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HELP!!!

2007-04-26T09:38:47Z

I'm working on a project for my composition class, and I need the scan of the article in the Tampa Tribune about Jared breaking his nose. I have it on my photobucket, but they're doing site maintenance. I need to go to class in 3 1/2 hours, and I know it's 4 in the morning, so NO ONE is going to read this, but eeeeeeeek! If anyone can help I'd really appreciate it!!!

I made anudder purdy...

2007-04-19T10:28:32Z

Weird fuckin' day...

2007-04-17T03:50:10Z

I'd be okay if I didn't have to keep reliving this...

Lie awake in bed at night
And think about your life
Do you want to be different?
Try to let go of the truth
The battles of your youth
'Cause this is just a game

It's a beautiful lie
It's the perfect denial
Such a beautiful lie to believe in
So beautiful, beautiful it makes me

It's time to forget about the past
To wash away what happened last
Hide behind an empty face
Don't ask too much, just say
'Cause this is just a game

Everyone's looking at me
I'm running around in circles
A quiet desperation's building higher
I've got to remember this is just a game

So beautiful, beautiful...

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I've been thinking of everything
I used to want to be
I've been thinking of everything
Of me, of you and me

This is the story of my life
These are the lies I have created

I'm in the middle of nothing
And it's where I want to be
I'm at the bottom of everything
And I finally start to leave

This is the story of my life
These are the lies I have created
I created

And I swear to god
I've found myself
In the end

In the end

This is the story of my life
These are the lies I have created

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Familar Words to many... but to me there is more than just melodic tranquility and hypnotizing rhythm.

I was a student at Columbine Highschool in April of 1999. I was a freshman, and the tragic events of today have hit home in a fashion in which I cannot portray with any justice through writing.

When I sat down in front of the TV, the water on the stove boiling in anticipation of some yummy vegan spaghetti, I was confronted with all too familiar images. The time and place are both very different, but it was as if the achor had read the events from a script that I myself might have written.

The same faces flashed across the screen, and again, I found myself sitting in front of the television in a small apartment in Littleton Colorado.

I cannot express my sorrow surrounding todays events. My heart goes out to all those caught up in the chaos that is this senseless violence.

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I'm sure my face would be pictured directly next to the word "WHAT THE FUCK" in the dictionary.

I suffered a relatively painful episode today. PTSD, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, sucks balls. No other way to put it. Your body reacts while your brain sits back and watches, unwilling to do anything about it, and it's a BITCH. Here's the irony.
There was a concert event in town today, while I'm not one to regularly attend Christian concerts, there was a special guest. Crystal Miller. Crystal was also a student at Columbine durring the shooting... I haven't spoken to anyone who was there at Columbine since I left Colorado in May of 1999.

I called my Mom, I actually wanted to beat her to it, because I knew if she called me, I'd be an emotional wreck. She asked if I wanted to come home, to be in familiar surroundings, but since the first thing I did was 'pop a bottle' I couldn't drive, so she came and picked me up. My phone rang off the hook, and I must express my appreciation to all of you who called in your concern, even if I didn't actually answer my phone... I love you all. Thank-you. I tried calling into work, but basically ended up blubbering into the phone while my very confused general manager only agreed because he knew SOMETHING was wrong if I was that hysterical.

We drove out to Oak Grove, and I found someone who looked official and explained who I was, and was swept away into the wonder backstage area, that I find myself so often.

Phil Joel walked by. That was weird.

But as I rounded the corner, my eyes met with another girls who was standing amongst the press. I knew it was Crystal.

There is a burden that one can see in anothers eyes only if they have also carried it.

We hugged, and the tears flowed. I haven't spoken to anyone else who was at Columbine since I left Colorado just a month after the shooting. I was an experience I'll always take with me. She is the ONLY person I have EVER talked to who actually understands what I feel and what I've been through. I was touching.

I'm actually choosing not to post anything else. It was a very touching and personal experience that reminded me that I am not alone. I am not the only one who suffered. I am not alone.

I made sumpthin purdy...

2007-04-14T02:56:28Z

The depression is beginning to set in...

