So, I've finally decided to give in. I found a musical I like. It's called Spring Awakening, and it is actually amazing. It is about a bunch of kids in the 19th century Germany, and how sheltering your children can lead to disaster. The music isn't all fake, it actually is an alternative rock kind of thing. My favorite song is "The Bitch Of Living" and "Don't Do Sadness." It's awesome.

Wow! It's been awhile...

So I guess since I'm moving, I'll put up a blog instead of using Xanga, so that way I can document moving and everything. A lot of things have changed. I suppose it's no surprise that the band fell out, I actually don't talk to any of them anymore. It hurt me, but I stopped feeling bad when I realized that it wasn't my fault. However, I guess I don't want to use this blog as a diary. I want to use it to express myself through things that inspire me. Like songs, videos, and pictures. So here's a few..




This is the sweetness by Jimmy Eat World. This performance is crazy, it completely blew my mind. The crowd is insane.


Song 2 by Blur...always a great song. The WHOLE crowd at Wembley Arena is screaming. It really gets you pumped.

A mixture of poems and quotes according to my mood

As I've already said, it has been insane these past few weeks. But I've realized some very important things. I've discovered that friends mean so much to me now, that no matter what, I always know that I've got them there. I've realized that everything happens for a reason, and that the harder I do to change something, the worse I feel. I've completely changed my thought process, and realized that I need to stop trying to control things, and just let them happen as they are planned to. I've been listening to a song by Sage Francis, called Inherited Scars. The lyrics are amazing, the man is truely a poet. I've had a playlist, with lyrics that I can relate to and express myself through. Songs, for me, are one of the easiest ways to express yourself.


"And when you wake up, everything is going to be fine...Promise you that you'll wake in a better place, and a better time...so you are tired of living, feel like you might give in, well don't....It's not your time.." -Better Place, Better time..Streetlight Manifesto


I'm sorry, you say
As bright headlights come over the hill
Briefly reflecting every moment we've had together
The speedometer reads one hundred twenty

I suck my breath in and close my eyes,
Tightly, as to brace myself for what is to come.

A scream warns me
A phone call
My knuckles turn white.

And then we collide.
I reach for your hand
But am too late, for I am thrown forward

And as I find myself flying through window
I see you
Holding her hand.

My pulse fails as my body,
A worthless rag doll,
Smacks against the cold, hard pavement.

Wow....

So much has changed in the past few weeks. I'm not sure where to start. I'll list it out.

-Band played our first gig last night
-It was acoustic, our drummer broke his leg
-I was in a car accident involving a deer jumping into the front end of my friend's car.
-Had a boyfriend
-Lost a boyfriend
-Had a few faith realizations because of the above stated
-started rocking out to ska
-gained a few new friends

I'm a little to out of it to write anything else...

Salty eyes!

I came across these lyrics the other day. It absolutely amazed me.

Do you belong to a song?
Does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?
Are you drunk?
Have you been drinking?
Do you belove the overpass go with a fifth in your fist
reminiscing the kiss of a love that just didn't love as much as you did?

But please don't give up dear walls.
Don't let the ceiling fall.
When you belong to a song, salty eyes.
You belong.

Shrill notes begin the grim violin.
Then from the silence of violence the sirens orchestrate the score.
To which one more corpse is left quiet.
How we've become the hollows of drums.
The rest between notes and the hollers that never reach throats.
Friends in quotes, they're not calling.

But please don't give up dear you.
I'm just the sliver moon sliding through
When you belong to a song, salty eyes.
You belong.

Do please believe however naive.
They may drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs.
And belong salty eyes.

When you belong to a song, salty eyes.
You belong.

-Salty Eyes, the Matches.

It almost feels as if the singer is speaking directly to me, and he really captures the anxiety I feel every day. The verse, "Friends in quotes, they're not calling," and "But please don't give up dear you" really give me hope, and make me feel as if I am not alone to face the world. I would recommend this band to anyone who likes good lyrics. Their live show is very personal, very amazing. The entire band reaches out to the crowd. Hope everyone is doing well with the start of school.

Oh, and to anyone who has read my "Detention" rant. The Dean in that story is NOT the dean we have at my school. Our dean is one of the most kind-hearted people I've ever met and I would never even consider him a tyrant. So there.

THE MATCHES SALTY EYES

To them these streets belong

Please pray for my horse.

WARPED TOUR 2007!!!!!

