonna be a good, good night~

Things My Sister Does That Annoy Me: A compilation by an annoyed younger sibling.

Leaving the toilet paper roll empty.
Clogging the shower drain with her ten foot long hair.
Not always flushing ._.
Letting the bathroom garbage can overflow.
Bringing a certain person over all the time.
Bumping loud music of the rap or techno variety, regardless of what time it is.
Mooood swiiings~
[EDIT] And slamming open the bathroom door so hard in a fit of anger that the doorknob and the doorstop put holes in the wall. I am not kidding ._.

On another note I was at my cousin's friend's baby shower today. We did one of those baby shower games where you see who can unscramble the most baby-related words in two minutes. I won, and my prize was a bottle of wine, which is just kind of funny. I'm saving it on my dresser until I'm old enough to drink it (legally :)

Anyhoo. Back to painting.

Note to self: Be careful with the paint splattering. Getting it on your phone was not smart -_-;;



Listen to the sound of the beat not stopping--
No reaction, no reaction

Looking at the chart but nothing's topping--
No reaction, no reaction

Listen to the sound of the reggae dropping--
No reaction, no reaction

Looking at the Matts and the Johns not talking--
No reaction, no reaction~

Trust is a funny thing. It's hard to put your trust in someone, but then completely easy to have that trust broken.

How do you come back from that? When someone breaks a promise and you find out that they've been lying--to your face--for three months, what do you do when you don't want to let them go?

I want to trust him. I want to believe that this is the only thing he's lied about to me. I don't want to walk away just yet.

But when he told me he can't promise he won't lie to me again, that's practically an invitation to get hurt again, and have it be my own fault.

I always thought that I was the tough girl who wouldn't put up with anyone doing things to hurt me, that I would just cut that person out of my life and walk away. But here I am, ignoring the fact that he lied to me, over and over again, and I believed him because I wanted to believe the best of him.

I've never felt more betrayed than when he told me he never actually quit smoking.

I had just asked him about it two days ago when I was at his house, and he said he was doing good with quitting. I found out he hung out with his friends and smoked twenty minutes after I left that day.

The worst part is, when he told me he was quitting in June, it was because I was crying my eyes out and he told me that he would do it for me, because he loved me.

But he couldn't do it. So what does that mean about him loving me.

He says he does.

I want to believe him.

I feel so broken.

She let's me drive her car

So i can score an eighth
From the lesbians out west in Venice.

Jack's Mannequin is kinda sorta amazing.

Also, waiting in between sets generates interesting conversation:

"Why do they keep coming out??"
"That's what Octo-Mom said!"

"Isn't a soul patch on your chest?"
"No, it's on your chin."
Oh. So what is it when there's hair on your chest?"
"...Ron Burgundy?"

"Stop putting things in or around my mouth!"

"I put a Swedish Fish in Rita's ear; I dunno why it made me laugh."

"If it's not dirty, I'm gonna fucking wear it." (Not technically from between sets but still funny :)

I....I was going to quote more but I realized, despite the incessant laughing, I don't remember what the eff we were talking about.

Nicole + Rita + Michelle + Kirsten = happiness.