My Best Friend Adam.

Not taken at the concert of course. But this man...this man, my friends, is awesome.

Review? Well, we waited at MLK for my cousin Kyle to be dropped off, then went to 7-11 to get somethin to eat, while the concert was already starting, but we were hungry. So we got some nasty nachos and taquitos. Then went in. Yee for The Subways.

BE MY, BE MY, BE MY LITTLE ROCK AND ROLL QUEEN!!! "If any of you plan on having kids, name your little boy or little girl...ROCK AND ROLL!" haha... Sweet. That was the last song of their set.

Head Automatica wasn't that great. I was waiting for "Beating Heart Baby" and when it came on, it wasn't that cool. They played that damn "Graduation Day" song, and we were just being obnoxious. Well, me mostly because I hate that song. I BOOED it. Haha...fuckers. I hate that song. What did Noemi and I do...Oh yeah, just danced funny on the floor haha...But badly wanted to just fuckin go because I didn't really like their damn songs.

Went to buy shirts between sets. Sat down for Angels & Airwaves. Didn't really expect to like them at all. But you know, they're fun. That Tom DeLonge, he's a funny one. Yeah, I liked his little interludes. And they're pretty damn political. Pretty damn for a cause. Interesting. Haha, Noemi and I stood up during the last song and started flapping our wings like in Angels In the Outfield.

The randomass Donald comes out the fuck of nowhere. Hella weird. Awkward. Who else, saw Mickey. Damn haven't seen that nigga in years. Yeah during AAA, these people sat next to my sister and started blazing. Hahahaha...fuckin gay. They were hella high. This guy left mid-set, then came back and asked if AAA just started. HELLA HIGH.

THEN, we went down before Taking Back Sunday came on, yeah the crowd ate us soon. Sweaty people, nasty sticky floor, stink, and shovers. When they came on, their first song was "What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost," people kept coming in and out of the crowd and so kept touching us, so I fuckin shoved some bastard who was trying to get up front. The key is to push the fuckers who are shoving to get to the front, because if you push a fucker who just stands right next to you, a fight could ensue, so while he was walking past I hella shoved him, accidentally into my sister though. Haha, who we left in the crowd after like the third song. THEN, MAKE DAMN SURE. Ah, I love it. Well they did play my favorite songs. All the ones I quoted in the last post. Except for like two...Great Romances and another one...the long one. But fuck! Yes! I was singing and singing and singing and yelling! Five years of listening, five years of yelling, five years and now they're suddenly popular. Kids singing words I've been singing since high school. What do they mean to you? I have a memory attached to every syllable. I'd fall asleep to that music 3000 miles away from home. My TBS/Julie Ruin mix. Felt hella old. And I knew they were ending with Cute Without the E, and I knew it wasn't over then...knew they had to play Divine Intervention, and I knew they couldn't end it with a slow song. Had to be A Decade Under the Influence. My sister got to the front at the end, lucky. But I was fine in the back, in my own world with Noemi, yelling at the top of our lungs.

So that's the best part of this Summer I can think of. Fuckin work 12-4. Hah. Shoot me. I just want to get this shit over with. No I didn't lose my voice. I'm surprised though, I was screaming all the words. I think that was the best concert I've been to just because of TBS.

And today was pretty hectic. Lunch with Prima, pretty cool. Always talkin bout what we want from this life...always talkin bout funny shit...I love my Prima. Drove my sister all over the damn place. Little punk. Then the concert. I spent my last 20. Hah. Broke like a joke.

Well, I know it's almost that time of the month again because I called my parents and just started getting irritated because they made me yell on the phone more because they can't hear. So I started yelling and getting mad because they left the dolly in Mountain House, so I can't move out, well easily. So I started yelling that I'd do it my fucking self. So, don't take the shit I give you too hard. It comes out less gracefully then I hope at these times.

Eh, so maybe that saved it. Nah...but it was probably the best thing. Yeeeeeee. I love Adam. I'm claiming Adam. We're having babies. So get off. He's a touch overrated, he's a lush and I hate it. But he screams with me.

Excuse me as I die. Happy.