Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.

Also, antidisestablishmentarianism. 


Well, then, now that that's settled...


Guess what I did last night? I saw Florence and the Machine play at the Showbox. I have decided to rank all the concerts that I've been to from 1st place to 5th place.

1. Florence and the Machine - Showbox
2. The Police - Key Arena
3. Mute Math/Alanis Morissette/Matchbox Twenty - Key Arena
4. Kirby Krackle (2nd time) - Comicon
5. Kirby Krackle (1st time) - Comicon

So yeah. It was a REALLY good show. Florence really OWNED the stage. Nobody will ever be as awesome as that. No matter the sucky openers, the hour-long wait time for them to set up, or the staff that didn't think that minors would want to sit down (They wouldn't even let me sit on the stairs!), it was worth it in the end. I got a T-shirt.

Guess what else happened last night?

Very close to the end of the show, the light guys were packing up to go home, and one of the guys gave me a set list. What was hilarious was that he didn't want anybody else to have it. Just me. It made me feel special. I'd post a picture, but it's on my phone that doesn't hook up to computers.

So that's what happened last night. I was out until midnight, so I stayed home from school because I wasn't just gonna sleep for 6 1/2 hours and then go to school. That's not right. So my parents' justification for that was that as long as I have straight A's and good reasons to stay home, they'll let me stay home twice in one week.

Goodbye, blog, and hello long weekend.

This has been quite the awesome week.

Blah.

Hi, there!

I don't know what exactly happened to me this morning, but it was hard to find reasons to go to school. I searched through my head and couldn't find a motive anywhere. My Wednesday guitar class was cancelled, and I hadn't showered in a while, so I didn't smell very good (God knows what Two would have thought of me THEN), and my bed was so warm and comfortable. But alas, I got up and put some clothes on. When I walked out the door, I was still trying to find a reason to go to school, and couldn't. I made and ate breakfast and was really depressed and had a slight headache. After that, I collapsed onto the big fluffy chair in the living room and closed my eyes. All of a sudden, a wave of nausea hit me, and after that went away, I was more depressed than I had been since fifth grade. I called to my dad and I told him what was wrong, and he asked if it was a mood swing and if I had felt it before, and I said no, because I hadn't. After a short silence, he suggested that I go to bed, which I gladly did, and awoke 3 1/2 hours later more refreshed. I practiced guitar for a while and got on Facebook and played some crappy free online games and then ate lunch at about 5, and then Raechelle came home and then I went back to my room, and that's where I am now.

So that was slightly eventful. I hope that answered anybody's questions as to why I wasn't at school today, and I pay my regards to those who weren't.

Goodbye.

Ah, Avril.

I've been listening to Avril Lavigne's second album (the one that she released before she started sucking), and I came across a cute video of before she was famous.



Comparing to her nowadays...



Yeah. The first one was much better. Now, I must write a letter that I would send to her, but I won't, because I would be too embarrassed and she might get mad.

It will be posted below.

Dear Avril,

When I was about three years old and you put out your first album, Let Go, I was turned on to your music. I loved it. That was primarily the music that I would listen to. When you put out your second album, songs like He Wasn't began to say that you were going downhill into terrible music that unfortunately most people listen to now. I do congratulate your recent songs like Alice and When You're Gone, but they have been too overstated all over the place that I have started to lose interest in your music.

Recently, I have listened to most of your first two albums and have realized how much you screwed up recently, but I can understand that you want to be popular and keep up with the times. Depending on who likes what kind of music, this is an arguable statement that I am making with this letter.

For instance, whenever I mention your first and second albums around school, people say, "Oh, The Best Damn Thing? I love that album!" And I will have to correct them and say how much I dislike that album, and the first two were the best.

Again, this point is arguable, because I personally am interested in music that no one has heard of; most things that aren't popular, like your first and second album. Also, unlike most people, I listen to lyrics and the way a song goes, and I like the song based mostly on the lyrics making sense and something that I could identify with. Songs like Girlfriend and Hot are not songs that I would be interested in, therefore making me lose interest in your music.

Thank you for reading, and all I was saying was my personal opinion, so it would be in most people's best interest if you could take to mind the gist of what I'm saying or throw this letter aside if you have better things to deal with. I completely understand if that happens.

