justanentry

It's that time of year again! :D :D :D
WARPED TOUR TWO THOUSAND NINE! OW OW!
Ah! I know this year's going to be great. It's going to be an amazing day full of amazing music with amazing bands and amazing people. Acts ranging from 3OH!3 to We The Kings, Settings and Bayside and Millionaires, Meg & Dia and Breathe Carolina, plus like 2,000 more. (No not literally 2,000 - that'd be ridiculous.) Ohh, July 23 is going to be a great day for Warped's 15th Anniversary. There's just one tinsy tiny problem...

I. Can't. Go.

Gar, I'm so disappointed about this whole thing that I'm using pirate euphenisms. NOO I wanted to go so bahahahaaad! Two of my best friends are going ("Mutual Friend" from previous entry and "AZN #2", or so we'll call her), so we were planning an awesome "Warped Trio" but hey, that'd be too easy right? That'd be too FUN right? Those were my exact thoughts. Tickets are only twenty bucks, I've got my two buddies plus about a million other kids from school, and a whole conglomerate of bands that probably kick live butt. But Mr. and Mrs. justanentry were "not thrilled" with the situation and deemed it to be too "questionable." That's parent talk for "We're concered that three sixteen year old girls who are too excited to pay attention would get snatched up and stolen forever." AKA Youz gonna get raped by muzik creepers.

Fine. I can respect that. Or at least that's what I told them. I have to be mature and understanding and responsible... so they'll let me go to the MuteMath concert in November.

Now with THAT out of the way I can continue on with what I had intended this entry to be about: Useless Ramblings.

BEGIN!


Starting off I'm just going to explain why I chose those particular bands out of the whole WT '09 lineup. 3OH!3 because they're a hilarious, rather scandolous band with a freaking awesome name. They sing "Don't Trust Me" which pretty much everyone in the english speaking language has heard by now. We The Kings because they're adorable. Come on, "Check Yes Juliet" is so cute. I love that song. Settings because of one reason and one reason only: Donny Evans. He is *cue choir music* gooorgeouuss~ Just take a look, www.youtube.com/watch. He's the lead singer (naturally). Bayside because even though I've only ever heard one song by them ("They're NOT Horses, They're Unicorns"), it's a great song with even better lyrics. Millionaires because, because... ha alright I have to stop laughing now. I can't even say anything. You have to watch them to see for yourself, www.youtube.com/watch. I know they're unattractive but the chorus literally makes me lol. (Coincidentally, Mutual Friend and AZN #2 absolutely love this song. Go figure.) And finally Meg & Dia and Breathe Carolina. I've seen both of them live at the Take Action! concert back in February, along with Arielle, Mutual Friend, AZN #2 and Unknown Buddy. (The reason I'm using annoying code names is because I don't know if they want their real names on here, but it's getting a little obnoxious so I'll just use their first initial, which I will specify following this paragraph.) But M&D and BC are great live and have some really great music, although they are very very different. Plus I have a Breathe Carolina shirt.  It's awesome.

Now, onto code names. Let me just specify here:
justanentry is K
Arielle is A (obviously)
Mutual Friend is C
AZN #2 is S
and Unknown Buddy is B.

And collectively we call ourselves Magna Craft for reasons unknown. (Yes I know it's a brand of binoculars or telescopes or something, but we don't really mind.)

So yes, there you have it. I could have gone to a killer concert with C and S, but can't. A and I are still very proud of our entries on each other (hers can be found here mermaids-from-neptune.blogspot.com/2009/07/shadowkat.html). And B just had an endoscopy, although she hasn't given me details yet and I'm still not quite sure what and endoscopy actually is... So while I go wikipedia 'endoscopy', here's a rather amusing text conversation I just had with C after she watched The Haunting In Connecticut.

K: *after listening to her petrified voicemail* Sorry i was on the lou when you called. You're not dying are you?
C: Nah i'm alive just too scared to shower
K: Aw haha. So the movie was good i take it
C: Scared the eff outta me
K: Lolol did you watch it alone?
C: No my mom watched it
K: And she didn't get scared?
C: No lol
K: Dang. Mama of steel!

Good night!

As I sit here and listen to the amazing Chase Coy, whose mesmeric voice just melts your heart into a puddle of adolecent mush, I am reminded of my good friend Arielle. Not because there's something about Ohio or because the highway miles seem so long (as Chase's song so affectionately proclaims), but because it's an hour to midnight and being that it's summer, our boredom is increasing. Thus was born the Yahoo! conversation that started in the 9 o'clock neighborhood and eventually lead to this entry.

