I Want To Cry.

On my way home from work, I get a call from my mom. Apparently she is leaving. She will be somewhere in Orlando for some amount of time. Nothing is set in stone, except for the fact that she’s gone. She offered for me to come live with her, obviously forgetting that I have a life, and a job, and school. She even seemed like her feelings were hurt when I said no. This fucking sucks, and it is out of nowhere. God dammit.

-________-

Tomorrow is my only day to sleep in. Sears called trying to get me to work the 7am shift. My reply, “…………….”

I think I did well

on my tests today. My math test seemed very very easy, so hopefully I did well. Chances are, I failed. Bahh. But biology took nearly 3 hours to do. I was so stressed and everything. Soooooooo let us pray to Nicki that I passed it. Maybe with a… B?

I do NOT want to do homework.

Nor do I want to study.

DO I EVEN KNOW HOW TO STUDY?!

Nate hates his computer.

So, apparently E V E R Y  S I N G L E  D A Y is the first time I have ever opened iTunes. No matter what I do, my iTunes - when it first pops up - asks me to agree to the terms and services, wants to check if there are any updates since 5 minutes ago, and wants to know if I would like to see a quick tutorial on using the damn program. NO! I did all of this in 2006 when I first got my iPod, dammit! It is incredibly obnoxious. Plus, I don’t like the nine hundred and fifty-two tab-thingies it has on the side bar. Sooooo what does it do? Every time I open iTunes, they are back. -____- Cool. And as for the “magical” new Genius Sidebar… yep, it pops up at the start every single time.

WTF IHY GTFO LMTFA STFU NO UPDATES GAAAAHHH! D<

Nate loved last night.

So, the concert last night was SUPPOSED to be headlined by Jeffree Star & BrokeNCYDE. But, Jeffree was apparently too sick to go. Therefor, Blood on the Dance Floor was able to do a longer set. YES!

STEREOS: Their show was as good as it could be with the maybe 3 people that knew who they were. The music was good, even though it was a genre I would never listen to in my own time. Let’s just say, I was not bored with their show, as I usually am during opening bands. 7/10.

BLOOD ON THE DANCEFLOOR: See, I was most excited for BOTDF when I heard Jeffree wasn’t going to be there. This was my 3rd time seeing them, and they get better each time. I literally have never felt such a strong connection to a band, as I did last night. I noticed there were only 4 people that knew every single lyric. Me, Lindsey, that David kid in the front row, and an annoying guy behind me. Lindsey and I were right at the front, so at least once in every song we got to scream/sing a lyric or two. I think only 5 or 6 people ever even got to do so. We did for EVERY song (except Knockout). When Dahvie would crowd surf, who helped him back on stage? Lindsey and I. When they were holding someone in the crowd’s hands, whose was it? Lindsey or I. Even after the show was over and we talked to them, Dahvie remembered who we were. He hugged us and thanked us for knowing all the words.

What a great moment. My favorite part was during “Sexting,” they were playing the original version live. Guess who ignored that and sang the Jeffree rap? Lindsey and I. They gave me the mic for the whole first half, and Lindsey for the second. Yessss~ 9.8/10. (I wanted to go onstage.)

BROKENCYDE: We were so exhausted after BOTDF that both me AND Lindsey left the crowd. Meghan stayed at the front for half of the show. They were good, but the show was no different than the last time I saw them. Ehh. 6/10.

:D

This wasn’t written to brag, as I am sure none of you care. I just want to remember last night. It was by far my favorite show that I have seen yet.

Nate wants you to -

1 2 Step.

Boom. Boom. Boom-boom-bo-boom. :]

Nate has ran out of sugar.

There is no sugary substance at all in my house. I have resorted to eating graham crackers! Who the, what the, when the HELL?! I want sweets. I get crackers. Fuck all of me. haha.

Nate wrote a letter.

Dearest Lady Gaga,

G T F O & SUCK MY DICK.

Love,

Nate.

(Just kidding. Kinda.)

Nate is a bad boyfriend.

I feel bad. Fuck today.

What the hell is wrong with me?