Regards,
Kayleigh Downing
Ex-fan

I felt like something needed to be said, and that is exactly what I think. So there. Bye.

All KINDS of emotions.

I have realized that I start most of everything I say with "so". I will try to stop, and use it as little as possible.

Anyway, Thursday was the start of Norwescon, one of the best cons in the entire universe. I am a volunteer in Hospitality, where all the food is served. The first day went pretty well. However, every day I feel like it's all over, and I don't have to do it again the next-- oh wait. Yeah. It goes on for four days. My back hurts because I'm standing and I have a genetic slouching problem. My feet hurt because I'm standing around all day, waiting for directions. Sometimes, I feel like I can just go curl up and die in a corner. Not in a suicidal way. Why want to kill yourself when you have so many things to live for? Anyway, I'm usually okay serving food for lunch, because I'm never there for breakfast, but once it hits dinner prep, I try as hard as humanly possible to STAY AWAY from the Hospitality room. Why? Because I can't deal with people that I have never met before. Most people are friendly, but some are just rude and mean. Take for instance when I was guarding the door to let staff into the room, I let somebody in, and somebody who was standing in line came up to me and said these exact words:

"Do you know when dinner opens? Because I have been standing here for thirty-five minutes in wet swim trunks and I could have gone and changed."

I simply shrugged, wanting to be polite, when somebody saved me and got rid of him.

Another time, I was starving, so I was getting some of the food, and somebody next to me asked if there was onions in the chili. Wanting to be helpful, and not knowing some of the things that twelve-year-olds wouldn't know, I said no. She turned to me and said extremely matter-of-factly, "Actually, there are onions in canned chili," and nodded at me in a stuck-up way as if I was the most stupid person she had ever come across. Again, not wanting to be rude like her, I said, "Ah," but really wanted to say the following sentences:

"Oh, well then. I guess me, child who knows nothing, can go and play on the lawn now with the other stupid children."

"Oh really! Where did you read that? People magazine? Wikipedia?"

"Why did you ASK, then?"

"Really? Do they squeeze all the little onions into microscopic pieces and put them in the sauce? Because I can't see any."

"Excuuuuse me, rude. I was just trying to help."

I don't know where these people learned that it was okay to chew out children who "obviously know nothing", but it's not nice and it makes other people feel terrible. I know I look older, but I don't look thirty and like I know everything, I was just trying to be helpful. Besides, if this lady knew that there were onions in canned chili, why did she ask if there were onions in the chili? And the wet guy could have gone and changed before eating even if we had opened on time, because the food will still be there when he gets back. I could have promised that no ravenous grizzly bears or wombats or fire-breathing dragons will crash through the walls and ceiling and eat everything in sight just so he couldn't have any. People are people and they eat normal amounts of food. Duh. I'm just glad that I have close friends if not family that work in Hospitality that will defend me if anything comes around. Especially Patty. Oh, she needs an entire paragraph.

Patty is the sweetest lady you could ever meet. She has a sweet tone of voice and an attractive personality. She makes professional-looking costumes and other clothes, and loves doing so. When I heard her talk about how much she wanted to make a Kaylee dress (from Firefly, I will post a picture), I couldn't help but volunteer. She seemed very surprised and was so happy, I couldn't not have been happy. However, upon volunteering to do that, she now must make me every Kaylee outfit that was invented. Ah, well. That's Patty for you. Picture of dress here:

I'm sorry, I just am not in a good mood. My brother threw perfectly good playing cards at me and some landed in the bathtub and got wet, and then he continued to mumble and complain that I wasn't hanging out with him that night. Hm! I wonder why! And this isn't helped by the fact that five minutes later, he comes a-knocking at my door again with my new fake fangs, and when I open the door, he will not give me my fangs unless I give him a good reason for being "mean" to him. I told him that I wasn't intentionally being mean to him, I was just in a really bad mood and didn't want to deal with his crap, and still wouldn't give me my fangs. I simply said, "Okay then, leave!" and shut the door in his face, still not wanting to deal with his crap, and I had put up with enough of everybody's crap within the past three days. Only one more day, though, and then it's school.

Oh boy.