Reasons I am Excited.

Reasons I Am Excited for Going to College:

1. Independence.
2. Meeting people I saw at orientation again.
3. Using my new body wash.
4. Learning Japanese.
5. Going to a party school to NOT drink.
6. Finding clever ways to hide the picture on my ID card.
7. Boyz.
8. Swiping my card at the dining hall.
9. Playing UMassopoly...at UMass!
10. No more screaming babies.

Probably in that order.

One Ok Rock.

I found a song I like. You should like it, too.

:D

Liar by One Ok Rock

Standby

I am on standby until college. I have no opinions left.

Harassment.

I haven't been updating because I've been sucked in to the worlds of reading, The Keep, and Rappelz.

I had my first MMO-harassment experience.

So, this dude was on pk mode, and he started hitting me, and I was like "NO GO AWAY." He asked if I was a girl, and I said yes, then he was like "hold on getting it off," and I kept running away, and he kept chasing me, and then asked me if I wanted a pet orc, and I was like "No you jerk get away." So I ran to the teleporter and lost him.

Yup.

Server's Down.

Dear The Keep:

I'm sorry I decided to make lots of noise and sound this morning. I don't know if you're offended or scared or just comatose, but I figured that I would apologize anyways. I will make a list of things I like about you so that maybe you'll wake up again.
I like that you let me type in my purple font. I like that you let me ignore people who are annoying the hell out of me. I like that you refresh things automatically for me; it takes a load off of my mouse. I like that you let me use the backspace key on things that are not so funny, and display things that are funny because someone made a Freudian slip. Most of all, I like that you let me talk to people. Thank you, The Keep.

Love,
Shannon

I will never be hip.

Top That!

Screaming.

I am very picky about the music I listen to. Most often, I look for a gorgeous voice.

I do not listen to screamo or any kind of music with screaming in it. So, if you want to show me a song, please don't send me screams.

Why don't I like screamo? For several reasons:
-It grates against my eardrums.
-It ignites anger within me.
-I take it personally. I ask my music, "Why are you screaming at me? I have done nothing to do."
-I can't sing along to it.

Pretty voices are pretty.

Nothing to write about.

So, here's an unfortunate turtle.

The Keep (if you don't know what it is, don't read).

I used to do a thing called online roleplaying when I was younger. I frequented a site called The Keep and got to interact with all sorts of interesting characters. After a while, I started to get picky with what I wanted to happen, and bored with people who were uninteresting. So, I stopped RP-ing. I got busy in real life. Recently, I've gone back there, and I'm going to start roleplaying a bit (at least until school starts).

This is a post about things I dislike about profiles. Why? Because I can and I have no more ideas of what to write.

HATERS GON' HATE

-Listing all of your friends/acquaintances/family/spouses/whatever. If you've met people, awesome, but are you honestly going to RP with most of them again?

-Listing compliments on your profile. If it makes you feel good about your character, then post it where only you can see it. Reading how much other people like your profile is not going to prompt me to make one as well.

-Refusing to use spell check. You could be the greatest RP-er in the world, but if I see twenty spelling mistakes in your profile, I'm going to think you don't care enough to attract serious roleplayers and display your true level of intelligence. derp judgmental derp. Guess what, it does matter.

-Excessive quotes. If you have one or two, that's fine; most of the time, none of us have no idea what the hell you're talking about.

-Playlists. It's cool if your character was inspired by a song, but it's not cool if you've got ten different songs for ten different situations. I like MY music library. D:

-Stats (unless you do D&D-type RPs frequently). I don't know what it means.

-Declaring yourself the ruler of something in OOC profiles. You're not. It's highly likely that I've been here longer than you (I'm talking about you, Mainhallers. I was here when the MH was just starting to be declared OOC again!)

-Slaves in general, but, even more annoyingly, slaves who make a point of being extremely feisty and hard to buy. What's the point of being a slave, then?

EDIT: People who put lists of people they ignore are not cool, either. jerks.