2007-04-10T14:52:03Z

So today is Tuesday. Just another boring, ordinary, not quite the beginning or middle of the week. It's just fucking Tuesday, but exactly one week ago, I was sitting on the very cold hard floor of the Winnipeg Convention Center awaiting my 3rd and final 30 Seconds to Mars concert.
It all seems still a dream, a distant memory belonging to someone else. I was, and am so fortunate to have had the chance to experience what I did. However. Now that everything is 'back' the mundane, the ordinary, life has seemingly become so inadequate in comparison. The two ends of the spectrum are truly incomparable. While I understand that I am just a pawn in the game of life, that perhaps I am destined, like the billions of other insignificants on this planet, to live out a cookie cutter life, now that I've tasted what CAN be, can I accept my own destiny?
It is said by poets and dreamers that one must create their own destiny. Was this the eye-opening-bitch-slap-in-the-face that I needed?
Accept the Mundane... do nothing, find security in the life that is set before me...
Or give the fates a big finger, scream "FUCK YOU" and cut my own path.
I want to feel the way I did last weekend everyday. And today? I feel nothing close to the euphoria that was.
I got up at 3:30 this morning to write a paper, and went to class. Leaving class, I threw my headphones on and played "A Beautiful Lie". For anyone who's been to any of the Taste of Chaos or headlining dates from this last tour, you know that that was the first song on their set. My stomach fluttered, and I smiled. For no reason... it wasn't fleeting, it lasted throughout the song and even as I sat down on this computer, however, when it was over. I felt nothing. I HATE THAT. I HATE NOT FEELING. Being a drone, just another face on the street, just a person, to everyone else I have no name.
I refuse to let this be my life.
I'm changing my stars.
Thanks 30 Seconds to Mars, you bastards have fucked up my life in a beautiful way.

Fuckin Work...

2007-04-09T06:59:24Z

Sucks... I like to be around people, but stupid fuckin people piss me off. Here's my list of I HATES for working as a waitress...

Kids+Crackers=HELL

STOP RIPPING YOUR STRAW WRAPPERS INTO MILLIONS OF LITTLE PIECES AND LEAVING THEM ON THE TABLE.
On that note... don't rip them into a million little pieces, and then BLOW them off the table in a nice litle "Snow Storm" Bastards.

I told you the plate was hot, and you still decided to touch it. DON'T BITCH ABOUT IT BEING HOT.

The ketchup is on the fucking table already.

Don't bitch about the water being warm when you ask for a "Water with no ice".

I only have two arms.

When I say, "I'll be right back with your ranch", don't ask me for some fucking ranch.

No, I will not stare at your steak on the grill and bring it to you the SECOND it hits the fucking plate.

"Excuse me, my medium rare steak that I ordered is bloody"...

Don't order a water and a pop... that's just fucking stupid.

NEVER EVER Say: "Water's all around"...

I don't want to hear your entire fucking life story. If I wanted to know, I'd ask. And I ain't askin.

If you smile, and are nice and pleasant to me, I will do everything I possibly can to assure that you get the best service I can offer you. I will go above and beyond to make sure everything is not only good, but that it's great... the same goes for the other end of the spectrum...

NEVER EVER EVER Say: "Here's a little something for you" and hand me two quarters on a $50 bill. I understand that you grew up in the dark ages when dirt was new and God was a boy, but I'm a college student working for $3.45 an hour with $2,000 in tuition and 4 hours of sleep...

Don't play with your food... (Suzie) HA!

NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EEEEEVVVVVEEEERRRR Snap your fingers at me... they will be broken.

Quesadilla is pronounced Case-a-dee-ya... not Kways-a-dill-ya... it wasn't funny when Napoleon Dynamite did it, and it still isn't when you do.

Ciabatta: Repeat after me: Chuh. Bah. Tah. Not Seeya bate a. Get some fucking culture.

No, we don't have reubens or baked potatoes or cheesecake... nor anything else that's NOT on the menu for that fact. So don't ask for it.

I have duct-tape in the back, and I'm not afraid to use it in 1,001 different ways. Remember that.

TOC Winnipeg and saying goodbye...

2007-04-09T06:08:27Z

I woke up on the other side of the border early in the morning. The boys of 30 Seconds to Mars had been in customs for a LONG time, and we finally decided to hit the road... We got into Winnipeg alright, but damn... Canada is confusing as FUCK! Maybe I'm just some stupid American, but whatever, we got there and no one was hurt...

