Graduated

yup, I am now officially a ninth grader. I don't think I'll say much else or I might start crying because I'm kind of a messed up piece of crap right now, but... you know. tons of people going to a different high school than me, and one of my best friends whose going to BGHS didnt even show up to school today so I didnt get to have him sign my yearbook and I didnt get to say goodbye. I know that sounds sappy and lame, but as I said... I'm pretty messed up. everyone will probably say "you should be happy! you're finally moving on to high school" but I'm a very emotional person and the thought of not seeing a lot of my best friends (well, my five BEST friends are going to the same HS as me but the rest of my not-as-close but still best friends friends) anymore is enough to send me over the edge. I'll be excited for ninth grade after I get over the shock and realize that these people havent left the earth and I can still see them after school and talk to them on the phone and everything, but for now I feel sick and I need to be sad and I dont think people understand that for the most part, because they always get mad when you cry like its wrong or bad or something. sorry for the very boring, repetitive, obsolete post. I'm not a very entertaining person when I'm upset.

Panic! At the Disco in Portland... yes this post is very late

Sorry for just getting this up... I'm very busy with school(speaking of I should be doing math homework) and graduation and an upcoming horse show, so...

Panic! concert was C-R-A-Z-Y, crazy! I accually had a few bruises on my legs on Monday from the bajillions of bodies shoving me against things. It was hella fun, though! Five hours on concrete in Converse sure hurts your feet afterwards but I wasn't really paying attention to that after Ryan Ross came out to play a song with the first opening band, Phantom Plantet. I freaked even worse when Brendon came out during The Hush Sound. I don't know the names of any of the songs that the warm-ups played, but Panic played (all that I remember, at least... not particularly in the correct order):

1- We're So Starving
2- Nine In The Afternoon
3- But It's Better If You Do
4- {didn't recognize this one}
5- That Green Gentlemen
6- The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage
7- I Write Sins Not Tragedies
8- Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Off Her Clothes
9- Time to Dance(acoustic)
10- Mad as Rabbits
101 Northern Downpour

I was scary close to the barrier at one point... and I swear to god it was like three hundred degrees in that little warehouse thing...

So as I said, I had a blast! I really hope Panic! does another show near us sometime, because they were insanely good.

Sorry for short, not-very-detailed post, but I'll probably die tomorrow if I procrastinate on my geometry homework one more night...

ONE EFFING DAY, BABY!

Sorry. I'm more excited than I should be but I am anyway. OMG I don't even have a freaking outfit to wear yet... going shopping tomorrow. HT, get your game face on 'cause I need red and gold, NOW. I wonder if they sell gold eyeshadow... and if I did that I'd need red eyeliner, or I could do it the other way around but gold eyeliner wouldn't really show up very well... and how am I supposed to straighten my hair if I have to go shopping and then go to my mom's BF's house to change in his bathroom and then get to the concert and still look presentable enough to not really be seen but still in the presence of Brendon Urie? LOL, the memories from getting ready for my last concert...

I walk in to my sister's bathroom, where she and our neighbor are getting ready, with my hair half done and no makeup on and no shoes and only like twenty minutes until we have to leave, and this is all I have to say:

"God did not give us enough time to prepare to be in the same room as Gerard Way" - rockin_robin

Atleast this time it's on a weekend so I don't have to scramble after getting home from school. But still. Jesus Christ I really hope my first Fall Out Boy concert (no, I haven't seen them live yet... it kills me inside, too) is over summer vacation or AT LEAST a weekend, because I would probably hyperventilate to the point of near death if I only had two hours after school to get ready to be in the same room as those four boys. I mean I would probably die once I got there and saw them anway, but might as well make it to the venue, at least, right?

And, on a completely random and unrelated note: My history teacher hates me. We were/are learning about D-Day and the Spanish American war and all that, so one day he's giving us notes to copy off of the overhead, and he talks about what the notes say when he does that, and all he can say I swear to God is..."the ARMS RACE between America and Eurasia"..."as a result of the ARMS RACE"..."we started making more weapons to compete in the ARMS RACE against Russia"... OH. MY. GOD. I thought I was gonna go into a seizure. I must've been twitching and foaming at the mouth the entire hour...

Yeah, it's that bad.

Mwhahahahaha!

I know these must be terribly boring for you all, but...

!SIX DAYS!

And also: Club Penguin is hilariously fun. My friend had me make a penguin when I was at her house (just something stupid to do while we were bored) and now I love going on there and being retarded. I'll just start singing in the streets and randomly talking to people and fishing and night-clubbing with all the other purple and green and hot pink penguins. It's da bomb!