Good song title idea? Well, it sure is how I feel at this moment. Best friend ditched me last minute, sadly, so I'm stuck here. Doing nothing. My mom's complaining about how I should go do something. And, unless she feels like taking me somewhere, then I have nothing to do. Everything interesting is miles from here. Did I mention I hate living in the smallest town ever? Because I sure do. And, I just watched the funniest video ever. Okay, it is pretty stupid, but the Jack Sparrow part is absolutely hilarious. And, don't shoot me Miley fans, I only like it for the Jack Sparrow part, ya hear?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Op4yFNdvp-U
Subject change: I'm starving. And I'm suffering from Jonas withdrawl.
And, I'm going to go eat. Be back in a jiff. I'll update this post after. :)
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I'm gonna start all over.
Out of the fire, and into the fire again, you make me want to forget and start all over...
Oh, sorry! Still jamming out after the concert last night, can you say Best Of Both Worlds?! I had to turn the music off so I wouldn't be tempted to continue singing... It was around this time when I got into Baltimore yesterday, heading to the MileyWorld pre-party, which, unless you're 5, the only thing interesting to do is take pictures with the bus and the stand-up Miley. Which is what I did before heading off to get the World's Best Crab Cake, as my mom called it. Only the way there, some girl yelled in my face... man, am I glad I don't live there! Turns out that the place that makes & sells the crab cakes was closed for the season! My mom proceeded to pout all the way to McDonald's.
I was so excited, I could barely eat my Happy Meal. I didn't even order a Happy Meal... but anyways. We then followed the sound of girls screaming and singing "We Got The Party" all the way back to the pre-party. We listened to the raffle, but sadly, I did not win a chance to meet Miley or get 5th row seats so that the Jonas' would sweat on me... those were the pre-party's announcer's words, not mine.
Then my mom and I headed on inside, waiting and waiting and waiting... and waiting to buy a tshirt. Two really big ladies who most definitely WEREN'T my mom squished me the whole time... like the lady next to me was going to place her order before me. My killer elbows scored me a spot at the counter within 20 minutes. After getting my Miley tshirt (the white one, with Miley in the yellow & black top w/ black skirt, by the way), we had to wait and wait and wait... and wait to get to our seats. My mom patiently waiting (somewhat) for the bathroom, I went inside to find my seats. Funny story; as I was asking the lady where my seats were, three groups of people started screaming "Miley!" at me, before noticing that I was most definitely not the pop star they thought I was! So, I went up to our seats and sat down. The girl behind me was talking on the phone with her friend, apparently, and was screaming over Nick Jonas. I probably would've been doing the same thing, had I not noticed how annoying she sounded while she did it. We were several hundred feet from the stage and she tells her friend, "OHMYGOSH, I am, like, FEET away from NICK JONAS!" *insert high-pitched screams here*. That is almost as funny as the girl next to me waiting in line for the Jonas concert in August who literally thought she was going to marry Nick Jonas. Wow, Nick is one worshipped boy, eh?
Back to the concert. Jonas ROCKED, as always, and I was getting pretty impatient for Hannah to come out. And once she did, it totally overwhelmed me. Mainly because my idol was in the same room as I was. I recorded parts of songs that I could on my camera, and I'm pretty sure you can hear me singing at the top of my lungs in the background, so I probably won't upload them, sorry!
Once Miley came out, I flipped. I almost started crying as I watched her singing and dancing onstage, mainly because I would do anything to be doing the same thing. I would love to have her job! But, I'm still majorly supportive, and I hope to meet her someday.
My favorite song would have to be See You Again, which is my favorite anyway. Haha, I was jamming all the way home, too! I ended up losing my voice on the ride home as I sang her songs on the way. I didn't end up getting to sleep until midnight, which brings me to where I am now.
I've been home from school for an hour and a half now, and I'm extremely pooped. I'm going to take a nap, then upload the pictures and stuff from yesterday. I'll put them up ASAP. :)
xoxo,
Infamous Rachel
Oh, sorry! Still jamming out after the concert last night, can you say Best Of Both Worlds?! I had to turn the music off so I wouldn't be tempted to continue singing... It was around this time when I got into Baltimore yesterday, heading to the MileyWorld pre-party, which, unless you're 5, the only thing interesting to do is take pictures with the bus and the stand-up Miley. Which is what I did before heading off to get the World's Best Crab Cake, as my mom called it. Only the way there, some girl yelled in my face... man, am I glad I don't live there! Turns out that the place that makes & sells the crab cakes was closed for the season! My mom proceeded to pout all the way to McDonald's.
I was so excited, I could barely eat my Happy Meal. I didn't even order a Happy Meal... but anyways. We then followed the sound of girls screaming and singing "We Got The Party" all the way back to the pre-party. We listened to the raffle, but sadly, I did not win a chance to meet Miley or get 5th row seats so that the Jonas' would sweat on me... those were the pre-party's announcer's words, not mine.
