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WTF. WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF.

NOSEBLEED AGAIN.

WTF?!

"stop running away." ("stop testing how far i'll follow you.")

school 8.30 -> 21.30 = WIN! \o/ (when about 45 minutes of that was actual school, yeah :P)

woop woop, we made a tree! We glued papers to kananverkko with glue that looked freakilshly much like, um... WHITE STUFF, and it was creepy and I've got it on my cheek and in my hair and yesh. I need a shower. hee. : D BUT HEY OH! IT WAS FUN!!

and also, finally I know how I look pregnant. FREAKY, let me tell you. F R E A K Y. it looked so real, I almost screamed. :ooo

HARRYS SUPER GLUE FTW \o/ DRAMA PROJECT FTW \o/ GREAT PEOPLE FTW \o/

"We had our first show of the tour 2 days ago, and the crowd was on fire. What a great way to start this tour, and to set the bar high for the rest of the shows.
After the show, pierre and i candidly headed to the merch table on our own, no security, holding the camera and went there to sign for everyone, with only patrick to oversee the whole thing to make sure no one gets hurt. I want to thank you all for being so nice with us. I mean, we have always been the band that stops to sign for the people that come to our hotel and that stick around after the show, and you have shown us one more time why we do it and how easy it is to do it. "

OH SEB. OH. ILU. <3

and also:

"weÂ’ve been busy traveling like crazy and getting this European tour started. The first show was last night in Helsinki Finland and what a way to kick off the tour!! The place was sold out and the crowd was amazing!! kitos palion!!(I know thats not how you spell it but thatÂ’s my way of saying thank you very much in finish!!)"

HEEEEEE PIERRE<3

OH GLEE. I HAVE MUDCAKE. <3

Bilvy's hair is still disturbing me more than it should. o_O

Okay, um. I have lots to rant about, and will do so in a few hours when I've finished (and started, hehee) making the lasagna, but I just have to say.

WILLIAM BECKETT. CUT HIS HAIR.

let me repeat that.

WILLIAM BECKETT CUT HIS HAIR.

WTF??????!!!!!!!!!

WHO THE HECK EVEN LET A PAIR OF SCISSORS NEAR THOSE GORGEOUS GORGEOUS BROWN LOCKS? WHO WAS IT?!? TELL ME AND I'LL KICK THAT PERSON'S SORRY ASS BACK TO YESTERDAY!!!!!! WHAT THE HECK??!! WHAT GOES THROUGH YOUR MIND, WILL??!! YOU LOOK LIKE FRICKIN' DAVID TENNANT!!!!!! WTF!! Okay, it looks fucking amazing on him (cause come on, what doesn't, really?), but still. OH WILLIAMS LONG HAIR, COME BACK. <33 -insert MASSIVE wailing here-

My Gabilliamsmut-mental images will never be the same again. : ((


Edit: WHY OH WHY AM I ALWAYS THE LAST ONE TO HEAR ABOUT THESE THINGS? He cut it frickin' 2 MONTHS AGO? WHATTHEHELL???!!!!

Okay, so. SIMPLE PLAN = BEST DAY, MOST AWESOME GIG EVERRRRRRRRRRRR!! OMFGOSH<3

3 autographs by Chuck (on the CD thing, on the ticket and on the T-shirt! -insert teeniegirl spazz moment here-), + a hug and then I talked with him for a moment, and aurographs from everyone else but Jeff. (JOKA ME NÄHTIIN RAUTTIKSELLA OMGOD!! HEHEEE! siis ei nähty oikeesti. :PP) AND HOLY FUCK. THOSE GUYS. BASICALLY JUST OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG.

OMG.

(oh, and. Excuse me, but DAVID'S ASS IN THOSE JEANS. HOLY FUCKKKKK.)

yeah, so. thanksboys for the best evening ever. <3

oh, and people? YOU TOTALLY ROCK, I WOULDN'T WANT TO SIT OUT IN THE COLD FOR 5 HOURS WITH ANYONE BUT YOU!! ILU YOU ALL<33

dear brain,

1) yeah, that's right, make me fall asleep at 2 AM and then wake up at 5 AM and refuse to let me fall asleep again, why don't you. Thanks a fuck, really. 3 hours of sleep? are you frickin' kidding me?! I've been sleeping 3 hours/night for the last two weeks now. What the heck is wrong with you? I'm gonna have a frickin' nervous breakdown if you don't stop that, you freak of a brain.
seriously. 3 hours of sleep before the frickin' gig? you can't be serious. oh, I'm gonna be so hyperative, it's not even gonna be pretty.

2) also, wtf. put the frickin' idea of posting death!Junes in my head in the middle of the night, gee thanks. and then work further on the idea and actually make me POST it?! fuck. whose idea was posting that sucky fic anyway? omgosh I so don't like it. and I just said omgosh. damn. but srsly. what the heck.

//me

Dear my mind/my body/my teeth,

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??!! ALL I'M ASKING FOR IS ONE SODDING NIGHT'S SLEEP AFTER FECKING BEING AWAKE EVERY FUCKING NIGHT FOR A FUCKING WEEK AND A HALF, BUT STILL NO! NO, NO, NO! YOU ENJOY THIS, DON'T YOU?! YOU ENJOY SEEING ME SUFFERING AND BREAKING DOWN IN SCHOOL AND CRYING DURING THE FECKING ENGLISH LESSON AND FREAKING OUT AND DRINKING SOME FRICKIN' CANNED SOUP THAT SMELLS LIKE PIZZA BECAUSE I CAN'T CHEW AND NOT BEING ABLE TO SLEEP?! WHAT THE FUCK?! AND I'VE BEEN EATING UP ALL MY FRICKIN' PAINKILLERS AND NOW THEY'RE FINISHED AND I HAVE A BIG BIG PAIN AND NO WAY TO GET IT AWAY 'CAUSE THE SODDING CHEMIST'S OPENS AT FRIGGIN' 8.30 AND IT'S ONLY 7.45!!!!!! WTF?! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! JUST LET ME FRICKIN SLEEP YOU BLOODY THING!!!!!

[/hysterical rant over]

I'm okay. I really am. I'M O.K.

OMFGGGGGG 2 DAYS! 2 FRICKIN' DAYS!!! WTF!!!1 YAYAYAYAYYAYAYYY!