Once inside the Winnipeg convention center I crouched under my HUGE jacket (As pictures in the Q98 posted pictures) and just chilled for about 3 hours in line until we were let in... we were in the front of the line, so I got right up against the Gate... I looked up, and in the window...(Alright, so the Winnepeg Convention Center, you walk into basically an oversized gymnasium with rooms around the upper edge)...And there was Tomo, so I handed my water to my room mate and headed over, I stood under the window and waved, he kind of looked at me weird, and then smiled and waved back, he turned around and said something to someone behind him that I couldn't see...

So I walked back to where my room mate was, and as I looked back over, here he comes to the side stage... So I head back.
I stood next to the curtain, and he popped his head through and smiled "Hey Babe! How was the rest of your drive? I didn't see you!"
I told him it was good, but that I was fuckin' tired, but couldn't wait for the show... I also told him how sad I was that it was the last concert I'd get to see for a while and he asked if they went on tour again if I would follow, and naturally I said of course, he came out, gave me a HUGE bear hug, kissed me on the side of my face, in between my nose and lips, but not quite on my cheek *Blush* and said "Stay sweet" and walked back behind the curtain...

I retook my position back on the "Front Line" while my room mate walked to the back, I grabbed her camera...

The bands were GREAT.... Chiodos was entertaining as ever, and Craig was looking mighty fine in his TIGHT shirt... *Sigh*... where was I?

I got a facefull of Aiden's lead singer when he jumped in the crowd... Literally, the waist of his pants was pressed firmly against my forehead, so you can... well, you can imagine the rest... he kind of slid down and I was squished between him and like 6 people who were trying to get to him... and please, don't feel any pity for me... haha... it was great...

Saosin was just as good as they were on the 30STM headlining dates, I caught a pick from Senses Fail... but seriously, I wasn't there to see any of the other bands...

I spotted Kenny as he was setting everything up on stage, I yelled his name, and he pointed and smiled, then walked to the side of the stage, grabbed a bottle of water, gave it to a Security guy, and pointed to me, and he came over and gave it to me... The people around me were really confused... priceless...

They all came out on stage, Jared last of course, and Tomo came out and pointed right at me, cause I was standing right in front of him platform, Shannon even pointed and blew kisses at me at a few points throughout the show.

Jared threw himself on top of me as he jumped into the crowd, I got a brief shot of this, just before impact, LOL, there's pictures posted...

At one point, it got a little quiet, well, more than usual, and I screamed "Fuckin-A! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!" And Jared stopped and looked at me, and just smiled, it was such a 'Dear Diary' moment, he chuckled under his breath and continued...

The crowd, I hate to say. Sucked ass. They were like a bunch of neanderthals. There was little to no love between people, I guess that's what you get when it's not a headlining tour. It was obvious they weren't Echelon.

After the show (I didn't even wait for The Used, I wasn't there to see THEM, I was there to see 30 Seconds to Mars...), since I wouldn't be following the band on tour anymore, I stood in line for one LAST signature... (I'm up to 5 from Tomo, 3 from Shannon, and 3 from Jared)... I threw my hoodie down on the table and Shannon grabbed my hand and smiled again, I thought was going to cry, so as I moved down the line, I told them "Thank-you for the best weeked of my entire fucking life." Tomo winked and waved, he almost looked sad... *sigh* he took a moment and held my hand as well... and Jared said "I'll be seeing you soon kiddo" and then he pulled his hand over he face (the same thing he did at the Des Moines concert... when I was wearing my mask in the crowd, he pointed at me, and pulled his hand over his face in acknowledgement... he did the same thing when he noticed my mask on top of my head durring the signing and again in Fargo durring the meet and greet...) and one last time, I bumped fists with Jared, and I turned the corner, and was gone.

I hated getting in that car... It truly has been the most amazing weeked of my life. I got to actually spend time with my favorite band, I wasn't just another person through the signature line, they knew my name, and they knew my face...

It was a life changing experience that I will never forget for the rest of my life.

I wish I could bottle the euphoria that was this weekend, to actually be genuinely happy every waking moment. It is our experiences that shape who we are as people, and I believe that I have truly turned a new leaf, so to tomorrow, I say, may the sun forever rise and set with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. Remembering the days of my past, and looking forward to those in my future. I am tired of sitting back and watching life pass me by... I actually LIVED this weekend, and did not simply exist.

Thank-you Shannon for being everything I hoped you would, personable, friendly, humorous, clever and sexy as hell, to Jared for remaining reclusive and adding mystery to the tour, but being so genuine in the few moments we had together, to Tim for jumping in with both feet and rocking the fuck out of your bass, and to Tomo, my new friend, for being so fucking cool... you all rock my world daily, and I didn't think it was possible, but I am an even bigger fan now...Sincerely, Thank-you.

