With special guests: Breathe Carolina

You know, in the first place, when I heard about this show, I didn’t want to go. Until I heard that The Rocket Summer was gonna be on it. I just adore TRS. So, we get to the day of the show and I decide, fuck it, I’m gonna go. So I stood in line with David, Kaytee, Sarah, and Trevor for forever while they tried to decide whether or not they should let the freezing kids into the venue or not. Dicks. All of them.

We get in, take our places.

Artist Vs. Poet comes on. DNW. I’m sorry. I just don’t like them. Lead singer boy is freaking gorgeous. Other than that, I absolutely don’t want to listen to them all that much. They’re okay. But not stellar. Honestly.

A “pit” broke out, and my friend Trevor decided to show them what a real one was. So he starts jumping and moshing. STEPS RIGHT ON MY RIGHT FOOT. You know, the one that was semi broken last time? I’m pretty sure it’s full blown broken now.

AVP goes off, My Favorite Highway makes their way on. I fall back to another section because I’m in pain and really don’t give a fuck about this band. So I sit back for My Favorite Highway (Not bad. Guitar boy looks like NPH), sat back for Sing It Loud (semi love them), Breathe Carolina comes on. WTF IS WITH THIS SHIT ASS “BAND?” I mean, really? They started up a smoke machine, which I couldn’t breathe in. I don’t think anybody could. Then their dumbass screamer starts jumping around and doing these ridiculous pig squeals that just made me want to die. THEN THEY STARTED A LASER SHOW. A LASER SHOW. This wasn’t even their tour, yet they had the nerve to bring all their pompous and arrogant bullshit technology. And dear Keytarist, it’s called shampoo. Get you some.

So after that, we all fell back to get some water, bathroom, regrouped in the lobby, ETC. I go to meet Nate Flynn. I told him my name, we talked, then he was checking his twitter and said, “What, did you say your name was October? Is this you?” and showed me his phone with an update that said, “@NateFlynn, thanks for showing Memphis your tits.” He said that was his favorite. Hugged me. Then started saying something about Irish Glory because of our hair.

Walked with Sarah to meet the dude who was doing keyboards for SIL because he was awesome with a Boston hat to boot. She asked for a picture and I asked if he could turn his hat to the front because we love Boston. Then I said something about it was a shame Boston didn’t get through to the series and that I love them. He held out his arm, pointed to it, and said, “You go here.” and hugged me.

Then TRS. LOL, I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE, OR WHO YOU LIKE, TRS FANS ARE THE BEST FANS AND THAT’S A FACT. So we’re waiting while they’re setting up and Bryce starts playing every instrument as an introduction to “Break It Out.” Then the whole band comes out to play with him, and I look over and there’s a little boy, on his dad’s shoulders, wearing a TRS bracelet, singing every word. He couldn’t have been more than like…five. And we’re standing next to this little riser out in the back of the crowd and we see a flashlight come forward and Bryce hops up on this and plays “Maps” by the Yeahyeahyeahs. I swear, I think that is what love is. Love is seeing one of your most favorite artists playing acoustic of another one of your most favorite artists right next to you and you seeing all of it.

Then FTSK. LOL, GO AWAY YOU DUMBASSES. Jon Cooke gets up on stage and says, “We’re so happy to be in Memphis. We’re from RIGHT next door in Dallas.” Um…last time I checked Dallas was in Texas, Memphis was in Tennessee, and there are two stacked states separating them called Louisiana and Arkansas. Either that or I’m just losing my mind and my geography is WAY off. Whatevs, I will defer to your expertise, JDouchebag. They played and acted like asses. The only one that was good/entertaining of that bunch was Kent. The rest of them can GTFO.

So it’s over and we’re getting ready to meet Bryce and hunger pangs hit us and Trevor and Sarah have to be home real quick. So Kaytee and Freddy are discussing iHop while I meet Neil Patrick Harris’s wannabe. I didn’t get his name. Didn’t comment his set. Just told him he looked like Neil and got on my way.

We drove out of Memphis listening to ADTR. Saw a dead body after a car wreck (OMG, you guys, car wreck. Though, I doubt the body was dead. Paramedics were reviving him/her/it and they seemed to be responding), some bitch cut us off, we blasted ADTR, got to iHop. Ate too damn much. We get back out and somebody had parked their fucking hummer so close to Delilah, one movement would’ve flipped that bitch over on top of her. David got pissed, started screaming about, “FUCK JOHN MCCAIN” because there was a McCain/Palin sticker on the back of it. So, we get into the car, and blast that Obama rap with the windows rolled down and drive around iHop like that so that whoever the fuckfaced Hummer owner is knows OBAMA WON.

Then Kaytee was gonna rear end some bitch whose bumper sticker said, “CAUTION: I DRIVE LIKE A CULLEN,” she didn’t and kind of regretted not getting those bitches to take a picture of all of us together. David was too, “NO! THE LITTLE CUNTS DROVE OFF LIKE A CULLEN!”

So, anyways, I’m sore-ish. My foot is killing me. And because I couldn’t meet Bryce last night, my new friend Sarah gave me her TRS poster that she bought. I’m serious you guys, I think I love her.

Anyways, too long to read. Feel free to skip over.

In the library. Explaining E=MC2, 2012, Y2K+7, and the DaVinci Code.

I think we’re gonna start a book club. Awesome-sauce. That’s what we are. :D

Bananigans.

OHHHH, what now?

I hate research papers. I HATE THEM. ALSO, HIGHER GROUND COFFEE IS THE ABSOLUTE PITS. Seriously, I asked for soy milk and they gave me real milk and the “coffee” was mostly milk. And they were playing Christmas Music. Let’s not go back, k Jon?

melapoo:nosferatued:metamorphmagus

I bawled like a bitch when Spock “died” in Khan. I cried every time HRG got shot. I cried when Hiro was diagnosed as DYING.

sisterspock:flugelhorn:fuckyeahbasterds

 OMGOMGOMGOMG. MY TWO FAVORITE DIRECTORS/IDOLS. HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE? I CAN’T EVEN. I JUST CAN’T. MY HEART HAS LITERALLY STOPPED BEATING. ASK JON.

PS, I absolutely adore that JJ is a martini man. This just further proves my point that he should, in fact, be my best friend.

With Jonathan. Lord, get me through this research paper. Just, get me through. Mmkay?

Seriously though, I shouldn’t even be on here, yet I am. HERE I AM. AT THE LOB. Being a total jackass. Looked up my research topic. They have one book about it. IN OXFORD. Do you know how far away Oxford is? Pretty far away. Boring little college town. BORING. LITTLE. COLLEGE. TOWN.

As for my life, Jonathan loves me because I speak my mind and I’m straight. LOL. New best friend. NEW. BEST. FRIEND.

Gonna go drool over the skeletal system. See ya.

You like Sam Worthington? Yeah, you do. You like Anton Yelchin? OH YEAH, YOU DO. Have both, on a silver platter.

LIKE THE ANGRY FIST OF GOD.

I CANNOT WAIT ANY LONGER FOR THIS MOVIE.

Sam, and his other half.

LOL, sweetie, what is your hair?

This man, GAH! Zachary Quinto and Karl Urban and David Wenham are like the only men who rival this man’s beauty. BUT THIS MAN. THIS. MAN.

UNF.