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I don't have time or energy to update this much anymore. Here's a journal from DA on July 25:
I got back from Vancouver on Friday but I have been too busy and lazy to write a fancy journal fo' yo'.
Grab a treat and a beverage because this could be long and exiting. It turns out some of you actually enjoy reading these, so, you are a winner today!
First off, we arrived in Vancouver on Monday and stayed in ~poofmongoose's grandpa's apartment, which was all windows and didn't have any curtains. It was also like forty degrees celcius. (Greennhoousseee). Tuesday: Warped Tour. Was AMAZING. I saw lots of bands and bought a ton of merch. Except I lost my Stiletto Formal shirt in the AFI mosh, I think. I am a tiny person, so I don't do so well in huge mosh pits. I was right up front(-ish) for AFI, but I wasn't able to get them my pictures. All the people around me thought they was awesome though. Before AFI came on I struggled to get my picures out of my bag and take my inhaler, but couldn't get to it and figured I would be okay. Davey looked perfect and pretty and amazing, of course. Anyway, back to pictures, the guys in front of me tried to toss them onto the stage but they didn't quite make it and landed in the security area. Then I started hyperventilating and had an asthma attack in the mosh pit, I couldn't breathe and I reeaalllyy hurt and everyone was asking me if I was alright, but I couldn't talk and for some silly reason I indicated I was fine. Anyway, I wasn't. I was breathing like that kid in that commercial where he deflates (LOL) and finally everyone opened a little circle around me (and I felt really bad that they had to go to all that trouble just for me) and someone lifted me up and I guess I surfed to the front, and then I was led to the ambulance thingy. But I went in front of Davey! Except I couldn't walk or breath and my pants were falling down, hahaha. The paramedic guy was trying to make my explain what was wrong but I could only breath all stupid fast and flop around. And my medication was in my backpack which was with ~Restricted-Impulse. So I drank a bottle of water and missed the last little bit of AFI's set. ): Then I insisted I was okay and tried to walk back out, but I stumbled in the wrong direction. D: And all of my friends had disappeared. And so had my makeup. I looked really scary. My friends helped me out though and I went and watched HelloGoodbye. Also, my pictures were gone so some random person probably has them now. The end. : D
The next two days were spend shopppiinnnggg. I finally bought a bullet belt, belt buckles, new boots, and vinyl pants. They are extremely shiny. And also very uncomfortable in this heat. ): My bullet belt weighs five pounds so it is now my hardcore exercise belt. And I went to Ikea and got furniture, yaay. Poofmongoose and I got matching desks. 8)
Friday we went home, it was also my birthday. The worst birthday ever. ): Mom lost my birthday present (a coffin purse/backpack), we had a lame lunch at White Spot (bt I made them give me a cardboard pirate ship), my aunt and uncle that just stayed with us for a week just gave me a card, and my parents bought my that Britney Spears "Curious" perfume, which I am allergic to. I liked the other kind (it smells sooooo gooood) but it still bothers me a little. Haha. I spent most of the night assembling furniture in my "studio". And my mom found me present in her suitcase. Then my boyfriend broke up with me. After like five months. Anyway, I decided to have my birthday again on Saturday because my real one sucked. So me and all of my bestest friends (minus a few) went to see POTC2 and ate cake. And watched Beetlejuice. And I got amazing presents from amazing people. So Saturday was a much more successful birthday.
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SO, in a nutshell, Void Graphics is doing well, and I've been left to do all of the work the summer because Deb is working and Alison is camping/in Vancouver, I'm apparently 16 now, I still need to get my L, Jon and I broke up, I have a new leather jacket, I still haven't gotten my extensions yet (maybe next week?) and I've started designing shirts for www.funeralmoonclothing.com. I'm also a new Ebay/paypal addict. Hooray!
I've also been having fantastical friend adventures, like going to see Snakes on a Plane and ordering a cup of sprinkles and riding five kilometers to the mall in a shopping cart.
My new journal will be here: http://vombie.livejournal.com/
I'll use it for random crap and photo updates, viewable by anyone.