If people from tK are reading this, I know you're going to agree and disagree with a lot of this. I don't really care, either way. I just need a filler post.

E-mail.

I e-mailed GACKT a while ago.

(part of it) "Do you think you will be able to do a North American tour before your career ends? I am sure you answer this question often, but I thought the answer might have changed since a European tour was possible. I saw MIYAVI live, and it was so awesome! I got to stand in the very front (and he saw me, haha)."

He answered.

This is how I feel.




______

FAQ:

1. Is that Gackt's real e-mail address?
YES.

2. How do you know it's his?
He has posted his official e-mail on his blog sometimes so that fans can send him stuff.

3. Is it Gackt or Gackt's staff?
Gackt.

4. How do you know?
BECAUSE I BELIEVE IN HIM.

Fandom (very unfunny).

So, I'm a fan of GACKT. (stop judging, I can feel it radiating off of you) Lately, he hasn't been taking super-good care of himself because he's been on tour and wants a nice chiseled body. So, fans are getting concerned about him.

See this? This is DUMB.

I'm speaking in general, here, so please don't think I'm obsessing over him.

Celebrities make their own choices. They have friends. Real friends. They have people they trust and probably someone who is responsible for their health. Still, they make their own choices.

It is not a fan's responsibility to take care of a celebrity. You make think you're entitled to because you've been the ultimatezomgfan for 100+ years, but you're not. You are not the celebrity, or even his friend. Maybe you could be his friend if you got the chance, but you're not.

It is not caring or touching for a fan to demand that a celebrity take a rest, then proceed to spam them into submission. That is not concern for the celebrity; it is concern for you and for all of your dreams being crushed. And now you're going to try to say that the celebrity is responsible for keeping your dreams alive? No. It is not their responsibility at all, and it is not right to guilt them in to submission. You are not a fan at that point; you are desperate and controlling.

If you are a fan, you are humble. You do not assume you know everything about the celebrity (because you don't; you only know their music, their videos on Youtube, and their blog entries, none of which equate to knowing a person's soul. they can try their best to show it, but you will never know their little habits, how their mind works, or how they feel 24/7), and you do not assume that you are the one person in the entire world mature enough to comprehend a being as fascinating as that celebrity. You're not. You are a fan. Maybe you are mature; maybe you are intelligent. But you are not them, and they are not you.

I'm not saying you can't have a connection with them. Maybe you have met them and maybe they do like you. But, you know what? You're still a fan. No matter how desperately you want to be fascinating enough to be noticed by them (and you very well could be, but they can't meet the 6+ billion people in the world and sort through them), you are still a fan. Celebrities love fans, but it is their friends, family, and beloved staff that know them the best.

I'm not trying to put down fans; I just want them to know their place. You can be a very loving fan, and celebrities do need fans to be celebrities. The things fans will do for their favorite celebrity is touching (like crying your eyes out for 4 minutes over justin bieber), but thinking you and the possibly millions of other fans do not have the authority to tell a celebrity what to do and when to do it. Celebrities are people, no matter how godly we may think they are. They make decisions. Not you.

Good fans should be supportive, not forceful.

Lists.

Lately, I've been lazing around the house, wondering what to do with my summer. I simply could not find anything to do without my friends around (who are in North Carolina). Then, I thought, "Wait! I'm better than those people who just sit around! I am an action person! I will do things this summer!" So, I constructed a list.

Lists = productivity. If I'm screaming, "I'M BOOOOOORED!" I can look at my list, who will then scold me for complaining of boredom when my list has 20 things for me to accomplish.

So, I've been getting stuff done. If you don't like lists, then this probably won't work for you. Also, if you can't take care of a goldfish, then you probably can't give your list the attention and care it needs.

P.S: blue shirts bring out the pretty in my eyes

EDIT: OH YEAH I MADE PANCAKES GUYZ (I was using the wrong pan)

Nurturing.

I'm a sort-of gamer. I can catch on to games quickly, but I'm very picky about which ones I play. Mostly, I play RPG's and nurturing games like Harvest Moon.

