sarahsaloser took me out to see the What Happens in Vegas tour last night. We have each seen The Cab plenty of times, and neither of us are giant raging fans, so I'm not entirely sure why we went, but it ended up being one of the most fun times I've ever had. FIRST OF ALL, I made Sarah give me her sunglasses to wear because I was feeling incredibly anxious and self conches, particularly bc the sun was still out and shining in through the windows. IDK, I HAVE ISSUES. I told Sarah if anyone asked why I was wearing shades indoors, I'd tell them I just had Lasik eye surgery.

John, a guitarist in The Summer Set: I'm John! SHAKES HANDS WITH BOTH OF US
Sarah: I'm Sarah. This is Brenna, she just had Lasik eye surgery.
John: Ohh okay! I was gonna ask. I like your look!
Me: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLOLOOLOLOOLOOL I LOVE YOU

Later we told him his band was gr8 (they were: the singer resembled Zack Morris and they did a cover of 'In This Club' ending with a verse from Tswift's 'Love Story' without changing the nouns/pronouns AND they had a lady drummer) and he said we were gr8 and hugged us. I love you, John Gomez of The Summer Set.

We also made friends with the most fabulous black man, Armand. Sarah complimented his vest and he was all GURL I GOT IT FOR 9 DOLLARS AT NORDSTROM'S. He was dancing really hard in the back, and he got called onstage by The Secret Handshake bc of his dancing, and he was like OMG I WAS SO EMBARRASSED D: and Sarah was like LOL I TOOK A PICTURE OF YOU, so they're gonna be MySpace fronds now. He was with two short, stoic white bros and it looked like they wouldn't be friends with Armand irl, so I was excited they were all fronds irl. At one point Armand walked through and yelled WHERE MY WHITE FRIENDS AT??? until he found his brofriends. He is very tall and tried to get pix of Alex Marshall for me. He is 25 and a bartender and he loves The Cab. His jam was 'Bounce' and he went to the back and did an elaborate dance routine with two other gurls to it. At one point Singer was like bending over in the audience's faces, and Armand goes, "WHAT A GR8 BUTT!!" I love Armand. I was literally twittering everything he did so I could remember him so clearly and fondly.

The Cab were fun, the new guy does a good job. Sarah talked to Alex Johnson before we left while I stood next to her basically saying YEAH, TOTALLY to everything. Social interaction is so stressful to me. It was a super fun night full of delightful people.

( look at these pix i stole off sarah )

P.S. Also inoffensive: the new Panic At The Discotheque demo. Like, it doesn't sound like anything particularly exciting, but I am so balls deep for Brendine that I'm like OMG.

THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME: TREY SONGZ FEAT. GUCCI MANE & SOULJA BOY - LOL :) I'M NOT SURE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND ME IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS SONG. Soulja "^_^" Boy is my best friend. I was just thinking about how 'Frère Jacques' is such a fancy song too.

makesomelove: guess what song I am listening to
makesomelove: over and over and over
rain_dances: Lol :)

This is my opinion on everything else:



GOD I LOVE OUT MAGAZINE. HEY GUY WHAT SHOULD WE DO WITH THIS MISCELLANEOUS DUDERINO WHO'S COMING IN FOR A PHOTOSHOOT? IDK, WHY DON'T WE PUT HIM IN A SLEEVELESS LOW-CUT SHIRT AND PLAYFULLY SPLASH HIM WITH BUCKETS OF WATER LIKE WE ALWAYS DO. THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GR8 IDEA GUY, THANKS FOR YOUR INPUT.

GUYZ I FEEL BAD BUT LOL PANIC AT THE DISCO SPLITTING UP INTO TWO GROUPS

IF IT'S ALL AN ELAB JOKE INVOLVING ZACK AND PETE WENTZ (IDK WHAT TO TRUST NOW, AFTER SO MANY SHENANIGANS) THEN LOL

IF IT'S ACTUALLY 100% LEGIT TRUE THEN STILL L O L

IDK WHY BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME AND I FEEL BAD BC PEOPLE ARE COMMITTING SUICIDE OVER THIS BUT I'M LIKE LOL

ULTIMATE LOL RYAN ROSS

Sounds of the world!!!! This is beautiful. The internet is beautiful. My fav so far has been the one in the middle of China, with the yaks and skylarks during the thunderstorm. Things I will never experience irl ;__;

P.S. I reinstalled Photoshop!!!!!!!! rain_dances and I made up some tranny fronds.