This journal will be a time capsule now.
I got back from Vancouver on Friday but I have been too busy and lazy to write a fancy journal fo' yo'.
Grab a treat and a beverage because this could be long and exiting. It turns out some of you actually enjoy reading these, so, you are a winner today!
First off, we arrived in Vancouver on Monday and stayed in ~poofmongoose's grandpa's apartment, which was all windows and didn't have any curtains. It was also like forty degrees celcius. (Greennhoousseee). Tuesday: Warped Tour. Was AMAZING. I saw lots of bands and bought a ton of merch. Except I lost my Stiletto Formal shirt in the AFI mosh, I think. I am a tiny person, so I don't do so well in huge mosh pits. I was right up front(-ish) for AFI, but I wasn't able to get them my pictures. All the people around me thought they was awesome though. Before AFI came on I struggled to get my picures out of my bag and take my inhaler, but couldn't get to it and figured I would be okay. Davey looked perfect and pretty and amazing, of course. Anyway, back to pictures, the guys in front of me tried to toss them onto the stage but they didn't quite make it and landed in the security area. Then I started hyperventilating and had an asthma attack in the mosh pit, I couldn't breathe and I reeaalllyy hurt and everyone was asking me if I was alright, but I couldn't talk and for some silly reason I indicated I was fine. Anyway, I wasn't. I was breathing like that kid in that commercial where he deflates (LOL) and finally everyone opened a little circle around me (and I felt really bad that they had to go to all that trouble just for me) and someone lifted me up and I guess I surfed to the front, and then I was led to the ambulance thingy. But I went in front of Davey! Except I couldn't walk or breath and my pants were falling down, hahaha. The paramedic guy was trying to make my explain what was wrong but I could only breath all stupid fast and flop around. And my medication was in my backpack which was with ~Restricted-Impulse. So I drank a bottle of water and missed the last little bit of AFI's set. ): Then I insisted I was okay and tried to walk back out, but I stumbled in the wrong direction. D: And all of my friends had disappeared. And so had my makeup. I looked really scary. My friends helped me out though and I went and watched HelloGoodbye. Also, my pictures were gone so some random person probably has them now. The end. : D
The next two days were spend shopppiinnnggg. I finally bought a bullet belt, belt buckles, new boots, and vinyl pants. They are extremely shiny. And also very uncomfortable in this heat. ): My bullet belt weighs five pounds so it is now my hardcore exercise belt. And I went to Ikea and got furniture, yaay. Poofmongoose and I got matching desks. 8)
Friday we went home, it was also my birthday. The worst birthday ever. ): Mom lost my birthday present (a coffin purse/backpack), we had a lame lunch at White Spot (bt I made them give me a cardboard pirate ship), my aunt and uncle that just stayed with us for a week just gave me a card, and my parents bought my that Britney Spears "Curious" perfume, which I am allergic to. I liked the other kind (it smells sooooo gooood) but it still bothers me a little. Haha. I spent most of the night assembling furniture in my "studio". And my mom found me present in her suitcase. Then my boyfriend broke up with me. After like five months. Anyway, I decided to have my birthday again on Saturday because my real one sucked. So me and all of my bestest friends (minus a few) went to see POTC2 and ate cake. And watched Beetlejuice. And I got amazing presents from amazing people. So Saturday was a much more successful birthday.
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SO, in a nutshell, Void Graphics is doing well, and I've been left to do all of the work the summer because Deb is working and Alison is camping/in Vancouver, I'm apparently 16 now, I still need to get my L, Jon and I broke up, I have a new leather jacket, I still haven't gotten my extensions yet (maybe next week?) and I've started designing shirts for www.funeralmoonclothing.com. I'm also a new Ebay/paypal addict. Hooray!
I've also been having fantastical friend adventures, like going to see Snakes on a Plane and ordering a cup of sprinkles and riding five kilometers to the mall in a shopping cart.
My new journal will be here: http://vombie.livejournal.com/
I'll use it for random crap and photo updates, viewable by anyone.
This journal will be a time capsule now.