Maybe it's just my femininity; I don't find much fun in shooting things without a plot. In something like Final Fantasy, I know why I'm defeating a certain boss (no matter how obscure the reason). In a FPS, it's just like "RATATATATATATATATATATATA yayhe'sdead"

In games like Harvest Moon, I feel like I'm creating something. I'm growing lots of tomatoes for my farmer to sell so that he can get a cow so that he can get milk so that he can get a bigger house and have even more stuff and get married and have a kid and have him be a farmer, too. So, while you're bleeding on the floor and your screen is red because you're dying, I'm courting a wife and supporting myself financially.

Which one seems better? Choose wisely.

Pancakes.

I don't really have any opinions to voice for now, so I'm going to tell you about how I try to make pancakes.

I never actually make pancakes; I just try. I think I missed out on some gene in the womb that enables me to make decent pancakes. I can never be the perfect wife because I cannot make pancakes. They are a complex puzzle that is beyond me.

I understand how to make them and how to flip them, but somehow they never fall on the pan in a complete circle, or they half-stick to the pan no matter how much cooking spray or butter I put on it. Pancakes hate me...but I love them so much.

So, this morning, I decided to try to defeat the dragon.


First problem(s): they didn't fall in circles and they were too big. I put chocolate chips on them to make them me feel better.

So, I tried to fold the big ones over like omelets.


(...shut up)

Then, this perfect little angel came along:


I was so excited! It was circular! It was cooking perfectly! THEN IT ALL STUCK TO THE PAN.

I threw it in the sink, disgusted.

I'm using a different pan next time.

Shopping for Shorts.

If you want to look classy, shopping for the proper shorts is near-impossible nowadays. Most of them are probably as long as boy shorts (you know, the underwear?), or they're riddled with pointless tears and holes. Apparently, girls are supposed to show as much of their legs as possible without actually going out in our underwear. These kinds of shorts are even showing up in the little girls' section. It's kind of sickening.

A diagram of my dilemma:

Am I looking in the wrong stores? Where can I find nice shorts like these?

Those pockets are disgusting.

Violin.

I've played violin since I was about 10 years old. I didn't start practicing seriously until a couple of years ago. Naturally, I have a lot to catch up on. I've had private lessons, but, since she saw I wasn't exactly planning on making 'violinist' my career choice, she never really forced techniques on me. My main point is that my self-esteem in regards to violin is like a middle-school girl.

Last year, my music teacher asked me if I wanted to play the violin part for the school musical's pit orchestra. I accepted only after my private violin teacher said I would definitely be able to play it (Yes, that's how fragile my confidence is. Play me a linkin park song.). I don't feel like typing out the whole story (message me if you want the story, I guess); in short, I was among four players.

In one rehearsal, the clarinetist turned to me and said,

"You were so out of tune."

For some reason, this struck a huge nerve - like, the funny bone nerve.

First off, it's hard to change positions (lol innuendo but not really you pervs) when your hands are sweating, and violins have no guidance. Observe:


Don't get me wrong; I understand that each instrument, in its own way, is difficult to play. What ticked me off was that he apparently had no understanding of the fact that I have nothing to rely on except for my muscle memory and my sense of pitch. I heard a lot of wrong notes from him, but I didn't say anything; I just assumed it was difficult to play.

So, what I'm trying to say is, don't criticize someone if you don't know how to do it well yourself.

English Dubs.

I like to watch some anime sometimes. I'm not an otaku or a nerd or whatever. There are some that I like (Ouran, Rurouni Kenshin, Studio Ghibli stuff, etc), but, for the most part, I can't find many that interest me at the moment.

When I'm really bored, I'll browse the Cutting Edge section on my free On Demand thing. I think, "Hey, maybe something awesome is here!" Maybe there is, but I don't have enough patience to listen to more than five minutes of English Dubs.

