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Okay, so. SIMPLE PLAN = BEST DAY, MOST AWESOME GIG EVERRRRRRRRRRRR!! OMFGOSH<3

3 autographs by Chuck (on the CD thing, on the ticket and on the T-shirt! -insert teeniegirl spazz moment here-), + a hug and then I talked with him for a moment, and aurographs from everyone else but Jeff. (JOKA ME NÄHTIIN RAUTTIKSELLA OMGOD!! HEHEEE! siis ei nähty oikeesti. :PP) AND HOLY FUCK. THOSE GUYS. BASICALLY JUST OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG.

OMG.

(oh, and. Excuse me, but DAVID'S ASS IN THOSE JEANS. HOLY FUCKKKKK.)

yeah, so. thanksboys for the best evening ever. <3

oh, and people? YOU TOTALLY ROCK, I WOULDN'T WANT TO SIT OUT IN THE COLD FOR 5 HOURS WITH ANYONE BUT YOU!! ILU YOU ALL<33

dear brain,

1) yeah, that's right, make me fall asleep at 2 AM and then wake up at 5 AM and refuse to let me fall asleep again, why don't you. Thanks a fuck, really. 3 hours of sleep? are you frickin' kidding me?! I've been sleeping 3 hours/night for the last two weeks now. What the heck is wrong with you? I'm gonna have a frickin' nervous breakdown if you don't stop that, you freak of a brain.
seriously. 3 hours of sleep before the frickin' gig? you can't be serious. oh, I'm gonna be so hyperative, it's not even gonna be pretty.

2) also, wtf. put the frickin' idea of posting death!Junes in my head in the middle of the night, gee thanks. and then work further on the idea and actually make me POST it?! fuck. whose idea was posting that sucky fic anyway? omgosh I so don't like it. and I just said omgosh. damn. but srsly. what the heck.

//me

Dear my mind/my body/my teeth,

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??!! ALL I'M ASKING FOR IS ONE SODDING NIGHT'S SLEEP AFTER FECKING BEING AWAKE EVERY FUCKING NIGHT FOR A FUCKING WEEK AND A HALF, BUT STILL NO! NO, NO, NO! YOU ENJOY THIS, DON'T YOU?! YOU ENJOY SEEING ME SUFFERING AND BREAKING DOWN IN SCHOOL AND CRYING DURING THE FECKING ENGLISH LESSON AND FREAKING OUT AND DRINKING SOME FRICKIN' CANNED SOUP THAT SMELLS LIKE PIZZA BECAUSE I CAN'T CHEW AND NOT BEING ABLE TO SLEEP?! WHAT THE FUCK?! AND I'VE BEEN EATING UP ALL MY FRICKIN' PAINKILLERS AND NOW THEY'RE FINISHED AND I HAVE A BIG BIG PAIN AND NO WAY TO GET IT AWAY 'CAUSE THE SODDING CHEMIST'S OPENS AT FRIGGIN' 8.30 AND IT'S ONLY 7.45!!!!!! WTF?! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! JUST LET ME FRICKIN SLEEP YOU BLOODY THING!!!!!

[/hysterical rant over]

I'm okay. I really am. I'M O.K.

OMFGGGGGG 2 DAYS! 2 FRICKIN' DAYS!!! WTF!!!1 YAYAYAYAYYAYAYYY!

EHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHEIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIH
IHIHIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEIHIHIHHEHEHEHEHHEHEH OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I THINK I'LL DIE.

partly because I've only got one Burana left, but mostly because OMFG RYAN BRENDON JON SPENCER ILU SO HARD OMFG jdklJKJFHkjKJFALKSJDHGLKSHMNB A,MNBSGFDKJga,m frrrrrrreeeeeeeeakout EEEEEEP KTHNKXBBYE<3

PRETTY. ODD.

OMFG.

YES. YES. YESYESYES. JUST, YES. <3

how lovely. now I can't chew anything. so YAY, I'm on a friggin' soup-and-tea-diet until God knows when. FUCK.

anyone come to think about anything you can eat without chewing it? 'cause I need something other than frickin' chicken soup and dksjfhaalsndg,mnsmnbgaJHSDFKJHS kthnkxbye<3

Nosebleeding. NOSEBLEEDING?!?!!?! You've got to be FRICKIN' KIDDING ME!!?!?!

Fucking perv. Fucking perv whoÂ’d stolen my heart with all his fucking pervy-ness and apparently made me so obvious about it that, between Brendon and me (and donÂ’t think we havenÂ’t seen all those looks between our boss and little Mikey Way), Pete might as well rename the label Degaydence.



HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA OMG : DDDDDD this just saved this day from being totally wank-shit-buggering absolutely awfully horrible. thankyouuu Gabe for being so gay<3

I managed to smile at him. “Well, maybe you should just give in and become a flaming homosexual then, sweet-pea.”

He laughed, at which point I realized I had just said that out loud, Jesus fucking Christ and screw you, voice.