ive had the worst day in awhile. nothing went right today, at all. just .. ugh. fm-fucking-l.

you know that i'd be lying if i said i wasnt getting quite bored of you yet. your consistent nagging and your constant panic is unnecessary stress for me.

yeah that had absolutely nothing to do with the topic of this post. one more week exactly from tomorrow. dont have a M&G, but im getting there at six am for a 7:30 show. hopefully i'll get lucky. and i hope that there's no other shows on a school day for the rest of the year, because this is my one skip pass. and again, its for fall out boy. oh the things i do for this band.

on another note, google van hansis and see how alike our bangs are. except mine's not from the ATWT stylist, just from having my hair in a pouf all day.

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yesterday was warped tour. we had early entry passes, but for some reason they were late opening the doors, so guess what? we went in with everyone else >( but oh well. we saw a skylit drive first and were front row for that :) so amazing. i only started liking them in, like, june or something. seeing we the kings was awesome, and alex came out and sang jimmy eat world with them. i loved their set, and all the crowdsurfers at the end were cool.

when my friends were seeing versaemerge, i stood on the side with my boyfriend, and i was looking at the fenced-in area surrounding the stage and i saw kyle from ftsk :) so my boyfriend and i went over and got pictures, even though he was just getting ready to leave. i was sooo happy :) i met up with a few of my friends when we were waiting for attack attack!'s set to get over. i was so glad we got some free water all day. it was ridiculous.

seeing ftsk was one of the best sets of the day :) i never dance at shows but i had to for them. im loving their new song, too. so excited to hear the studio version. we met kyle again during either chiodos or prada's set and told him we were listening to him right now hahaha. i said phone call was my favorite song off the album and he said it was his too and that he was bummed they couldnt play it live. and then he said they were posting the clip of their new song in a few days :)

we went around the tents and looked at merch sometime around the middle of the day. i wanted to get me and my friend who couldnt come an omg!askarth bracelet, but they were out :( so i'll have to order it sometime. but i got an atl shirt and my friend got the same one :) at the fbr tent the dudes were so hilarious. my friend asked for a girl's small in a paramore shirt and when they held it up shes like, "thats a SMALL?" and they started heckling her and everything, but in good fun ;) and then when i asked if they had a girls small in a fnb shirt, hes like, i dont know. let me look. and he seriously just dropped his pants. like, no joke. and then he was saying they had none left, and i was like, serious? and he says no and they get it. they told me to leave a tip and i looked over and saw a penny on the ground and was like, "get that penny. they said i needed to leave a tip." haha i loved those guys.

all time low's set was ridiculous. it was so hot and i just wanted to leave, but i had an amazing time. i touched jack's arm :) hahaha. i really wanted them to play sick little games and stella, but oh well. dancing was awesome for them too. first time seeing them live since i couldnt in november :( travis came out and drank shots with alex! hahah. classic.

we left after their set to get to denny's for the allnighter. i was so excited when they let us go back there :) we went to talk to sing it loud first and i said i hadnt seen them since october and they all were like, sauget? and started talking about the pronunciation haha. and then i asked nate if he remembered my friend's mom hitting on him and he said he mightve a little. after i got a picture with them nate told me he liked my necklace and was like, is that a bat or something? and i said, "nope. bartksull. pete wentz." and he goes, 'oh! clandestine. i see." and then i told benny how i had to miss their set and signing because other things came up, and hes like, aw, thats soo bad. and they wouldnt let us through to attack attack! and benny's like, we're a roadblock. you guys cant get through. and im like, "fine. i'll go the other way." and he said he was kidding and they let us through :) theyre so nice, even now. pat makes me feel so tiny because he puts his chin on your head if youre short hahaha.

after we talked to attack attack! and versaemerge, we went home and got lost trying to get there :) ahhh so much fun. it was so hot, though. i literally lost two pounds just from the heat, walking, and eating two granola bars all day until that night.

i sometimes wonder why fall out boy has been my favorite band since i was thirteen. i could be just as equally obsessed with all time low, or forever the sickest kids, if only because theyre all "hot." i love hipster/scenester style (even though i hate calling it that) and theyre all young. for once, fob's a band that i care about the music and the dudes, not the dress and the sex appeal--not that fob's not good-looking bahaha. idk. music's been a part of my life basically since i was little, and its fluxed so much over the years, especially when it was a drastic change in 2005 from my chemical romance to panic! at the disco.

i can actually say these dudes are my genuine heroes and guys i look up to. more bands need to be like them, honestly. ive never strived and taken the time to learn every change in voice intonation, chord change, or lyric in all their songs, or followed the escapades and read the news daily--multiple times a day, in fact. theyre, like, the perfect boyfriend, figuratively speaking. ive never seen people get more involved in world affairs. it makes me happy :)

i just spent forever jazzing up my profile. i havent done that since like december. my laptop screen is officially cracked, which completely ruined my day. i cant watch my house episodes on there, and for some reason they transferred to my desktop computer without sound. how lame. christmas prezzies are definitely going to be seasons one through four.

im getting sick of headaches too. theyre overrated, especially when they make my stomach do nauseous flips. this week is going to suck. [/negative nancy]

i rly miss the fob concert earlier this month. :(
i wish i could go back to that day so bad. front row = ahmazing. the creepy crawl is always good luck. :) hahaha. first front row cobra, now front row fall out boy.

i cant believe its almost the new year. whered 2008 go? i think i missed it.
SO excited for as the world turns tomorrow, ngl. im lameeee yes.

 

It's here, between the two warm bodies in a not-so warm street, that the highs of a good show are wearing off slowly as their breaths vanish into the atmosphere. They don't speak, just keep watchful eyes trained on each other, fingertips barely touching bodies. They don't say names, instead keeping their clipped words to fragments and endearments. Bright, vivid neon signs boldly proclaim products, shamelessly advertise alcohol and upcoming shows.

There's a break in the dilapidated buildings, a long out of business corner store. With a few quick tugs and quiet words, the two figures, both equally tall males, duck behind the weathered brick. Now a voice, soft yet rough, bass yet tenor, says heatedly, "These are the best days of our lives," and they both chuckle as their lips finally meet and they're pulled impossibly closer, becoming one in the dark haze of the midnight street.

Fast forward to a later time that evening, when the moon is rising full and high into the sky, shining in through venetian blinds, casting slanted shadows onto the bed. It catches on the sheets of the bed, where the same two bodies are tangled in one another, moving in tandem. The skin tones - creamy white and deep brown - meld together flawlessly as hands roam and backs arch. Through the glass, the tempo rises in crescendo, white teeth gleaming as they nip and bite down a long, lean torso. In a jigsaw puzzle of unintelligible words, it's over for both of them. A lighter clicks on and inflames the tip of a cigarette and then it's silent.

When morning comes, it's glorious in the sense that the moon, with all his secrets and voyeuristic glimpses of the drunken night before, is gone, and the sun is there to shed her golden radiance. This makes or breaks relationships. In the room, the two men are sprawled under a light blue sheet, hands on backs and heads on chests. Under the sheets, it's legs tangled in a sticky mess. They wake at almost the same time, and at first, tensions are high and breaths are held as neither knows how to react. Simultaneously, though, they smile and kiss, languid and passionate at the same time, fingers stroking down chests and arms.

The same thing repeats almost every day. It's finally home.

"We're almost here again, right here, right now."