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AHAH FRONT ROW AT PARAMORE SO FUCK YOU ALL!! :P AND WTF BEST FUCKING GIG EVER OH MY GOD TOTALLY FUCKING NOT ELOQUENT WHAT OMG!! AHAHA AND I HAVE THE 'WE WERE BORN FOR THIS' T-SHIRT AND IT'S PRETTY AND GORGEOUS AND I LOVE IT AND IT ALSO SMELLS BECAUSE I WAS SWEATY WHILE IN THE FUCKING FRONT ROW AT THE FUCKING PARAMORE GIG AND OH MY GOD YES I'LL STFU NOW BUT, ONE LAST TIME, FRONT ROW AT PARAMORE HOLY FUCK (%/&¤/&%¤/&%¤/&%¤(%¤TFJHGFJGFDJHGCF JSYK GUYS!!

/insanity

Ahem. Yes. So, PROVINSSI WAS FUCKING AWESOME, WHAT. AND WE HAD SUCH A GREAT TIME WITH ANNA+SALLA+HANNA AND ILY ALL MADLY YEAH JFYI. <3 And then we saw fucking Billy Talent, even though me and Hanna went on a waterhunt and left Anna and Salla to stare at the boys, AHAHA, AND THEN WE SAW FOO FIGHTERS AT FUCKING 8TH ROW )&/6/%46757/&%86¤/97&8%¤9#/%¤i&/)(& JSYK.

/incoherency

YEAH. And now, BOUNTZ + PYRO + PICSPAM OF GAY. KTHNKXBAI.

(YES I KNOW IT'S OLD AS FUCK SUE ME. :P)

Okay, so. First, from a Hush Sound myspace bulletin:

Q: Tell us about your craziest touring experience.

GRETA: On the 2006 Panic Tour, we played the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach [JUNE 24TH]. After the show, most of the bands and crew walked a mile to the beach and, having not brought our swimsuits, decided to swim in underwear or totally nude. Bob and I opted to skinny dip and, at one point, he was trying to get back to the shore but the waves were crashing over him and he was gasping for breath. I yelled to him, 'Bob, are you going to live? As much as I want to help you, we are both naked so I can't.' (Would have been far too awkward). Thankfully, he survived in one glorious piece.

(Just a little note: AHAHAHAHAH GRETA/BOB SQUEEEEE!!! ^____^
Ahem. Moving on.)

THE NEXT DAY (or later that night), June 25th, Ryan Ross posts this journal entry:


6-25-06 01:21:28 PDT - (No Subject)

The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight.the salt burned you right out of my eyes.and secrets weÂ’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.

Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath.
this is why I walk to the ocean.swim with jellyfish.I may never get this chance again.
this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss.
If you want to cry you should cry, and
if you want to live you should live.
You donÂ’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it's for lovers (orjustfriends)
This is why I do it.


RYAN ROSS YOU CANNOT DENY THE FACT THAT A) YOU'RE GAY B) YOU TOTALLY SCREWED BRENDON URIE IN THE SEA/ON THE SHORE C) YOU WROTE A SONG ABOUT IT LATER (see: 'Behind the sea' by Panic at the Disco) AND D) YOU ARE GAY. OHAI I ALREADY MENTIONED THAT. WELL FUCK YOU IT'S WORTH MENTIONING AGAIN. Just, guys. y/y/mfy?

Anyone who dares to tell me that 'Behind The Sea' isn't about this and/or blowjobs shall be bitten. :P

Däni. sanoo:
OMGGGGGGGGSH
but, i warn you, they're MAD AS RABBBITTTSSS !
Phrida sanoo:
AHAHAHAHHAHAHA
I bet they are!
...and AT IT LIKE RABBITS, TOO.
Däni. sanoo:
cause they have NINE IN THE AFTERNOON !
Phrida sanoo:
(I'm sorry, I kind of could not skip that pun : DDDDDDDDD)
Däni. sanoo:
and they think THE DAY CAN MEET THE NIGHT !
Phrida sanoo:
AHA! and they HAVE FRIENDS IN HOLY SPACES!
and they FOLK AROUND BEHIND THE SEA!
Däni. sanoo:
YEAH ! AND THE NORTHEN DOWNPOUR SENDS ITS LOVE !
Phrida sanoo:
WHOOPEE!
Däni. sanoo:
AND THE PIANO KNOWS SOMETHING, THEY DON'T !
i'm the piano.
Phrida sanoo:
ahah YES : DD
AND THE PIANO ALSO KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE SEEING
Däni. sanoo:
O.o how's THAT possible?
Phrida sanoo:
...BECAUSE THE PIANO HAD THE WORLD, DUDE!
Däni. sanoo:
OMGGGGGGGGGG !
Phrida sanoo:
THAT'S how!
Däni. sanoo:
THEY'RE SO STARVING !
gotta buy food to them <3
Phrida sanoo:
OMG! The green gentleman has run off to get them food. <3
Däni. sanoo:
ZOMG
Phrida sanoo:
BUT THEY ARE STILL STARVING, BECAUSE THE GREEN GENTLEMAN GOT PAS DE CHEVAL-ED (IDK what that means, but it sounds cool) BY THE HANDSOME WOMAN!!
AND TAKEN AWAY TO THE MOUNTAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CABINS!
Däni. sanoo:
ZOMG ! WE'RE ALL GONNNNNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Phrida sanoo:
YEAH
COME BACK, GREEN GENTLEMAN!
Däni. sanoo:
ZOMG ! WE GOTTA HAVE HIM BACK !
Phrida sanoo:
YES!
Däni. sanoo:
I FOUND HIM !
LOOK ! ->

//*changes icon*//

Phrida sanoo:
:'''DDD
is that... PETE WENTZ there? : DDDDDDDDDDD
Däni. sanoo:
it's the green gentleman ! :'DDDD
yeah :'DDDDDD
it's THE GREEN GENTLEWENTZ !

