norma jean on halloween :]
okay. norma jean = the best band ever. that concert was so great. it was in a small place and the stage was a foot high. when norma jean started, everyone went fucking crazy and me and a bunch of other people got pushed up onto the stage. i screamed "walking to wall street in a straight jacket" into the mic. i was going crazy and the singer held the mic up to me. he is so cool. he does these hip shaking, dancing things. i think he kind of looks like matt. the tight jeans and the long hair and the chucks.
at the end of memphis will be laid to waste i screamed these words. they mean alot to me.
he laid emeralds in her eyes but i'd already tried a bracelet made of gold and a scarlet thread around her wrist. everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs, "oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss." we painted crooked lines, but danced in perfect time, to a love so much refined, we know not what it is until like a dullen wine, we pour into a grief we've known before, but never quite like this. NEVER QUITE LIKE THIS. all i know now is regret. it follows like a silhouette, along the cobbelstone behind me, but has nothing to say except to innocently ask, her voice delicate as glass, "do you see me when we pass?" but i continue on my way.
yeah. the whole thing was being taped so i think i got in it. one guitar guy and the bass guy had bunny suits on and the drummer had this creepy smiling mask. i got their shirt and got the singer to sign it and i talked to the guitarist. i needed a night like this so bad. i let so much anger and so many emotions out. kenz's boyfriend was there. or at least i think it was him. we kept looking at eachother. that just made me even more pissed off, so i had more to scream out during norma jean. its upsetting to think about them. fuck. it hurts so fucking bad to try to accept what it would be like to see them together somewhere. i hope i never fucking do, so... moving on. i drove von and chris home and yeah, of course, we got lost and we were 10 minutes from pa when we turned around. hahaha. fun fun night. and o yeah... vons a cutie.
at the end of memphis will be laid to waste i screamed these words. they mean alot to me.
he laid emeralds in her eyes but i'd already tried a bracelet made of gold and a scarlet thread around her wrist. everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs, "oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss." we painted crooked lines, but danced in perfect time, to a love so much refined, we know not what it is until like a dullen wine, we pour into a grief we've known before, but never quite like this. NEVER QUITE LIKE THIS. all i know now is regret. it follows like a silhouette, along the cobbelstone behind me, but has nothing to say except to innocently ask, her voice delicate as glass, "do you see me when we pass?" but i continue on my way.
yeah. the whole thing was being taped so i think i got in it. one guitar guy and the bass guy had bunny suits on and the drummer had this creepy smiling mask. i got their shirt and got the singer to sign it and i talked to the guitarist. i needed a night like this so bad. i let so much anger and so many emotions out. kenz's boyfriend was there. or at least i think it was him. we kept looking at eachother. that just made me even more pissed off, so i had more to scream out during norma jean. its upsetting to think about them. fuck. it hurts so fucking bad to try to accept what it would be like to see them together somewhere. i hope i never fucking do, so... moving on. i drove von and chris home and yeah, of course, we got lost and we were 10 minutes from pa when we turned around. hahaha. fun fun night. and o yeah... vons a cutie.