Hello, everyone. No one. Someone. Me.


Saturday September Fifth, Two-thousand-eight. Inglewood, Ca. A mass of black swathed goths descended upon the city like a plague, via cars, foot, transporter, ect. Slowly, they crawl down the city roads toward a massive circular structure off to the left, combat boots stomping, leather pants squeaking, moaning like the re-animated corpse of a teenager who died in 1995. Oh yes. Nine Inch Nails.




The show was absolutely amazing. The lighting was insane, beautiful, and slightly painful at some points. They played near THIRTY songs, and that is a feat in itself. "Reptile" live was the most mindblowing thing ever. "In This Twilight" was a perfect ender, and everything else was crazy. Amazing crazy. Cramazingy. There are no other words. (except I feel the need to mention that they played "Sheena Is A Parasite" over the speakers during the break between the opening band and NIN. I had a small squeally fangirl moment to know that one of the guys in NIN likes The Horrors. I also had small squeally fangirl moments anytime Alessandro was visible [which was, unfortunately, not much due to his location in the back corner of the stage where no light ever got to, ever. Sadface.]).

Ther were also a lot of people dressed really silly there. I saw a girl in a vinyl catsuit and a tutu. Not to mention all the chicks who looked like their bras needed bras, what with the giant lumps of flesh spilling out over their shirts. Uggh. And waaaaay too many corset-induced muffin-tops that I could handle. Oh and I think I saw the Joker.



School's going well. Most of my teachers like to talk a lot, which means less work for everyone! Guitar is depressing, in that people actually thing their piece-of-shit Squire is cool. Ever since I got my Telecaster, I've become somewhat of a guitar elitist and Fender loyalist. But Squires suck hard, end of story.


Les End.

so i haven't posted anything that has to do with my life, lately.


that is because i have no such life to post about.




last week was twilight camp. my days consisted of sleeping until 11, eating, then going out and bossing around little kids until 8. wheehoo.

i was at the spectrum today, and i saw the most horrifying thing ever.

i was sittin' in barnes, mindin' my own business and readin', when all of the sudden the WORST DRESSED LOLITA EVAR! walks by.

too horibble for words, i am reduced to MS paint diagrams.



LOLita. she had a little emo freind moping around with her, too. i wanted to barf.

(yeah, that's a typo thurr, and yeah, you know what i mean.)



EDIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: i just wanna say that right now, i'm eating chololate mochi balls and they are delicious and you are jelous.