I feel like a lot of dubbing companies (or whoever is responsible for it) don't take the time to hire natural speakers. Some voices are unnecessarily deep, and some are just way too annoying. They don't say the words with feeling. I can fathom the difficulty there must be in trying to translate and then fit the words to the characters' mouth-motions (my vocabulary sucks right now)...but, a little more effort would be nice.

Don't get me wrong; I know there are good dubs. A lot of Studio Ghibli stuff is that way. That's why I can stand to watch it in English.

For the most part, this is what I hear:


derp

House.

I used to watch House M.D. all the time. I thought it was awesome. I thought the episode where he goes to the SPOILERSPOILERSPOILERHGUFDSHGJKFHSGJ mental hospital was awesome. I thought, "He is going to change!"

Nope. Still a jerk and still a genius...minus the vicadin. What's fun about that?

I have calculated a formula for a typical House episode.

Cuddy: "House, I put you on a case for a runny nose."
House: "Normal. Send them to the clinic."
Cuddy: "But this patient's mucus is PURPLE!"
House: "Okay."

-to the brainstorm room!-

House: "Ideas."
Cameron (or 13): "MAYBE IT'S AUTO-IMMUNE."
House: "No."
Foreman: "MAYBE IT'S LUPUS."
House: "No."

-Lots of tests!-

Wilson: "Has it ever occurred to you that I pack my own lunch for me?"
House: "No."

-Patient defibs! More tests!-

House: "I've never seen this before."
Team: "What do we do?"

-House throws a ball against the wall or harasses Cuddy.-

House: "I've got it!"

-Obscure metaphor!-


It WAS auto-immune!

Swearing.

I have strong feelings about swearing...probably stronger than they need to be. I've grown to dislike excess negativity; while you can argue that swears are just words, they always have negativity associated with them (...most of the time). I judge people by how much they swear. I've even illustrated a graph for you all. See where you fall.


I also feel this way about people using the words 'gay' and 'retarded' as insults. Seriously...don't do it. It's offensive.

I'm not asking anyone to change. I just think there are better words to use.

I don't know. Maybe this is just because I'm a Pisces. We're very sensitive.

Nail Dragon.

I like to paint my nails, especially in a French manicure style. I think it looks classy and clean. I have never gotten a manicure, so I get those little do-it-yourself French manicure kits. For some people, nail-painting is a relaxing experience. This is not true if you are not ambidextrous.

Using the nail pen is the hardest, because I usually can't make straight lines. On my left hand, it's okay. I can just do it as slowly as I can. Eventually, I can get the line I want.

Then, I move on to my right hand. Logically, this means that I am now holding the nail pen in my left hand. This is very, very difficult for me. I hold pencils and pens abnormally in the first place (between my ring finger and my middle finger instead of between my index and middle); when I have to hold the pen the "normal" way with my left hand, it rebels. No matter how slowly I paint, I can never get the straight line I want. I resort to making dots. When I paint my nails with my left hand, this is how I feel:


I am at the mercy of the Nail Dragon.

Pointless headlines.

(I'm trying a new method of drawing on my new dry-erase board instead of using MS Paint...bear with me.)

When I watch the news, I want to be informed of everything going on in the world - even the unpleasant things. The news seems to think differently. They seem to think that if they only post horrible things, then people will stop watching the news. They will say,

"Last night, hundreds of people died in the aftermath of a magnitude 8.0 earthquake in China."

5 seconds later, they will say:


So, instead of telling me something equally useful, they tell me to look at a puppy.

If I wanted to look at puppies, I would go to the shelter.

Or Google.

Please tell me useful things, news.

Scary girl.

Lately, I've been subject to watching a lot of kids' shows, because of my two-year-old nephew and my three-year-old niece. These include Thomas and Friends, SuperWhy, Cyberchase, and Dragon Tales. For the most part, they're okay. I see the point in them.

At the beginning of shows On Demand, there's usually a commercial or two. In one of these commercials, I witnessed the most horrifying kids' show ever.

It is called Dirt Girl World.