( ZAQUIRI QUINTO AND XTINA PINE )

The other day I was waiting for someone to be home at my grandma's house so I could go over there and they could feed me because I'm a baby, so I figured, I WILL WATCH THE EPISODES OF KINGS THAT ARE NEW!! NEW, THIS SUMMER ON SATURDAY NIGHTS AT 8PM ON NBC: KINGS!!!!!!!! STARRING SEBASTIAN "BAZ" STAN, THE PUFFIEST, POUTIEST, CONSTANTLY CRYINGEST, BEST GAY BITCH OF ALL TIME, LOVE OF MY LIFE. ALSO ON HULU!!! I'm so disappointed in the entire world that this show is not going to be on for a thousand seasons.

( let me tell you about gay prince jack's gay life )

Guyz, I'm gonna be honest here and say when I was real little, like 4 or 5, the song 'Black or White' by Michael Jackson and the video for it changed my life. Not like the full version with the car smashing and crotch grabbing I only learned about when I Love the 90s came on or whatever, but the other one. Like when those naked people who changed into each other and made faces while singing the words came on, I was seriously like, YOU'RE RIGHT, MICHAEL, IT DON'T MATTER IF WE'RE BLACK OR WHITE. IT DON'T. I'm not even kidding, that shaped my entire worldview of people for the rest of my life.

My grandma (dad's mom) died today also. It's actually a relief this time, since she was so old and unwell. With her life insurance stuff my dad found a yellowed piece of paper with part of this on it in her handwriting (bc she was from England):

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.

I mostly thought of my mama as I read it. I'd never heard of this ~sermon~ before, maybe because I'm an undereducated idiot, but it was strange and beautiful to find in there. It was way deep.

When I'm in my room, especially at night right before I go to sleep and I'm puttering around on the internet, I feel fine. Everything is just as it was before like this. Every morning when I wake up and open my door to go out into the hallway, I start to cry. I don't even think about anything in particular, but opening my door reminds me that my mom is dead. I'm talking about like sobbing my eyeballs out, punching myself in the face, hyperventilating crying. This lasts for about 10 or 15 minutes until I get distracted by the dog or by eating my graham crackers for breakfast. I'll cry more when I'm in the shower, or when I'm blowing my hair dry, or when I'm trying to put my face on or brush my teeth. Brushing your teeth and crying is the worst because your mouth is all phlegmy and snot rolls into it. I'm worried that I'm being hysterical - do other people do this when they are sad about someone dying? I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I realize everyone reacts differently to things, and there's nothing anyone is "supposed" to do, but I've never experienced anything like this before, and I don't want to be silly if it's silly to be like this. I'm more worried I'm not being hysterical, that this is completely normal, and it's going to be like this for the rest of my life.

P.S. I do still need a job: My son is turning 16 and really wanted Lil Wayne to perform for his birthday gala. Unfortunately his schedule will not permit him to make it. I need a Lil Wayne impersonator desperately.

Here is the kicker my son is blind so you do not need to look like the rapper just sound like him.

HELLO

I started to feel hungry on this normal early Monday evening, and since nobody had invited me out for a steak dinner, it being Monday and early evening and not a holiday and all, I said to myself, you dumb bitch, why don't you go look in the cupboards for whatever the hell you bought the other day when you went grocery shopping with your aunt for 8 hours? So that's just what I did.

( gourmet )

This may seem tedious and silly right now considering the business going down in my life, but holy garbage, I am glad it is done.

Title: Every Time You Look at Something, Everything Else Gets Jealous
Pairing: Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron
Summary: Kevin the cub reporter has to interview the town's star hockey player, Zac Efron.
Notes: 11,000 words!!! Why don't I just go kill myself? For hongkongaton, but now with added for anyone else who even wants to read it. The title is from The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. I wrote this while listening to 100% Jesse McCartney, I'm just sayin'. Thank you to rain_dances and bluejbird for helping me out so big.
Advice: Ctrl+f/replace all the names in this you want. Let me know what you come up with.

READ IT HERE.

Hey everyone, my mom died today. For obvious reasons, I'm devastated. I don't know if this means I'll be around more or less. If you feel moved to email me, please don't hesitate.

GUYS I am so depressed because my friend with the baby, seen here against my pale bosoms


(this is what I imagine it'd look like if I held stereomer)

packed up and moved all the way to Florida today. First of all, I've been friends with my friend for 17 years, and now she's not gonna be a straight shot down Pennsylvania Rd anymore. Second of all, I've been in love with that baby ever since I saw her being vacuumed out of a vag, and now I'm not gonna see her again until whenever they visit. America: why are you so big?

One time my cousin said Spencer Krug sounds like a combo of David Bowie and Eddie Vedder but like he has his mouth sewn partially shut. I was like, LOLOL I LOVE HIM. And he was like, who, Eddie Vedder? NO, SPENCER KRUG. I LOVE KRUG!! This is absolutely my favorite Krug song: You Go on Ahead (Trumpet Trumpet II) - Sunset Rubdown Let us listen to it together and rejoice in Krug's partially sewn shut mouth.