She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.

As soon as I get up the balls to click add to cart, anyway.

Speaking of me things that are awesome, have you all seen the RDJ interview on Jimmy Kimmel?

( As I was saying earlier, I love this dude enough to populate nations )

Seriously. SERIOUSLY.

I'm behind on answering comments and emails, and doing homework, but for now I think I will watch this video a few more times go watch Psych, and then Up in the Air. And then Iron Man. Again. For the billionth time. WHAT? Don't judge me!

Today, today... Well, ok, YESTERDAY.

COBRA! COBRA FUCKING STARSHIP IN ALL THEIR COBRAESQUE AWESOMENESS!

Signing! Which was, you know, waiting in line for, oh, 2 hours. And finally telling some boy that I would put money on not being old enough to vote who kept using "Obama supporter" as an insult [Oh, Oklahoma, I would be so disappointed in you if I ever had any kind of expectations from you at all] "yeah, so are we, shut the fuck up." His friends laughed at him and he stopped talking to me. Win! And line, line, line, arguing with security about not being able to sit line, line, OMG COBRA. hahaha It happened like that too, I won't lie.

Ugh THEM. I kind of want to draw little sparkly hearts around their faces, you guys. they were all sweet and not assholes, which is cool, even if it does make me think I should reconsider my world view. lol

Then we HAULED ASS to sit in, oh, ANOTHER LINE for the concert!

The concert rocked. All the bands were good, even if the sound for Sing It Loud was kinda fucked. (Pretty much all of Hit the Lights = complete hotassery, but OMG DRUMMER DUDE. hothothot) Totally got barrier, too, which was further awesomeness, even if it did nearly lead to me needing to be bailed out of jail when some hateful little girl though she could take my spot and I refused to let her. At one point during Forever the Sickest (ugh so good. The keyboardist looks like Peter Krouse though. A small, teenage emo Peter Krouse.) her elbow hit my face.

THIS WAS THE DOWNSIDE. PEOPLE, PEOPLE LISTEN. STOP BEING DOUCHEBAGS AT CONCERTS FOR REAL, OK. IT MAKES ME WANT TO BREAK YOUR NOSE. IT DOES NOT MAKE ME WANT TO LET YOU HAVE MY SPOT. IT MAKES ME WISH YOU WOULD CHOKE IT.

She did not get my spot, despite her pushing.

And then! Like I said before:OMG COBRA. Just. COBRA. ::hands:: I want to go see them all the time forever. They are, like, you know how I've seen Phantom Planet three times this year and had to talk myself out of driving to Dallas for number four? That is Cobra! I... really want to stalk their asses to Texas. Jesus. ::hearts all over::

THEN! I HAUL ASS to the hospital! I have a new niece! She's tinytinytiny and she was born about five minutes after I got there.

And now I'm going to fall in to bed and maybe never leave. OMG SO TIRED.

D-Fest was, uh, awesome.

There was a minor detour of un-awesomeness where I lost my keys. And there's a very long story about that, but I'll shorten it to: after much panic (on my part) the keys were found, locked inside my car, with a note that said, "Found your keys on the ground. Sorry about the locked door." I wish, really, I wish that I could have hugged that person, so, so hard.

It was awesome, people. For real.

Then! OMG Phantom Planet! With the hotassery and the requests that girls not take their shirts off "because I don't want to get arrested, and I can see how old you are." And with, you know, rocking my socks. Seriously, they put on such a good show. It's always nice when the front man knows how to make a crowd interested. "You people in the back who decided to stick around, you're awesome! Not as awesome as these mother fuckers in the front. No offense, but I've known them longer." And just before he climbed down from the stage and climbed on to the rails to the crowd: "Just... please don't steal my keys." It was also awesome, because I was one of those mother fuckers in the front. God, I want to see them play live always. They should be at every concert I go to.

Then! Then was Paramore! And, you know, awesome again. Haley is tiny like a tiny thing but she's got such a big voice. The guitarist on the side of the stage where we were (Tyler?) was good eye candy. The crowd only vaguely made me want to kill people. I was no smashed against the rails until the very end, when some dumb asses decided to try and mosh to Misery Business. And listen, listen, if you're into that shit, well, good for you. Let the rest of us enjoy the fucking show.

But! But!

God, the awesome.

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