ZOMGGG DÄNI IS A MAGICIAN!

AHAH guys my day was made of fail. (You are gonna LOL so bad when you read this, jsyk. :DD)

I was at work, taking care of the kid (feeding him ice cream, what!), sitting on a bench, when a 50+ drunkard in a too big wintercoat sat down beside me. I was all "...?", and the kid just munched on his icecream. (Ungrateful bastard. :P) Then the guy started blabbering, something about midsummer and drinking and stuff, and then I told him that I don't drink or smoke and he went all "...varmasti sulla on JOTAIN paheita! *wink wink*" and I was just EWWWWWWWWWWWW. :P and then he told me he thought single, teenage moms were 'really sexy', and that's when I decided to bolt. Like, FAST. :D
and, anyway, then I was with the kid and built a sandcastle and showed him boats and ducks and stuff, and then we were in the park and he was playing beside the carriage and I was sitting on a bench (again; benchs in general seem to be unlucky for me) when a 50+ crazy old lady glared down at me (and what's with all these old people stalking me anyway? :P) and went all "young lady, are you responsible for this kid?" (in Finnish, DUH) and pointed down at the kid. I just went "...um, yeah? *confused face*".
AND THEN! YOU GUYS! this crazy, nutters woman started yelling at me - all arms waving like windmills and red in the face - about how I am ruining my life and what an irresponsible girl I am and how I probably am sleeping around a lot and how I've destroyed my whole future and how could I allow myself to get knocked up at my age?, and what's with the youth these days anyway when they're all just at it like bunnies and that that's how tragic cases like me happen and can't I see what's gonna become of my future when I had a kid at sixteen, and how -
and she went on and on and on and on about it for about 7 minutes, and I was just totally fucking gobsmacked and couldn't even reply to her, I was so shocked. I mean, guys, WTF. WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF. :''''''D
so, after seven minutes of constant ranting, she finally had to break for air long enough for me to tell her that "um, excuse me, but I am just the kid's babysitter." and MAN, guys. you should have seen her face! LOL :DD (but, then of course I couldn't resist it, so I just went "and SO WHAT if the kid would have been mine?!" and she got so shocked she just spluttered and ran away. LOL.)
I mean, JESUS. *headdesk* :P
and then when we went for another walk down to the boats, the kid totally yelled "MUUUUM!" and I had to pick him up and hug him and stuff, and of course everyone around us thought he was mine. and four working guys (30+, and NO JENNY THEY WEREN'T FIT, THEY WERE UGLY. and NO THEY WEREN'T DRUNK EITHER, WHYDDYA THINK PEOPLE WOULD HAVE TO BE DRUNK TO HIT ON ME?? :P) totally whistled after me when we left. *headdesk xEternity*

so, yeah. GOD HOW WACKO HAS THIS DAY BEEN. I give out a teenage mum-vibe. SHIT. : DDDD
(this is long as fuck. sue me. :P)

HOLY JESUS CANNOT BREATHE AHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH(...)AHAHHAHAHAH I CAN'T BREATHE : DDDDDDD

“Your name is Bob,” Frank repeated. That was so awesome.

“Yeah.” Bob looked sort of confused.

“And you’re secretly not mean at all,” Frank added, delighted.

Bob scratched his head. “I guess,” he said. “I don’t want to be mean or anything. People just kind of leave me alone.”

“That’s awesome,” Frank said. “I’m small, and no one leaves me alone ever. So I’m going to stick with you from now on.”

There were a bunch of ways Bob could have reacted to that. He could have yelled at Frank to leave him alone, or laughed at him, or punched him in the face. Frank was sort of prepared for any of those.

Instead, Bob looked mildly embarrassed and shrugged. “Okay,” he said. “I guess.”

Frank fell a little bit in love.

HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THIS?

(see earlier post)


DO YOU NOW? - 2:56 D.Poynter / H.Judd

- As this is a completely independent review and i can choose what i want to review, i will not reveal any lyrics or anything about this track at all, apart from 6 words and a rating:

SEXUALLY EXPLICIT.

SOUNDS LIKE THE KOOKS.

10/10



SEXUALLY EXPLICIT. WRITTEN BY H.JUDD AND D.POYNTER. LET ME BREATHE, PLEASE. JUST, LET ME BREATHE. I AM TOO YOUNG TO DIE. I AM TOO MUCH ENGULFED IN THE PUDD PUDD PUDD PUDD PUDD PUDD PUDD OVERLOAD TO DIE. BREATHE. BREATHE.

HARRY AND DOUGIE WROTE A 'SEXUALLY EXPLICIT' SONG TOGETHER.

BREATHE. BREATHING IS USEFUL. BREATHING IS IMPORTANT.

*keysmashes into all eternity*

CANNOT BREATHE CANNOT BREATHE AM FLAILING EMBARRASSINGLY MUCH. Massive joint freakout in mcfly_daily. YEAH.

HOW HOW HOW HOW CAN THEY MAKE US WAIT FOR IT SIX MORE WEEKS. I FEEL LIKE KICKING SOMEONE.

*flails embarrassingly much more*

YEZ, I AM SPAMMING MY OWN DIARY. SHUT UP. EMPHAZIS ON 'MY OWN', DUDE. :PP