Wth? What are these things? It's like an acid trip (I'm assuming, anyways). This would have been something even remotely interesting if the people didn't look so terrifying.

Whatever happened to nice kids' shows like Little Bear?

No-plait.

I hate Yoplait commercials.


Raspberry-cheesecake-flavored yogurt is not raspberry cheesecake. It is never going to be cheesecake. If you want cheesecake and you're on a diet, be the lady that's thinking about eating a really small piece of cheesecake.

Yoplait is not going to satisfy your craving.

Conservation (not conversation).

I like to conserve as much as I can. I try to turn off lights when I don't need them, I turn off electronics when they're not in use, and I bought one of those cool metal water bottles (notthatIuseitmuch). I'm definitely not the "greenest" person, but I try.

I get really anxious if I feel like I'm wasting stuff. I'm all, "Omg. this shower is too long.
People in Africa don't have fresh water. They're going to HATE ME." I know this isn't true, but it's how I feel deep down inside. If I don't finish all of my food, I think of the starving people.
I still don't finish all of my food. The thought is still there. It turns in to a vicious cycle.

Then I think of something like this:


Yeah, we won't be alive for it (WILL ANYONE? 2012?), but it's still a good idea to, you know, make life better for your kids in the future. So...try to conserve as much as you can, even if it's something like throwing the can a little to the left so that it lands in the recycling bin instead of the trash can.

(PS: I'm going to be at college orientation for the next few days, so I won't be making entries.)

Peachez.

My mom loves to garden. She grows a variety of vegetables each spring and looks forward to eating them in the summer and fall. Her problem is that she doesn't like to use insect sprays. As a result, some of her plants get eaten.

Last year, we planted strawberries. We didn't expect them to bear fruit this year, but they did. My mom was super excited to pick her first strawberry.


Whenever she went to pick one, it was gone.


Eventually, we found out that squirrels had been eating them.

This year, we have an even bigger problem. My mom planted a peach tree years ago that never flowered or bore fruit.

This year, it's doing both. She was super duper excited.

Problem: some sort of bug is eating the peaches.
Evidence: Little holes are in the golfball-sized peaches and the juice is flowing out and crystallizing.

Question: WTH EATS PEACHES? Google doesn't help me at all.


If you have a solution to this, please leave a comment!

Interpalz.

I joined a social networking site called Interpals a while ago. I figured the best way to learn Korean and Japanese was to talk to a native speaker.

It's a good site, especially since people who know Korean usually know English, as well. I've met some cool people and at least one good friend.

Every once in a while, I'll get a message or a friend request. That's fine; I can ignore those. Sometimes, the same people view my profile over and over, which is a bit creepy. I only get really freaked out when I get comments like this:



wut?

That hardly ever happens, though.

If you want to learn a language, see if someone online can help you. It's probably not the best way to learn how to speak it (unless they have Skype), but it's a lot more effective in the sense of learning how people your age speak.

Speaking of music (...I was, in my mind), here's a cool song that a cool dude named teajzharu made!

MONORAIL

Give him lots of views so he'll make more songs!

GIANT COOKIES.

This is my dream from last night.

I made a GIANT COOKIE like the one my brother had yesterday (only ten times bigger),


and I let it cool on the counter in its enormous cookie pan. I went to go do something, and when I came back, my ginormous cookie wasn't there anymore! My dad had used a make-smaller-cookies cookie-cutter to make normal-sized cookies out of my huge cookie.


I said, "Dad! I wanted the cookie to be BIG!" He said, "Sorry."

Omelette Adventure.

Last night, I had a brilliant idea. In order to be more efficient as an independent woman, I needed to learn how to make an omelette. I had tried a few months before with an epic failure, because I used to worst recipe EVER.This time, I prepared myself. I asked my mom and dad if it was okay. I watched a professional chef on Youtube. Armed with the knowledge of only seeing an instructional video once and asking my mom which kind of cheese I should use, I was ready.


Step One: I mixed two eggs with some salt, pepper, and a few drops of water (that's what the chef did).

