Happy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s over people! 2010 is gone for good! here’s an overview of the last 365 days.

1. January 2010- Decided to audition for the musical.
2. February 2010- Actually auditioned, singing There is No Arizona.
3. March 2010- Lost probably 20 pounds, since my bus stop-to-home commute went from about a mile, to about six.
4. April 2010- Turned 17. Performed in Cinderella.
5. May 2010- Went to KFMAday. Saw Jared Leto. Got beer spilt on me. Finished Junior year.
6. June 2010- Tried and failed to find a job.
7. July 2010- Nothing big.
8. August 2010- First day as a senior in high school. Saw all my friends for the first time in months.
9. September 2010- Glee, season 2! Exchanged numbers with Willow.
10. October 2010- Got Permit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Was the Cheshire Cat for Halloween. Drama Lock In.
11. November 2010- Did Testing, Testing. Remembered all 47 of my lines, both nights! Had fight with Trici. Fixed fight with Trici.
12. December 2010- Christmas, duh! Verbally kicked a certain someone’s ass. Got snow! Saw Harry Potter, Life As We Know It, Despicable Me, the Ga’Hoole movie, and Narnia!!!

And that’s it! Obviously, a lot more happened, but if you follow this blog, you know most of it all ready!

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My God. I’ve Become One of Them. A Fangirl!

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And that has never happened before! Not with Johnny Depp, not with Heath Ledger (RIP)… not even with Robert Downey Jr.!!!! So congratulations, Mr. Darren Criss, you turned one of the few normal teenage girls in America into a giggling, squealing, awful-song-writing pile of mush. Right now I am listening to the beautiful sound of YouTube buffering (has been doing so for… 8 minutes now) Just so I can hear “Teenage Dream’ done right. And when I read that he’s going to be a legit character on Glee, not just a guest star, or recurring character, I fell off of my bed. Yup. The last thing to happen to me that garnered that reaction was tickets to see 30 Seconds to Mars last year! My subconscious equates Darren Criss with Jared Leto! …My brain just died a little. Too many mentions of beautiful men in one paragraph! All I can say is, i hope he grows his hair out. It’s much cuter, in my opinion, when it’s longer. I want to touch it.

I saw Santa yesterday, did I mention that? yeah, we were shopping at Fry’s, and he’s just sitting in a red recliner by the dairy section! I gots to pet his beard, which looked a lot softer then it actually was. I was disappointed, greatly.

Just so you all have an idea how shitty YouTube truly is, ‘Teenage Dream’ is still buffering. I hate technology sometimes.

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Why?

What is it about me that makes people feel this need to protect? it’s not like I’m some fragile piece of glass or anything, and I don’t think I look like the kind of person who needs to be protected, so what? What is it? Is it because I don’t get sex jokes very often, or the fact that I think ‘jump your bones’ means give you a hug? The fact that I’m almost too socially inept to function properly? I just don’t get it. Jamie says I’m innocent, and if it was just that, I wouldn’t be so… not really annoyed, so much as confused, I guess.

But last night, at the concert (the one i hated) and me, Syd, BC, and A got separated. You should have seen how they acted once we met up again. It was like they were really and truly devastated that I got separated from them. You’d think I was 7, not 17, the way they acted. And after the crazy chick bit A, he asked me if I was alright! Like I was the one she bit, not him! It really and honestly freaks me out.

I’ve never had anyone worry over me like my friends do. I’m the one who does the worrying. But what I really didn’t like, was how upset I was when i found out they weren’t with me anymore. I feel really stupid saying it, but I was scared. I know in the other post I didn’t really say much about how the concert made me feel, but I was 100% terrified. I’ve never been around so many scary people before, and i did not like it. At all. My slight claustrophobia didn’t exactly help, though. I don’t like touching people I don’t know.