Provehito In Altum.

My night with Tomo and Tim

2007-04-09T06:07:42Z

Haha, you read it right...

We left Fargo pretty late, I couldn't really tell you what time that was at, but we got in a brief nap and as we were waking up, Jared was in the front of the bus waving to everyone, he came out for a couple of minutes and talked to everyone as I sat in my car, waiting, and as he got back in, he pointed to us, and did the 'follow me' wave. I started to laugh and turned on my car... (I have glyphics in the back window, and my car is painted, so it was really obvious who we were... again, pics to follow soon...)

We hit the road just as the snow storm was hitting... it was really hard to see, and at some points, I couldn't see the fuckin' road and had to focus on the lights of the trailer through the whiteout... we got to Grand Forks, about an hour later, and the bus pulled over to a gas station... I got out and walked in, at the same time, in walked Tomo and Tim through the other door. Well, to be more accurate, Tomo threw himself through the door screaming like a little girl because it was so cold, and Tim stood outside smoking until the cashier told him there was a smoking room inside. They joked about 'what they could smoke' in there...

I started looking around, I grabbed a sprite, and turned around, and there was Tomo, in my face. Huge Grin. "Hi". LOL... He asked me my name again, shook my hand and " introduced" me to Tim, the 'new' bassist since he wasn't at the meet and greet... he really needs to eat a sandwhich, skinny fucker that one, but cool as hell...

I asked him how it was going and he told me he was freezing his nuts off. We chatted for a little bit about the concert, etc... and I grabbed a rockstar out of the cooler, and headed over to the coffee...

"Coffee, Rockstar AND sprite?"

"The sprite's for my roomate, the coffee is for me NOW, and the Rockstar is for when I reach the point when I can't keep my eyes on the ass end of your trailer anymore."

He laughed and then...

"Here"...

He bought my drinks.

I FUCKING LOVE THAT GUY!

I thanked him and told him that I'd see him later and went to the car... I snapped a quick pic of Tim...

I would've taken more pictures of these little moments that I had with the band, but I wanted to respect their privacy... so I did take a couple as they were walking away, or inside, or whatever...

I sat in the car for about 3 minutes, and thought I had to pee... so I went back in...

Me- "I know ya'll are gonna be here for a while, and I have to piss, so, where's the bathroom?"

Tomo- "Yeah, we're gonna be here for a while, in fact we're never leaving"..."Bathrooms around the corner..." He smiled and did this little butt-shake thing...

Back in the car, I thought about how I had my plate (from my Guitar) in my purse, cause I initially wanted them to sign that instead of my mask... so I grabbed it and again, went inside... The cashier finally asked about who they were and took some pictures of them on her camera phone, and I walked right up to Tomo.

"Alright..." I said, and he looked at me... "Can I be a real pain in the ass fan?"

He laughed "You're not a pain the ass, what can I do you for?" then he threw his arms around me again.

"Would you be willing to sign this for me?" (Hands over plate.)

"Oh, fuckin-A that's what I'm talking about. Let's see, it's a fender..." and then Tomo and Tim went on to talk about Mexican strats and 11's and sliders, etc... it was awesome, we discussed guitars for a while, I told him what I had and what I played and he was actually interested, especially when I told him I had an Ovation Celebrity Full-backed Acoustic/Electric. He leaned against the counter, and we just talked, he's occasionally hit my arm to make a point and soon I was grabbing on to his jacket I was laughing my ass off so hard... He finally signed the plate and asked me if I wanted him to forge Jared and Shannon's sigs as well because he could do them "Extremely Well..." I laughed and said no... we conversed in a little more side banter before the bus driver finally came in and said that they had to go... (Oh, by the way, this was all around 4:00-4:15 in the morning when it all began...) so we went on, outside, he told me that going through customs with them might get a little exhausting and told us that we should go ahead, and that they'd catch up with us, then asked how long of a drive it was, we hugged, he kissed my cheek and we parted ways, with my Rockstar and Coffee awaiting...

2nd Night of Marsy Von Roadypants... Fargo edition...

