My Concert Experience

June 1, 2016- the day

we were over at Al's house really early then headed out later. we got to the venue around 6pm, and the doors opened at 6:30pm I think?? There were so many aesthetic/tumblr/baddie/hipster/emo ppl there, and i blended in reeealy good tbh. we headed in and got really nice seats, cuz we pushed our way to the front where there was an open space. we technically not supposed to be there, but the security dude who looked like snoop dog was cool and let us stay there. (insert photo of where the stage was vs. where we were)

so when the concert started, Kevin Abstract came out and performed, and we were all confused because we forgot that there were two opening acts. no, but seriously, Kevs was really cool and his performance was bomb af. He was obsessing over Zach Abels during his performance, and I was freaking out because I realized that I might get a chance to be sooo close to Zeeko.

Then, Jakhoy came on stage and he was lit too, and we were all pumped for the main act.

Whenever the nbhd came on stage, my phone died, so i barely got any pictures, which i guess was okay.

THEN THESE TWO GIRLS WHO WERE AS TALL AS SHAQUILE ONEAL WENT IN FRONT OF MY TWO BEST FRIENDS AND WE WERE MOCKING THEM AND THEY WERE JUST ANNOYING AF I WAS SO MAD THO

anyways,

Jesse came towards where our little group was and he made eye contact with me and I think my stomach exploded lmao but seriously he sang to us and it was adorable

The concert was shorter than most of theirs, but I'm pretty sure that jesse had a sore throat or something bc after every song he went to get a huge drink of his water bottle but its okay

All of us were closest to zeeko which was amazing bc he was so much cuter in person sos

whenever we left the actual venue, we went to the gift shop and we saw Kevs there so he singed my shoe and arm and i was screaming inside even though i barely knew him lmao

his music is really good tho, im obsessed now

we took some pictures and then headed home and passed out, my throat hurt and we all had headaches bc we were closest to the speaker but its okay it was lit

i got a hat and tshirt so thats cool ig and it wAS HELLA EXPENSIVE OMFG

but anyways,

stay sassy.

-viv and zeeko <3

ps im crying while i wrote this bc that night was one of the best nights of my life.

im actually healthy for once

so a few days ago i realized how important it is to be healthy and happy with your mind, body, and emotions, and i decided to do something with my life, which was not as healthy as i wished i was.

so i changed that

i forced myself into a postitive mindset, thanks to the help of hailey sani. honestly her youtube videos are so inspirational and ugh i love them

this is getting really sappy so ima just leave this here.

-viiv
stay sassssssy.

musomania

I was sitting outside the bench at school, listening to music, of course. I heard a voice behind patrick stump's heavenly voice. "Mack? Hellooo? MACK!" someone yelled. I was startled as to where my headphones flew off my head, but rested on my neck.It was Kiersten, one of my old friend. Lots of bs between us.

"What do you want this time, Kier," i sighed as i paused the music.
"There is a party at Keith's place," ah, Keith. Kier's old boyfriend that has been chasing her for years on end. "and he wanted me to invite you or whatever." she stared as she chewed her gum loud and obnoxiously. 
"When will it be? I have a few concerts coming up, like muse is coming to LA this Mon-"
"Tonight," she spat. "So are you coming or what?"
"Uh- sure i guess."
"starts at 11, bring your own music," she started towards her car, probably more expensive than my house and everything in it.

I grabbed my backpack, slouched it over my shoulder, and headed home. Right as I opened the door, there were 2 pitbulls to come and tackle me. My stepdad was here, hence the dogs. I heard my mom yelling at him. More drama. I headed up the stairs, locked my door, and plotted out the party, my plans for that night- or morning, per say.

11:15- show up
11:15 to 11:45- grab a drink and scavenge for aquaitences
11:45 to 12:15- talk to random people
12:30- give "dj" my mixtape i made
1:45- get home before mom catches me

luckily, Christopher was going, and at least i wouldn't be a lonely hermit with a fire mixtape. I headed over to his house, the cd in my hand, and helped him choose what to wear. We went over his game plan, and i gave him a talk about if he didn't want people to know he was gay, he can't flirt with the same gender. we climbed out the window and started past a few backyards.

(part 2 coming sooooooooooooon)
(this story is in no way real)

-viiv

late night thoughts

here's 1/2 posts for tonight to make up for the whole "lost my computer thing"

it is very unsettling that one time in our lives, all of our cells will die and be replaced, then we will have a whole new body, basically.

is anyone really sane enough to eat tomatoes that are chunky like in pasta sauce like AYY WYD WITH THAT TOMATORNADO EW

im really hungry and i wanna get food but im scared im gonna get caught sos

tbh i love jawlines and dimples and grey sweatpants

EEK SWEATER WEATHER CAME ON AT THE GROCERY STORE AND I WAS SQUEALING AND MY MOM WAS SCARED FOR MY WELL BEING

speaking of which

i am listening to tnbhd rn yay

oh look what came on shuffle

"SWEATHER"

OKAY IMA GO JAM OUT PEACE

since you've been gooooooone

jk i was the one who has been gone.
whoops.
i left my laptop at my friends house and i just now got it.

aaaanyways there will be a new post up tonight.

stay sassy.
-viiv

Reality

I walk out the door, into my car, to his house. Him. The most handsome gentleman a woman could ever want. And he’s mine. And I’m his. I look in the rear-view mirror. Staring at my eyes. There was not much traffic in Chicago today, which is weird. I pull into the coffee shop, and buy a coffee- salted caramel macchiato. His favorite. I say bye to Mae, my favorite barista, and head out the door. Fifteen minutes more of driving ahead of me.

