picked a handful of violets in my name

You know, I don't look like a punk. I've got hair that's that vaguely purple dark red that you only get from a bottle of hair dye. I wear jeans without any rips (except that one pair that's getting really old, and also too small).
But, oh, the music and atmosphere and everything… so good.

Yesterday afternoon, I went shopping. It was some sort of Scottish heritage event this weekend, and there were a bunch of tartan-covered poster boards at Lakeside. I took rather more interest in this event than in any other, similar, event - I'm one-sixteenth Macmillan.
At Hot Topic, I got a Gryffindor shirt. Too bad I'm really a Ravenclaw. I plan on ordering a Muggle shirt, which I really want and which was not in that shop. We oohed and ahed over the stickers. She, surprisingly, found many of them amusing. I also got many faerie and dragon postcards. I think I shall tape them to my ceiling. I purchased, also, the 2003 Warped Tour compilation. And I made my mother listen to it in the car. I also got a black gothic-"S" patch. I used to have many little pins, but I misplaced them en masse. Hence, I bought some more.
We went next to Bath and Body Works. I now smell like a combination of Sun-Ripened Raspberry, Moonlight Path, Peony, Orange Ginger, and Sheer Freesia.
I got some jeans from American Eagle which were on sale. Huzzah!
At Target, which was down at Clearview, I bought a composition notebook and Punk-O-Rama 8. The link goes to Hot Topic because that's the link I had on hand. Sorry.

I haven't been Catholic inside since I was a little kid, and I've been Pagan for almost a year now. That doesn't matter, though. I'm still an altar server, and I'm still getting "Altar Server of the Year" awarded to me. WTF?

I left the house way too early, and got to Riverside Indoor FootballSoccer Arena a half hour before Melissa said she'd be there. My parents and I sat in the car for about forty-five minutes, listening to my new CDs. Melissa finally showed up, and I said hello to her and Zach. I ran into Evan, who used to go to Country Day. He remembered me, even though I wasn't all that memorable when he knew me. I saw Crack Baby Joey, too, and I met Kelly. So, hello to all of you, if you ever stumble over here.
The bands played on the mezzanine level. Logan, who books all the shows at Riverside, let me in for free. Thanks, Logan! I have no idea what the first band was called, but they were fantastic. A bunch of guys started up this mosh pit, and they kept knocking over one of the mic stands. I stood by the guys with the recording equipment - somebody was recording everything. I think it was Melissa and Zach and Ottie's stuff, with someone they hired manning it. They have all the necessary equipment and are thinking of starting a label. It costs twenty bucks for them to record you, Zach said. If you're in the New Orleans area and you're interested, contact me and I'll put you in touch with them.
The second band, the Sofa Kings, were, as Zach put it, "so-fuh-king good." They kept getting the crowd involved. They told us to jump and we jumped. I now know not to try to hold onto a purse or wear a largish, heavy pewter pentacle while doing that. I have a bruise right between my boobs now, and I may have scrambled my cell phone because I dropped it so much. Plus, my feet hurt a lot. I spent most of yesterday standing up, after all. But, I now know I can enter a trance state at a concert if I ponder existentialism and stand really close to an amp and move around a lot.
Fall of Ignorance played last. I don't know if it was because I was standing right there, but I could really hear Melissa's bass. She was complaining a while ago that it wasn't working right. Ottie got new drums, and he still carries them around in the bags. It takes a long time to set up and take down because of that. F.O.I. is recording an album right now, and they're going to have it pressed. Zach says it'll be done kind of soon. *crosses fingers*
After, we hung around for a long time and Melissa drove me home.

So fun. So tired. *falls over*