2007-04-09T06:06:38Z

Alright, details are running a bit together, so I'm going to try to keep everything straight.
After the bus FINALLY got into Playmakers (How they got lost in Fargo? I'll never know...) we ran to my Mom's house in South Fargo where I finally got to take a shower. *Smile*.
Coop from Q98 called and said that if I didn't get a phone call by 4:30 or 5:00, not to worry, because they 'didn't forget about me' they just needed to work out some details. I told him that Kenny was expecting us, because we had already told him we'd be there, so we won't worried in the least. So we headed up to the apartment to get ready.
Coop called back around 4:15 or so and told me I needed to be at the Venue door NO LATER than 6:10... so we left the apartment and headed to Autozone because I wanted to paint my car... I have pictures. Will post later.
I broke my fucking key.
I'm not joking, I used it to pop off the lid of one of the cans and it just broke, so I'm freaking out, because by this time I have 40 minutes to get to The Venue at Playmakers for Meet and Greet goodness...
I called my uncle, we ran to my apartment, I threw the contents of a "shit box" on the bed, found the keys and ran back downstairs... it only took me 2 minutes, and we were headed to meet the band. Again. Up close. Personal.

So I finally get to the Venue, and there's a line, I get a phone call telling me to wait by the Q98 car, we're all shuffled into The Venue, and again, like 15 ft away is Shannon and Tomo.

We only waited about 5 minutes, and they walked in, Shannon first, he walked down the line, and I swear to God it took all of my strength not to tackle him... he came over, and we started to take pictures, but there were issues with the camera, so we just stood there, arms wrapped around each other... chatting... it was... unfucking believable... So I have several pics of me just chilling with Shannon, at one point, we're just kind of cuddlin' listening to other people talk, laughing... it's great, I'll get it up soon... he wrapped his arms a little tighter around me, and copped a feel... I didn't really do anything about it, because... it's Shannon Leto, I've had FANTASIES about this man copping a feel, I sure as hell wasn't going to say anything now that it actually happened, he just looked at me, and acted all embarassed, but in the picture that was taken right after, he has the BEST "Naughty Boy" face...

But in the mean time...

Tomo came over, and we started talking, he just pulled everything out of my hands and just started signing shit... one after another.

Tomo- "Hey! You're the girl who's following us! How was the drive?"

Me- "Yeah, we're the strange car that's following you..."

Tomo- "We never said you were strange"

Me- "Well, then it's a self-given title"

Tomo- "Right on"

So then I went on to tell him that we were following him to Winnipeg and he thought that was awesome and then he talked about us at WalMart, and the gas station and then about the show in Des Moines etc... just a nice fuckin' guy.

I took a picture with him, and he thought it sucked, so he grabbed the camera from my room mate (Who I took with me) and he turned on the flash, Jared snuck into the picture at the last minute... The pictures are posted... He looks like a hyperactive chipmunk... it's great...

They all signed my mask, each one asking if I was the one with it in Des Moines, and I just smiled and nodded. They all thought it was "fuckin' cool" or so they said... Jared said it was nice to see me again...

So yeah, hung out and talked to the guys for a while, then they 'had to go'. Damnit. So out into the cold we went... if anyone was at the Fargo show, I was the one in the Echelon Hoodie and the White Pierrot mask walking up and down the line...

The actual concert itself was great... they played a few more older songs than they did in Des Moines, including The Mission, which I was fuckin' PSYCHED for!

I ran into a few people I knew, and a few more that I had met in Des Moines, my new extended family...

I also ran into Kenny, who, after I finally took off my mask yelled "SOMETHING-MARIE!" Because he was so trashed the night before, he didn't remember the first part of my name... the conversation went something like this:

"Kenny!"

"SOMETHING-MARIE!"

Ugh! "What's the first part?"

"Oh shit, honey I was SO wasted last night!"

"I know, I could tell, that's no excuse... who do you love?"

"What?"

"Who do you love?"

"I love LAUREN! LAURENMARIE!"

He hugged me, said "Thanks for being here Hun, have fun, see you after the show!" and he bounced off into the crowd...

It really was a great show, we didn't really hang around afterwards because it was so damn cold outside... but we did come back...

First night of 30 Seconds to Mars tour!!!