Getting back on track; I feel really embarrassed about everything i just wrote, and it is taking me a lot of restraint to not just delete all of it. One a less confusing note: my foot isn’t broken. turns out there was a piece of glass stuck in it. *blush* My head is still killing me though. Probably from sitting up all night in the hospital with my sister, who forgot her inhaler and had an asthma attack just after 30 Seconds to Mars finished. Missed a day of school which is cool, but I also missed a day of rehearsals, which made me upset. I don’t like missing things that are important to me. Musical, yes. School, no. Sad thing is, the profession I plan on going into, therapy, requires an assload of school. And i just don’t have the grades for that. Guess i’ll just have to marry Jared Leto, and live out my days in the lap of luxury. Sigh… that is, of course, my friends let me. But whatever, this whole post is weird and awkward, so i’m just going to post it before i lose the nerve.

I Hate Concerts.

I am never going to a concert again. The people were scary, the food smelt awful, people were smoking pot and drinking, and it was loud. My friends and I got shoved to the very front, which was not fun at all. I had three beers thrown at me, quite a few fat guys dropped on me whilst crowd surfing, and my friends and I got separated fairly soon. BC’s boyfriend got bit on the arm by a crazy chick who wanted to go to the front, and after she bit about four more people, she was kicked out. Andrew and I were separated from BC and Syd, so he kept me from being smushed by the giant people. It was when 30 Seconds to Mars came onstage that I got fully separated from the rest. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get out of a mosh pit without crowd surfing? It took me almost an hour to get out, just to give you an idea. I now have the world’s biggest headache, and the only good to come from this shitty night was that i got to touch Jared Leto. I will never wash my left hand again.

EDIT- i also am fairly certain my foot is broken. or at least part of it. One good thing about being black, it is rare for bruises to be visible. my aunt would be PISSED if she knew just how many times i got elbowed in the face. it hurts to smile. but i got to touch Jared leto, as mentioned above, so… And no, Jamie, I am never washing my hand again. EVER. Unless for some reason Johnny Depp feels like shaking my hand, and is allergic to Jared Leto. Cuz it’s no comparison, really.

Today is the Day

Today is the day I meet my husband. KFMA Day 2010! It’s going to be great. 30 Seconds to Mars, Muse, Switchfoot, Five Finger Death Punch, Silversun Pickups, Neon Trees, and The Dirty Heads. I, personally, don’t care about the last four, or Muse, for that matter, but I shall suffer through, for my love. Wow. I’m going to look back on these post in a week or two and feel super stalker-esque. Along with the sexy nakeds, too.

My Life is Better Then Yours. At Least for This Sunday.

Tomorrow I get to meet my future husband. Yes people, 30 Seconds to Mars is coming to lil’ ol’ Tucson, AZ. Along with Switchfoot, Muse, and a few others that I don’t care about. Tomorrow I will be within touching distance of Jared Leto. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ehem… All better. I am bringing my singing spoon with me, and I’m gonna wear my new black and purple converse. They is ever so cute. I can’t sleep, and even though it’s only 9pm here, I somehow get the feeling i won’t be sleeping at all tonight. Ah, well. Sleep is for losers. And tired people. I just ran my hand through my hair, and when my hand touched my ear, it sounded like someone said my name. I am so paranoid. All the fantasy books I’ve been reading. Speaking of, I have figured out Twilight. Stephenie Meyer is not an author, she’s a troll. Like that one Fan fiction, where if you search ‘worst fanfic ever’ in google, it’s the very first one. That story is truly awful, but the chick who wrote it (sexily) is known to just about any fanfic reader. I felt super accomplished when i realised this.

Something for you to ponder- what if J.K. Rowling had written Twilight?

Punishment for Willow

Willow dissed one of my dream men. This. Is. PAYBACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jared Leto- 30 Seconds to Mars, My So-called Life, two of my favorite things, and he’s in ’em. He’s a hottie.

I’ve got two words for you: Yum. (please note that he’s innate hottness has rendered me unable to count, thus making me equate ‘yum’ as two words.)

Robert Downey Jr.- Someone once said he looked like Johnny Depp. I was intrigued, then disgusted.

Alex O’Laughlin- This, my dear folks, is what a REAL vampire looks like. Edward ain’t got shit on Mick St. John.

There. Now everyone has a good dose of eye candy, I regain my throne, and Willow wallows in self pity. ( now i’m giggling. Willow wallow.) Lol…