Heck yes, it came! Sadly, it went too. But from 12 to 9, it was pure rocking. I went with our guitarist, Cory, and my friend Jake. We arrived at the Riverbend Music Center at around 11:30, then after thirty minutes of waiting, finally got into the grounds. We glanced at the schedule, and realized that the Unseen were playing in fifteen minutes. SO we ran as fast as we could to the Lucky stage. Unfortunetly, Jake was too busy moshing at the Hurley stage to follow us.
So we left him. Great friends, eh? But I really don't like bayside and the Unseen were great. The moshpit was violent, (I stayed out of it, thank you very much) but what amazed me, was every time someone fell down, the person who pushed them picked them back up. And two guys made sure I wasn't shoved in, (gold star for both o' ye) too.

After the set, we saw that a ska band called "The TOasters" were playing. So we watched them. Good stuff, too. We eventually met up with Jake and then lost him again when he went to watch the "girly bands" (Alright-know this term sounds mean, but you know the bands that I'm talking about. THe ones with the really preppy girls who scream and wear miniskirts and take pictures with their billion dollar digital camera all the while complaining about the flip flops they were wearing,) Anyway, Jake wanted to watch them so Cory and I hit up the merch booths. We didn't have to get anywhere till three, when the Matches played. I got to talk to some people from TWLOHA (YAY!) and signed up to be an organ doner. Cory got a CD and a t-shirt, then we both went to watch K.OS., a really great alternative band.

Still no sign of Jake, by the way.

Three o' clock came soon enough, and after spending 3.50 on a bottle of water (GAH!) we headed towards the matches set, which was indoors. They were a-freaking amazing. The singer stole some chapstick from a girl in the front and smeared it all over his mouth then tossed it out the crowd, then during the song, "Shoot me in the smile" had everyone do "the largest hip thrust dance move in the history of rock" It was hysterical.

Still no sign of Jake yet.

After the set, we head over to the merch booth to get our stuff signed when I recieve a frantic call from Jake, who says he just lost his wallet crowdsurfing. With two hundred dollars in it. So, being the great friend that I am, I ask their super-nice guitarist to please put "To Jake" on it, after explaining to him what happened. He did, and told me to tell him he's sorry.

Didn't make a difference. Jake was pretty upset. I managed to make him get up and go over to the Lucky stage, where there was shade and trees. On the way, he finally started to cheer up a bit, until we started to talk about paramore.

Jake: "I bet you five dollars paramore will play misery business last"
Me: "Do you have five dollars?"

I could've kicked myself, but thankfully Jake laughed and proceded to continue his nap under the trees. Cory and I went off for some food, where I rocked the concession stand. Heck yes I did. People in lines are never in a good mood. So I cheered them up. I did my dance moves, (The "Two headed turkey waltz" and The "Warped Monkey Dance.") I told people I was pumped for warped, and asked them if they were. They just laughed, really really hard. At my expense, but nonetheless, they laughed. After doing several jumping jacks to get the crowd PP'd (Pumped for Pizza) I bought fries and a water (SIX BUCKS! What, was there spun gold in the grease?) and left. (By the way, Cory shamefully stood next to me while I did my dance moves)

Jake was asleep when the street drum Corps started playing. Once again, A-freaking amazing. They are a three-piece percussion act who use various pieces of metal and machinery to make music. A bit like stomp, but better. I got to meet them, too. Tiger army was up next, so Cory and I left Jake to sleep while we watched a bit of their set, which sadly, wasn't all that great. We walked around for a little while, eagerly waiting for bad religion to come on.

Bad religion wins Lauren's Best Warped Band. They started off their set with "American Jesus," which is my favorite song. They didn't spend twenty billion minutes talking about stuff, they just played music that I loved. They rocked my world.

After Bad Religion, we caught the last second of Meg and Dia, and sat inside for awhile, just watching local bands.

Jake casually mentioned new found glory, and to my great surprise, both Cory and Jake knew ALL the words to EVERY song. And they make fun of me for listening to sum 41 every now and then. HA!

Paramore was up next. I've already seen Big D, so Cory went to see them and I went with Jake to go see paramore.

They were great.

The crowd wasn't.

A whole bunch of screaming girls who wanted to crowdsurf all day. I was stuck tossing people over my head the entire performance.

But at least Bad Religion rocked. And I am exhausted. But I had the time of my life.