Step Two: After melting some butter in the pan, I poured the eggy mixture into the skillet.


Step Three: This is where some stuff started to not be exactly like the YouTube video. The guy used a spatula to push the already-cooked egg to the center to let the uncooked egg pool around it, but I think I let it cook too long, because not enough uncooked egg was filling in the space. So, I made some omelette holes (which are obviously not as delicious as donut holes). I tried to fix it by flipping it nicely, but the omelette's GIRTH was too large for my puny orange spatula. An awkward piece of cheese was left sticking out.


Step Four: It looks nice on my plate.


Step Five: I give it a 4 out of 10. I didn't put enough salt, used too much butter, and American cheese does NOT taste good with it, Mom. I was left with pockets of way too much cheese and non-pockets of no cheese at all! I need to practice. I can never be a successfully independent woman without making the Perfect Omelette.

Crazy Vampire Academy.

I have some crazy dreams. Places that are familiar to me are always warped in some way. I fabricate places, most of the time. People I know and people I don’t know are in them. I cannot lucid dream – in a lot of my intense dreams, I ask myself, “Is this a dream?” I always reply, “NOPE!” So, lucid dreaming ain’t gonna happen.

One dream I had a couple of years ago stands out from its sheer detail and length. Most of the time, I only remember snippets. I still remember 90% of this dream (I would have remembered 100% if I hadn’t thrown the notebook away in which I wrote it down). This is the Crazy Vampire Academy Dream.

I’m a lowly human servant piece of scum. I am in a seriously dark room with a low ceiling and a pile of wooden crates. My servant buddy and I are dressed in pitch-black robes. We’re laboring around some furnace, and I’m telling my buddy that I want to escape. She talks about how people have done it before, but most often gotten killed. She tells me that in order to get out of the servants’ quarters, I need to wear the mask that vampires wear to their test room. She hands me the mask she was going to wear. I’m scared for her, because I’m afraid that she’s next in line to be killed (which happens frequently to human servant scum). Just then, a storm cloud forms near the ceiling, lightning flashing through it. A stout, black-robed man emerges from it. He’s some Overseer in high power. He’s doing a survey of the servants. He sees my Mask and tells me to hurry to my testing room.

The testing room turns out to be on a really high floor in a cement building. The walls are dank and dirty and stained and CEMENT. The window is a rectangle that takes up most of the far wall, glassless. There’s a pale yellow butterfly flying around the room. Supposedly, the test is to kill the butterfly in a certain way and take its wings. I don’t like this idea. I like butterflies. I try to help the butterfly escape, but it dies when I accidentally brush its wings with my fingers. Panic shoots through me – what if they find out I screwed up and kill me? I lean out the rectangle window to see if anyone noticed. There’s a Grim Reaper guard that noticed, but his pace is like a slug. I bolt out of the room.

Now I’m in a school-like hallway. This is the classroom part of the Vampire Academy. The hallways are lined on the inside by glass, with four elevators in each corner. I’m trying to find the fastest way out, because if someone notices that I’m an outsider, an alarm will sound and I’ll be killed. I notice one of the classrooms is open, and a kid looks up and sees me. He asks his teacher about me. I bolt for an elevator as the alarm goes off, but then I realize that it will take too long. I jump into the shaft and sort of float down. THEN I WOKE UP.
At this point, I am upset that I had to endure such a horrifying experience. I told my friend about it, hoping he would feel some sympathy, but this was his reaction:


NOT COOL. It was terrifying. If you think escaping bloodthirsty vampires is COOL, then we can never be friends. Sorry.

bag.

At the miyavi concert, I was lucky enough to get near the front of the line and get to the merch table quickly. I bought a tote bag and a shirt. I have become unnecessarily attached to the bag in particular. I've been using it as a purse. I have tried to go out without it, but then I feel this slight pang of anxiety, like:What if they want to know how the concert was? What if they want to know if the myth is true - that he EXISTS? What if they want to know about his new singles? It is my duty to tell them! So, I've been walking around with this semi-fashionable bag that could be very easily stained, glittery miyavi kanji and all sticking out.

