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BEST CONCERT EVAR. Sadly I did not meet anyone from the internets (or else I did, probably came terribly close to molesting them in the pit, and didn't notice, in which case I apologize sincerely), but my friends and I had a fabulous fabulous time. I'll do a full recap later with all the gory details, but here are the highlights

- MIKEY FUCKING WAY. You guys, sex god is such an understatement. He honestly distracted me from Frank about 80% of the time with the headbanging and the cut-glass jawline and the sexfaces and the skintight t-shirt. He has definitely acquired the knack (and I've also seen this done by LynZ and by Stefan Olsdal from Placebo) of playing the bass as if he were having sex with the instrument, and it's... interesting. To say the least.

- I bought the Mikeyway t-shirt after that. Are you even surprised?

- Being close enough to see Gerard's (initially) fluffy hair, his wedding ring, Mikey's space-pirate-hooker boots and dorky Tattoo of True Love, Frank's stubble and Godzilla t-shirt and the lazy curls of smoke from his cigarette. Gerard's lolarious singing facial expressions and hand gestures and that thing he does with his hips during I'm Not Okay. And that thing he did to Mikey's shoulder and neck during I don't even remember what song, nngh. The sheer fact that they were close enough to make the miraculous transformation from singing, dancing action figures into real fucking people.

- Frank's new sleeve. Why has no-one mentioned this to me? Why have there been no pictures? I feel so let down by the internet, people. He's definitely finished the sleeve on his right arm down to the wrist; I couldn't make out all of it because of the cuff, but there was a face right near the elbow, and possibly some birds, and I could clearly see the line around his wrist where it finished. It was hard to tell from the lighting, but it appeared to be blue, at least parts of it.

- ( the setlist )

 Commentary, critique, and accounts of hilarity to come later once I've passed out and woken up again and my ears are no longer full of cotton, nor my legs of lead.

(but still it was the BEST CONCERT EVER) '

ETA: P.S. Also I met a boy. ♥

 In order to obtain an ID from the state, I needed my original birth certificate, passport, social security card, school ID, and two other proofs of residence such as bills or pay stubs. The hell, seriously, there should not be that much paperwork nor that many trips involved. On the upside, I think I managed to take a moderately-attractive picture despite the blinding flash and stark backdrop; only time will tell. I also under-reported my weight (only by four pounds!), which may well be the sign that I am truly an adult.

I also registered to vote, which was comparatively ridiculously easy. I felt like the act should have some weight to it, some sort of emotional impact, but I just felt numb and a little cold. Such is the grim influence of government buildings.


Life continues same. I pine, like a bad romance novel heroine, but keep my mouth shut like a good friend, because no-one but me needs to deal with the details of my tortured teenaged soul. It's enough to know that sometimes I am fine and sometimes I am not, and that this situation will likely remain the same for some time, since there is nothing to be done. I truly apologize for inflicting my angst on everyone, but there's honestly no alternative.


I really, really want to go see Cobra Starship tomorrow, and it's actually going to happen! Great music, teensy tiny bar venue, and I get to stare at Vicky T all I want. \o/


I'm alone in my house right now. It's making me a little paranoid and a lot lonely. When did I get so fucking dependant on people? I think maybe if I can stop needing to be around people so much, that would solve at least two of my problems are once. Hmmm.

So Projekt Revolution yesterday was amazing. I don't know if any of you watched the live broadcast, or followed the Drama of My Chem's set, but they were also FUCKING FANTASTIC. I watch those videos and I barely even recognize the concert I was at, the footage is horrible and awkward and absolutely kills the energy that was there. If you want my version of what My Chem's show was like, I posted a superlong comment in chemicalromance and I'll copy it here. 
  
I'll post something about how I sincerely enjoyed this concert, and seeing my favorite band in the world live was the most amazing experience of my live, later. For now, a superquick grading of bands!

Madina Lake: Good. Crowd diving!

Saosin: Very good.

Mindless Self Indulgence: AMAZING. Put on an absolutely incredible live show; I didn't know any of the words to their songs, and I was still enthralled. Super sexy bassist.

Julien-K: Kind of yawn. Weird keyboards.

Placebo: HELL YES. I love Placebo. Great live as well.

Him: Most boring band of the entire show. Nearly put me to sleep. Yuck.

Taking Back Sunday: Woke us all up, got the crowd's energy back, played all of my favorite songs. Snippet of "Rehab" in the middle of one, which was awesome. Microphone stunts FTW!

My Chemical Romance: The best thing, ever, in the history of the world. Period. Started off a bit slow, but swiftly returned to their normal standards, and the last five songs were pure genius.

Linkin Park: There's just something about the headlining band. Great assortment of songs, well-arranged setlist, lots of movement and energy onstage. Definitely a band that you HAVE to see live if you like them even a little.

So I went to the concert, and it was the BEST THING EVER, and I got a t-shirt and a necklace and William Beckett smiled at me and Patrick Stump gave me quasi-suicidal urges in the best possible way. And in conclusion, these bands I love are really really incredibly gay, which makes me large amounts of happy. Also, Cobra Starship is bringing the '70s back in the most fabulous way possible. Or possibly the eighties, I don't know, I wasn't even gestating. Anyways, their album makes me want to dance, which is always a plus.

I have lost my concert virginity. It feels FANTASTIC. I am typing up a big-ass summary more for my benefit of remembrance than yours, but it will have plenty of pictures and amusing anecdotes, so I encourage you to read it when I finally post it, which will probably be tomorrow.

I could say a lot about Lord of the Flies, but instead I'm just going to say this; it's a very odd book, and not in any way beautiful, but I respect the intricately plotted symbolism and layers of meaning.

I made a face like I swallowed a lemon when I typed that, seriously.


In other news, I found a layout that I may like better! It is green. I will try it out and if it works better than this one I shall keep it. The reason I don't have new icons is that I WANT band icons, but realized that I have approx. 10,000 My Chem ones and very few from other bands, so I have to go hunting! But now I think I'll go with more generic artsy-type icons and instead install a Panic! At the Disco moodtheme. Can you do custom moodthemes with sponsored accounts? I think so. We shall find out.


So tonight, I am going to see Pirates. THIS IS NEWS TO ME. I did not know this until about two hours ago, SO. But it should still be fun. Tomorrow I will be a lazy tv-watching book-reading girl, and Sunday, I don't know, I might GO TO A CONCERT!!! If there's nothing else to do, *shrugs fake-casually*. Monday I'm going to a party at the house of one of those incredibly useful people who're vague family friends, never pester you but always invite you to their AMAZING parties on their huge properties and let you ride four-wheelers and eat steak. Those sort of people. That will be nice.


I was reminded yet again of the intricacies of teenage communication when I shared my weekend plans with people and some girl was like "Oh, the Fall Out Boy concert? Huh," to which I smiled and nodded politely. This seems like a very simple exchange, but transcribed, it would read something like this:

Girl: Oh, that band for which my artistic scene kid soul has no respect. I mock your immaturity.
Kit: I mock your delusions of grandeur. I listen to music that makes me happy, which may explain why I'm so much less of a bitch than you are.

Oh, Drama. I miss you the most when you're gone.