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Oh yes,
They'd all make extravagent lumberjacks. :D

Oh yesh! xD
Bob Bryar, lumberjack extrodainaire!

Mhm! That made me giggle a bit actually. xD
He looked a bit like a lumberjack but he still looked like Bob. :)

Me too.
I love how Mikey has the UA t-shirt.

Wow, that's amazing.
I really love it. :O

Haha!
I took a good look at it and I was like is that Gabriel's or hers?!
I love it, Where is it from?

Thanks!

Did you draw the header at th every top?

I found you! :O
And you're layout is so amazing. :)

Exactly. Music just...is. There's really nothing complicated about it.

Totally agreed. When it comes down to the basics, music is one of the single things in life that isn't trapped in change.

Exactly. And who says it's wrong to sit in your bedroom and spin albums all night long. I call that a wonderful life :]

Agreed :]]

It always makes me sad when I stumble across an old album of a band I once thoroughly devoted myself to. I'll be picking through cds and suddenly come across like, a Green Day album, or maybe something by PJ Harvey or Bright Eyes, and I'll think to myself, Jesus, there was a point in my life where I sat in my room at night with lit candles and listened to this album over and over on repeat until I knew every single word.

Yeah? I thought about going to that show, but decided to buy tickets to see Placebo in September instead. I really do love Green Day still, but I don't want to go to their concert like I did when I was twelve. It's not anything against them, it's just that now I'm kind of content to just listen to their music in my room.

I'm so happy that they were your first concert. And now you have many more to come! We should go to a concert sometime :]

Happened to me at a Dresden Dolls concert one time. They were in the middle of a song and suddenly all my vision kind of closed in like a tunnel and I couldn't hear anything. I had to tell my friend next to me that I couldn't see anything, couldn't hear my own voice, and that I thought she should help me to sit down. Next thing I know, I'm in the back of the club up against a wall, my head between my knees. It's an awful feeling. But hey, at least you got to hear some oldies! :]

The only time I ever saw them in concert, I watched Gerard drive past me in a golf cart with a big pink heart stenciled on his cheek in what looked to be Magic Marker, and he blew me a kiss. But I've never actually talked to them. So so lucky.

Although at the same affair, one of the members of Anti-Flag shared an interesting conversation with me, although I'm fairly sure that I couldn't post it in your comments because of the level of un-tolerated mibba profanity.

Ahh, I had plans to go see them at the Saturday show (I think?), but my ride fell through and I ended up home alone watching reruns of Star Trek.

Oh, to be a teenager lacking a proper driver's license...

You're a very very lucky person. Tell me about it.

Did you see them at the Roxy???

Haha I'm glad that my story has that effect on you :]

I've never had someone thank me for making them cry.

Thank you for thanking me :]