In reality, this phase will only last for a few more days.

Thank you.

So, I work at an ice cream/grill stand. It's easy, since it's my third season working there. Now that I've gotten the hang of things, I've started to notice the little things like how people get banana splits at 9pm and we have a beaver living in the stream. One thing I've noticed in particular bugs the hell out of me. There is a distinct lack of 'Thank you.'

I'm aware that I get paid for my job. I try to do it with a pleasant voice and a smile. I make your order correctly and as quickly as I can while still being efficient. Ice cream makes people happy. I am making your ice cream. Therefore, I am making you happy. SeewhatImean?

I mean, I could have had a sudden impulse to pour bleach in to your cone. I think THAT deserves a 'Thank you.'

Thank your servers. It makes our day better.

myv.

Last night, my friend Russ and I went to see Miyavi in Boston.

It. Was. AMAZING.
I've been telling people that all of the good luck in my life was saved for that one day and that I'll never have any luck again after that (sorry, GACKT). First off, there was hardly any traffic going in to Boston, because all of the rednecks were on their way to see Nascar in NH. We got there in about an hour when Mapquest said it would take an hour and 40 minutes (I might have sped a little). We found the place without getting lost; parking was the next step. I went down a side street, and, VOILA! A space with a PARKING meter. For the PUBLIC. And we didn't have to pay after 6pm...so parking cost about 75 cents. :D We got Subway because it was the only place without a sign in Korean (weird part of Boston...). Then, we waited in line. We were really close to the front; I came with the impression that the show started at 8 and the doors opened at 7, but I WAS WRONG. Doors opened at 8 and it started at 9.

Waiting in line was a bore, but then Russ started talking to this nice Chinese lady for about an hour. When we finally got in, I was able to get to the merch table right away (got a shirt and a tote), then we went to find spots in the tiny nightclub. Hardly anyone was there yet. I picked a first spot with a lot of tall people, then realized the guy next to me was drinking beer. I was not going to stand next to a drunk guy. So, we moved to the other side of the stage...and THERE IT WAS. A Shannon-sized spot right in front of the stage!!! I snagged it and was like ghrueshgfjdhsgjks! MINE!!! I stood next to this awesome chick that I started a chant with. myv was late, you see.

So, the show started. He is such an incredible performer!!!!!! I have NEVER seen anyone with so much charisma and that knows how to work an audience. I'm not even kidding, I made eye contact with him at least three times. If he didn't, I'm really surprised. I was the only one in my area NOT wearing black, and I was right in-freaking-front of him. It was so funny to see him mess around with his drummer and keyboardist. It was obvious that myv was tired, but he did the entire show and he was all enthusiastic. :D Yayyy. Funniest part: towards the beginning of the show, some of his hair fell out. He held it up and had this look on his face like "WUT DO WE HAV HERE?/?/?/??" Then he put it on the keyboard. Classy. Anyways, it was awesome (even though I got disgusting water poured on me), and I'm experiencing post-partum depression right now...I want to go back so badly. This list isn't in any particular order, but these are the songs i remember him playing:

SURVIVE
SuperHero
Ame ni utaeba
Shouri no V-Rock (the towel song? I don't know if this is the right one)
BOOM-HAH-BOOM-HAH-HAH
Please Please Please
Are U Ready to Rock
Kimi ni Negai wo
Two new songs (one of which was written only a few days ago, so we were the first ones in the world to hear it!!!)

ENCORES:
What a Wonderful World
Neo Visualizm

I hope I didn't miss any. 13 seems about right. I'm trying to preserve this in my memory as much as possible, because I tend to forget concerts. Not that one. I'm going to sound so fangirl-y, but when I made eye contact with him, I was like "I AM UNDER THIS MAN'S POWER." xD He just soaks up the attention. I sincerely hope that I can see him live again.

Now I just have to see GACKT live...if I do that, I can die peacefully. xD

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