We have decided to blog about each other. Just for funsies.

Ah yes, I remember the first time I met Arielle. Or at least I wish I did, because for the life of me I can't recall. I know we had a mutual friend and we were in the awkward days of 8th grade, but it kills me that I can't pinpoint the first meeting. Maybe it was in the hallway. Probably. She insists that I was introduced by our mutual friend, who then proceeded to say something about a popular anime at the time (because everyone has gone through the Anime Stage) and how we both have seen it.

Suuure Arielle, whatever you say.

But since that day Arielle and I have become amigos. We're going into our 11th year of school and still take solice in the dorky little aspects of our personalities. Like taking the Which Transformer Are You? quiz, and then comparing answers. Our procrastination is unparalled, which has its set backs no doubt, but is still very amusing. We share a deep love of the letters C and F put together, for 44 year old actors, for "robots in disguise", for our sadistic art teacher who overworks us, and, well golly I could go on. But I won't, because I told her I'd make a list. And I shall.


Things That Deeply Amuse Me About Arielle

• Her ability to scare the bageebers out of herself just by mentioning a dream that I told her I had years ago
• Her seemingly unending knowledge of just about everything
• She actually wikipedia'd what scientology was so she would be ready for my question when I asked it
• How she makes fun of my laugh, even though the world knows she secretly loooves it
• Her discussions on the future (which I thoroughly enjoy/support, by the way)
• Her dislike of anything ugly
• Her inability to make up her mind
• Setting the microwave on fire
• Not knowing that when heated, foil is flammable, thus setting the microwave on fire
• Laughing at my fat jokes and knowing who they are directed at
• Her ability to carry out a legitimate political conversation with me and providing intelligent opinions on the matter
• She is a mermaid
• How with the simple act of curling her hair, her entire personality changes
• Her mad video editing skillz (We rise together!)
• Her Popular Science subscription
• She loves to gossip as much as I do
• She puts up with me
• How she still indulges in the dorkiness that is the Elemental Weilders' Club and refers to me by my "element", and I by hers
• I can make her crumble with a single word: strangers
• She makes me feel like a freaking Nobel Prize winning author, even when I have yet to complete three measley chapters of my so called book
• Her comic, which she needs to finish
• RORO RAFAEL!
• She shares my love of funny words (like "fetish"), sexy redheads, and goggles
• She shares my love of sexy redheads WEARING goggles
• She loves X-Men
• Her favorite Superhero ever is my favorite X-Men, Shadowcat
• She actually, I don't know, likes me enough to admit that Shadowcat would in fact make a sick nickname for me... which says a lot
• She recorded arguably one of my dorkiest comments on her cell phone
• She actually thought about applying to SCAD with me when it came time, that way we could both be the stereotypical cutsie little art students we are at heart... complete with knit beanies and messanger bags
• "Water pickle"

I'm going to miss you next year. Because I love my azn.

*FACEPALM*

Oooh Mommy... You've finally succumed to the tweenish gluttony that is Twilight. You have been so strong up until this point, casting a questioning look to your co-workers when they start fangirling at the office. Rolling your eyes when you see more Twilight movie deals exploiting the front page of CNN when, oh I don't know, something important may have happened. Laughing along with me when I tell her how many Twilight debates I can start at school... with my teachers. *sigh* I guess it couldn't be avoided much longer, what with the entire series under our posession. But you want to know what the truely hilarious part of it is?

...I'm forcing her to!

That's right! I have convinced my own mother to indulge in my jaded humor once again, this time monopolizing a large portion of her brain with dribbly vampire goo. Of course it's satisfying to be able to vent to her my frustrations with my crazed schoolmates (hey, wouldn't you if they interupted your PB&J with their squeeling?), but lately I've realized that it's just not quite enough. I want to be able to make a reference to it and have her actually know what happened, instead of her just amusedly laughing to my brief boughts of cynical-ism.

So that's what she's doing right now, at this very minute. Ah, I'm so excited! I can't wait for all the snarky conversations we'll have together!

Now all I have to do is wait...

Because the movie was dynamite and the experience of being at a midnight premiere with hundreds of other screaming, jumping, costumed Pottertards was just too fun to sit still through, I feel the need to blog about my experience, beginning to end.