Pulling into the driveway, I take a sneaky sip of the still-warm coffee I got him. I knock on the door to see his mom yelling at her husband.

He rushes me to his room where we climb out the window, onto the roof, the coffee in his hand. We stargazed until midnight where we just talked about nothing and everything, problems, and feelings. I loved him so much, and I was glad to call him mine. He wrapped his warm jacket around me and leaned in to put his arm around my waist. I nuzzle my head into his shoulder, broad and muscular. He tells me, “god, i’m so in love with you. I never want to leave your side, and I will never let you be alone, sad, mad, or frustrated. I’ve got you.”

“I love you.”

Then I woke up.

(part two coming soon on trash66669.blogspot.com)

Nyctophilia

(n.) love of darkness or night, finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

Hour 0

I was in my bedroom last summer when she came. Alex opened my window, looked around, and sat on the end of my bed. I covered my naked chest with my blanket, curious of what she was up to this time. "Adrian," she whispered, "come with me. We can be free."
" What? I barely even know you," I hissed, as I hate when people interrupt my 'hibernation', "and what are you doing in my room anyway? It's four in the morning!"
"Please Ade. Trust me." only my friends call me Ade, weird.
"Fine. Where are we going this time," this wasn't the first time she came into my house, uninvited before dawn, "New York? California? Orlando? Howabo-"
"Houston," she interrupted.
"Houston? Do you know how far that is from Portland? It's about," I thought real hard to calculate the distance, "two days! Without stops!"
"Then we better get going," She threw a shirt at me that was on my floor. There was something about her persuasive, forceful attitude that I admired. I grabbed my backpack, stuffed some clothes, money, and some chargers and my laptop. We hopped out the window, and cheeped over to her car.

Hour 1

We hit the road, stopping for gas at the BP around the corner. She didn't put on any music, so we just sat in silence. There was something about her presence that just gave me a warm feeling inside. I remembered that we bought energy drinks at the gas station, so I opened a Monster and took a huge gulp. We would need tons of these to get us through the trip. I immediately got a caffeine "high" and couldn't stop tapping my foot. Ah, the joy of annoying, repeated noise.

Hour 5

Silence. Pure, cold, silence. I told her that we should just turn back,  My parents will probably be so mad and disappointed in me, which was probably the caffeine talking. Even more silent. Until she broke the unbearable void of it. "Stay, you're not gonna leave me. This place is right where you need to be, and why your words gotta mean so much to them and mean nothing to me." I didn't even know she loved Eden- one of the best songwriters out there. And back to silence it was. She pulled into Shell, and filled up while I got some food for us: Red Bull and Doritos. She didn't seem to care, though.

Hour ??

I don't remember a thing. She woke me up, and we were at the Hilton hotel, about to get a room. I was on the couch in the lobby, while she was at the desk, handing over some cash. I ran to stop her so I could pay, but when I touched her, she disintegrated into thin air, everything around me started to melt, and so did I.

I woke up.

Just a dream.

I loved her.

I will always love her.

- Adrian

*this story is in no way real, please give credit if you decide to use it.*

Late Night Story; Blink

blink; by viv

I stare at the ceiling in my dark room, watch the fan swing around on this hot summer night. My friends are out partying, but that's not my thing. Antisocial is my middle name. Blink. Blink. What seems like hours go by. I check my phone, 4:18am. No notifications. I decide to crawl to my desk, grab my earbuds, and listen to some music.
I let my soul fill with the deep meanings and rhythms. My mind floats with thoughts of how I relate to these dark, solemn songs. I feel warm and cozy, dreaming of the california beaches in the songs, being free. No anxiety, no regrets, just wild and free. Wishing I could live that lifestyle, I get my hoodie on, some shorts, my old sneakers I've had since middle school. Starting down the stairs, I realize what I am doing is wrong but right. I grab my keys, some money, and write a note on the fridge saying, "thanks for everything". Legally, I can leave home without anything holding me back. Midnight marked my eighteenth birthday. 
I get in my car, older than me, and head out the driveway. I couldn't live in this little town where nothing happened. I headed to the gas station around the corner, which was empty, and climbed the roof of it. Goodbye, Minnesota. 
I hopped off, and ran to my car, blasted music, and raced on the freeway. Heaven knows where I'm going, but it sure has to be better than this place. My heart pumps with adrenaline, knowing that I will never see my parents ever again. At least it would be less harsh on my non-existent siblings. Blink. Blink.
The time says 6:28, and the sun is rising.
It's official. I'm finally free.

*this story is in now way real,it was just a 4am idea. Please give credit if you share it*

aaaaanyways, stay sassy.
-Viiv