Then my mom and I headed on inside, waiting and waiting and waiting... and waiting to buy a tshirt. Two really big ladies who most definitely WEREN'T my mom squished me the whole time... like the lady next to me was going to place her order before me. My killer elbows scored me a spot at the counter within 20 minutes. After getting my Miley tshirt (the white one, with Miley in the yellow & black top w/ black skirt, by the way), we had to wait and wait and wait... and wait to get to our seats. My mom patiently waiting (somewhat) for the bathroom, I went inside to find my seats. Funny story; as I was asking the lady where my seats were, three groups of people started screaming "Miley!" at me, before noticing that I was most definitely not the pop star they thought I was! So, I went up to our seats and sat down. The girl behind me was talking on the phone with her friend, apparently, and was screaming over Nick Jonas. I probably would've been doing the same thing, had I not noticed how annoying she sounded while she did it. We were several hundred feet from the stage and she tells her friend, "OHMYGOSH, I am, like, FEET away from NICK JONAS!" *insert high-pitched screams here*. That is almost as funny as the girl next to me waiting in line for the Jonas concert in August who literally thought she was going to marry Nick Jonas. Wow, Nick is one worshipped boy, eh?
Back to the concert. Jonas ROCKED, as always, and I was getting pretty impatient for Hannah to come out. And once she did, it totally overwhelmed me. Mainly because my idol was in the same room as I was. I recorded parts of songs that I could on my camera, and I'm pretty sure you can hear me singing at the top of my lungs in the background, so I probably won't upload them, sorry!
Once Miley came out, I flipped. I almost started crying as I watched her singing and dancing onstage, mainly because I would do anything to be doing the same thing. I would love to have her job! But, I'm still majorly supportive, and I hope to meet her someday.
My favorite song would have to be See You Again, which is my favorite anyway. Haha, I was jamming all the way home, too! I ended up losing my voice on the ride home as I sang her songs on the way. I didn't end up getting to sleep until midnight, which brings me to where I am now.
I've been home from school for an hour and a half now, and I'm extremely pooped. I'm going to take a nap, then upload the pictures and stuff from yesterday. I'll put them up ASAP. :)
xoxo,
Infamous Rachel
Friday, January 4, 2008
Talkative, much?
The last time I posted was about a million years ago, and it was a very stupid post, at that. That is what happens when I get bored, ladies and gentlemen.
I watched The Perfect Man today, which explains my random blogging. Although, I'm not Girl On The Move, I'm Girl Stuck In Worst Town Ever. How convienent. I'm sure this isn't the worst town ever, but I'm pretty sure it's one of the top 3 worst. Anything worth seeing is a half hour away. Which explains why today, I did not get to meet the fabulous Mitchel Musso. Sadly, Woodbridge is an hour and a half away. Then you count traffic, 600+ people being there, lined up since 2 o'clock, and only two hours, then you get one very unhappy Rachel. I'm glad I didn't get all the way out there to know that I probably wouldn't have met him. Come to DC, Mitchel! And, that would still be an hour away. But, not as far, technically! I could probably go to work with my brother, who works at the White House... okay, no I couldn't. But it was a nice idea for about two seconds.
I just posted a very important blog on my myspace, one about Mormons. Someone (cough, cough) was getting on my nerves talking about Mormons, and I really believe they should read my blog so they know how not to make me very, very upset at them, which I already am. Judging is for dog shows, kiddies, not for people. Boys, don't act like you know everything when you don't. Well, only on serious subjects, do you need to follow that. But, if it's something entirely silly, feel free to be a pompous freak. It's a bit cute. :)
Reason on why talking about Mormons makes me mad- my best friend just so happens to be one. I respect her, her family, and her church's beliefs, and I think you all should, too. Go to Marriot, pick up a Book Of Mormon. That's some good reading, right there. And Mormon boys are pretty much the hottest. And best for dating. But, Mitchel Musso would be above Mormons on my dating list any day. ;)
I think I'm done. Feel free to post comments, not like I think anyone actually reads this. Haha.
Sincerely,
Girl Stuck In Worst Town Ever.
I watched The Perfect Man today, which explains my random blogging. Although, I'm not Girl On The Move, I'm Girl Stuck In Worst Town Ever. How convienent. I'm sure this isn't the worst town ever, but I'm pretty sure it's one of the top 3 worst. Anything worth seeing is a half hour away. Which explains why today, I did not get to meet the fabulous Mitchel Musso. Sadly, Woodbridge is an hour and a half away. Then you count traffic, 600+ people being there, lined up since 2 o'clock, and only two hours, then you get one very unhappy Rachel. I'm glad I didn't get all the way out there to know that I probably wouldn't have met him. Come to DC, Mitchel! And, that would still be an hour away. But, not as far, technically! I could probably go to work with my brother, who works at the White House... okay, no I couldn't. But it was a nice idea for about two seconds.
I just posted a very important blog on my myspace, one about Mormons. Someone (cough, cough) was getting on my nerves talking about Mormons, and I really believe they should read my blog so they know how not to make me very, very upset at them, which I already am. Judging is for dog shows, kiddies, not for people. Boys, don't act like you know everything when you don't. Well, only on serious subjects, do you need to follow that. But, if it's something entirely silly, feel free to be a pompous freak. It's a bit cute. :)
Reason on why talking about Mormons makes me mad- my best friend just so happens to be one. I respect her, her family, and her church's beliefs, and I think you all should, too. Go to Marriot, pick up a Book Of Mormon. That's some good reading, right there. And Mormon boys are pretty much the hottest. And best for dating. But, Mitchel Musso would be above Mormons on my dating list any day. ;)
I think I'm done. Feel free to post comments, not like I think anyone actually reads this. Haha.
Sincerely,
Girl Stuck In Worst Town Ever.
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