It all started on Tuesday 14th at 12 o'clock noon. I had just woken up and glanced at my phone. Twelve more hours! I thought excitedly, and proceeded to text that very message to two of my groupmates, Ginny Weasley and Cho Chang. They replied with an eager YAY LUNA IM SO PUMPED OMG

I was Luna Lovegood.

My wig came shortly after, and I forced it onto my little nine year old brother so that I could style it. Then I waited... and waited... and waited. I counted down the hours until 10:00, when Cho would come and pick me up. She brought along Ron Weasley (who incidentally looked GORGEOUS in this movie. He's really bulked up ) and everybody's pal, Cedric Diggory.

Because Cedric doesn't care if he already died. He'll show, and he did.

After taking a quick detour to Wendy's on the way (Cho needed to "urinate") and recieving rather scandolous looks from the weird gas pump guys, we were at the theatre. Throngs of people were outside, mostly muggles, but there were enough of "us" around to shake our growing awareness of how ridiculous we looked. We found a few more group members already in line, but because we're overachievers and bought our tickets online six weeks ahead of time, we skipped them all and took our seats in Auditorium 11. We sat in the front row.

And that was when we met the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Oh yes, there were there. And they were chanting. We walked into the Auditorium to a heart-pumping display of matching red outfits, capes with numbers on the back, broomsticks, and a vigorous "GO GO GRYFFINDOR!" that lasted for several minutes. Whenever one got up, the entire team would follow. I nearly got stampeded when I came back with my Skittles.

My groupmates were coming it at various times, so when our Hermione walked in, most of the room was already filled. People were mostly just chatting anxiously to themselves and, of course, watching any one new that came into the Auditorium. Which was great, because when our very own Hagrid strolled in, people started cheering. As they should have! He was by far the best. He had everything; the beard, the hair, the trenchcoat, the gut, even the umbrella. Hagrid proceeded to tell us that the drive here and the walk up to the theatre was humiliating.

Every so often someone would yell out "One Hour Left!" until it was down to "Five Minutes!". People were getting restless, and I was afraid of what would happen if for some reason the movie got delayed. But thankfully it didn't. The lights dimmed and everyone burst into a wildly excited, unified scream. I leaned over to Cho and said, "If I miss any dialouge I'm going to curse someone."

The trailers started. Out of the several trailers, there wasn't one bad one. They ranged from Robert Downey Jr.'s new 'Sherlock Holmes' film (Cho and I agreed that RDJ is "one damned good-looking 44 year old." Plus Jude Law is Watson, and I like Jude Law.), the Day After Tomorrow guys' '2012' film, 'Where the Wild Things Are', and so on.

Then...

The 'New Moon' trailer slowly starts rolling on the screen, and instantly the entirety of Auditorium 11 erupted into a very high, very feminine scream of absolute joy and obsession. I groaned as loud as I possibly could, but I couldn't even hear myself. They stopped quickly, though, because none of them wanted to miss a single moment of it. There were still plenty of "OH look at him!", but only when Jackson Rathbone came on screen did I perk up. (Don't think he's gorgeous? See for yourself: images.google.com/images) I thought my ears would recover, until a certain Jacob Black comes on screen, bare chested and all. Cue fangirls!

And you want to know the truely dissapointing part? It actually looks like a pretty good movie, once you get past the whole Edward/Bella thing. But hey, I'm not going to start a discussion. I fear for my safety.

FINALLY... the movie comes on. And it's awesome.

Ron looks amazing, Luna has a new hat, and the Quidditch scenes were fantastic. As always. It had more comedy in it than the others, but I liked it that way. I still think it should have been called 'Harry In Heat', because that was seriously what the entire feel of the movie gave off. Everyone was horny as I've ever seen them and it was actually pretty funny.

I do have one criticism of the movie, but I can't discuss it with you until later when it isn't considered a spoiler anymore.

Afterwards we stood outside the theatre and took pictures. We were all making fools of ourselves, looking like idiots and casting spells, when suddenly we turn around and there's a freaking video camera pointed at us. And not just a little rinky dink camera, like a suped-up television camera, with a guy behind it! I was like *facepalm*

All in all the night was extremely worth it, even the getting-home-at-3:30 bit. I would totally do it again if I could. And I just might! Mom wants to see it.