2007-04-09T06:05:42Z

Alright... where to begin... lets skip through the boring shit... We went to Minneapolis, then to Decorah IA, and then Des Moines... We got to the Val Air Ballroom around 4 and stood in line... blah blah blah... went inside, Saosin was great, then 30 came out, it was a fan-fucking-tastic show, I admit, I cried when they first came out on stage... I wore my Pierrot mask (spelling?) and stood in front of the stage (after FORCING my way up there) and Jared just STARED at me... a lot... several times... it was fucking crazy... of course, you have a sea of black and then this WHITE face? Of course it's going to grab your attention!!! He'd look at me, run his hand down his face and then point... But anyways, it's what happened after the concert that was unreal... I stood in line for the meet and greet, and Shannon, Jared, and Tomo signed my Echelon hoodie... I told each of them "I'll see you tomorrow"... Shannon licked his lips in a rather... uh... yeah, pornstar way and winked, Tomo just nodded, and Jared looked confused, and then he saw my mask on top of my head, smiled and ran his hand down his face like he did when he was on stage in recognition and then offered his fist... of course I bumped it... We hung around after the show with some fellow Echelon who rocked my fucking world... I had Ice Tea, Water and Veggies for all, and took a TON of pics... (They'll be up when we're finished with the tour) So the security guy comes out and tells us that the manager has called the cops because it's private property, and apparently there is a 1am curfew in Des Moines... which is just fuckin' stupid, so we headed across the street to the Bowling Alley parking lot and waited for about 45 min to an hour, until everyone left and headed back. There were NO cars... so, I parked my ass right next to the tour buses. We chilled in the car... litterally, it was cold as hell. We heard a cart being rolled towards one of the trailers that was hooked behind the buses, and here come two guys, about 15 feet away from where I'm parked, and it was 'some guy' and Shannon... haha. Shannon loads his own shit, that's awesome, he started to walk towards the car, but was called to grab another load. Not even 10 min later, here comes another group of people, Tomo, Shannon and like 5 other guys, just shootin the shit... 10 feet away from my car.
Another car rolled in and it was Tim, he jumped out and grabbed a cigarette feet away from us, and they all just stood there talking... as they started to walk away Tomo looked at my car and I waved, he waved back, and then Shannon pointed as us and pointed to his eyes "I'm watching you"...
So the tour bus starts to roll out and Saosin's bus is just sitting there, I pulled in behind the 30 bus and off we went, they pulled off of the highway only about 5 miles out, and pulled into the WallMart, and off they all come (except Jared, we actually never saw him)... and they started walking towards the WallMart, so I just parked... Kenny, the stage manager walks over to the car and introduces himself, asked how the show was, gave us some pointers when following the bus etc, shook our hands and asked us our names a dozen times, and said he'd be sure to remember us tonight...
So they all come out, shit loads of bags, it was a little... odd... lol... Shannon walked past the car and hit the hood as he past and smiled at us... Fuck me...
Tim walks out of the bus, looks right at us, and left a brown paper bag on the ground just outside the bus door...
But the driver came, picked it up, shook it head, and got back on the bus...
So we start driving... curious all to hell what was in that bag...
They stopped to fill up the bus with gas, and we ran inside to grab some caffine, as I'm standing at the cooler pulling out a Rockstar, here's Tomo... OH MY FUCKING GOD, COULD THIS NIGHT GET ANY BETTER??? We followed the bus through Iowa, Minnesota and into Fargo... This is great...
On the way into Fargo, the add on Q98 (the radio station hosting) talking about 30 Seconds to Mars, and I'm screaming "THEY'RE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!" and special guests Saosin "THEY'RE RIGHT BEHIND ME!!!"

So Kenny repeated my name SEVERAL times to make sure to remember it, and Tomo and Shannon already know who I am, so when I go backstage tonight, I'm just gonna yell "Hey! Kenny!", and he's gonna 'take care of us'...

7 hours on the road behind 30 Seconds to Mars, backstage passes tonight, follow them again tonight, and TOC tomorrow... I'm going to implode...

I will post more tomorrow, and will probably remember some more details about last night...

Peace out... gotta run, I need to wash my stinky-mosh-pitting ass...

Damnit...

2007-03-30T04:07:10Z

As if Facebook weren't enough, I was coersed into signing up for MySpace thanks to Mr. Chris Thompson... Fucker. And now... LiveJournal... Apparently, I don't waste enough of my time as it is...

So I'm only in the process to setting this up, if you know me, great, if you don't, there are very few things you NEED to know. I am a student, I am an artist, some say I'm a bitch, I just think I'm complicated. I am obsessive and passionate.

I am obsessed with 30 Seconds to Mars. - This information may come in hand in your future, remember it.