I'm burnin up! (Left to right: Nick, Joe, Kevin)

Ok, I have some serious updating to do. My first post isn't even close to true, now!

So, I went to the Jonas Brothers concert in Irvine on the 12 of July. The opening act was Demi Lovato, and she wasn't that great. Then some people started sending text messages to some screens on stage and they began popping up between acts. One was, "Scream if you love the Jonas brothers". Another was, "Don't you catch a glipse of heaven when you look in Joe's eyes??". Of course, I hated JB, so I kinda stood there. Awkwardly, of course.

The JoBros finally came on stage after probably a little bit less than an an hour of texting and commercials. Everyone (save the dads, boyfriends, and brothers that were dragged along with other concert goers) was screaming. I have to admit to letting out a scream or two, but that was just because I didn't have to watch ads any longer. They started singing, and everyone sang along. Even me. Before long, I found my self jumping up and down, singing at the top of my lungs, and yelling with the other girls from our party group. When the Jonas Brothers sang certain lyrics, my bffl, Gabby, and I screamed responses. Here's what it was like.

"When you look me in the eyes"

JB: When you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love me.

Us:I love you!!

"S.O.S"

JB: It's the call I'll never get.

Us: I'll call you!

"Burnin' up"

JB: I 'm burnin up, burnin up, for you baby.

Us: I'm burnin up, burnin up, for ____* Jonas!

Nick Jonas told his diabetes story** and then sang the song about it***, which made everyone cry. We were so in love with the Jonas Brothers, that there was an encore. They sang "S.O.S." for the first time that night, and "Burnin' up" again. Durring "Burnin' up", there were fire graphics on the screen that had previously hosted texts. In the middle of the song, two on-stage cannons shot out flames.

Afterwords, Gabby couldn't stop saying, "They're hhhot! With a capital huh!" I couldn't stop saying that I was "Burnin' up, burnin' up, for Joe Jonas!!" And I still am.

So, as you can plainly see, I now love the Jonas Brothers. Sorry to hurt anyone's musical feelings, but Gabby and Emma are right. They are hot! They're music isn't close to the best, but they're definately hot!!

*Substitute blank for Nick or Joe. Kevin isn't an option.

**About 2 and a half years ago, Nick was diagnosed with diabetes. He and his brothers were devistated. Nick feared for his music career, and his life. He wrote his song, and made a vow to himself: that he wouldn't let diabetes slow him down. He added to is heart breaking speech,"And it hasn't."

***The song's called A little bit longer. I beleive the album comes out August 15.

Ahhh...Memories (Hold tight, this one's longer!)

I think that today I've finally realized that time's not gonna wait for me to get ready to become a year older or a grade higher. Time's just gonna keep on going and, eventually, leave me in the dust. I need to be able to move on, and not get stuck reminiscing. I will have to get rid of old items which I used to defend by stating that "they bring back memories". Items can't store my memories for me, I do.



This came to me today when my mom told me to look through my closet and find things to give away. Things were going great, and I found a fair amount of unwanted clothes, until I got to my pajama drawer. As soon as I started looking through and pulling everything out to get a closer look, I found that most of the stuff in there had a great sentimental value to me.



I bunched the pajama drawer's contents into a giant wad and held them in my arms as memories flooded my mind. Memories that I hadn't thought about for months, some even for years. I was living at my Grandma and Babajoon's house with them, my mom, and my papa. Then I was at Round Meadow, then my current house (with my mom). Sierra Canyon Day Camp in the summer, Astro Camp in 6th grade.

When reality interrupted my memories, I began to think about the important things at my papa's house. My plastic crate flooded with toy weapons: The clear plastic colt revolver with the yellow barrel and the Scotch tape around the blue handle belonging to my cousin John; the hard black and wood-patterned plastic colt revolver missing the hammer also belonging to John; the hollow axehead that split in two when it hit the diving board while John and I were slicing zombies in play; the flimsy scimitar that damaged the spineless cactus we call "Lumpy"; the previously neon-orange toy resembling a Glock 17 that John admitted to stupidly coloring black with a Sharpie for Halloween and being accused of carrying a gun; the clear orange-tinted gun belonging to John engraved with "Machine gun" (Pistol), which it is clearly not, with duct tape wrapped around the barrel; the sword (now a small ax) whose blade was beaten off in another incident at the diving board; the Nerf Rapid Fire Machine guns that John's older brother Chris would shoot simultaneously at the two of us while we hid behind the couches in the den; the Star Wars gun (that I can't identify as being in any of the movies) that John and I dropped in the pool multiple times, for each time the sound would turn on and then off and vice versa; the small fluorescent green pistol that I would carry I my pocket wherever I went, should John yell "zombies!". Last but definitely not least, the Medieval Weapon Art catalogs that I shared with Emma and Cynthia in our games.

Those memories are just a few that lace my mom's and my papa's houses. They all mean much more to me than most of you could imagine. Thanks for reading this whole thing. And here we go again...

What Bugs Me: Time's going too fast for me! Slow down!!

Can I have a Nelson??? Please???

I recently went on a road trip all over Arizona (note to self: don't ever go to Arizona in the summer again! Any other time is fine, unless you have an uncontrolable urge to watch your skin bubble and boil in front of your own eyes.) and met the sweetest, cutest, most charismatic little dood! His name was Hokey.

I called him Nelson*.

He was a full grown miniture llama.

Nelson loved it when you blew up his nose. Since I was just the right height for him, he could rest his head on my chest while I leaned back a bit and blew up his nose as hard as I could. At that point his lips would flare back and he'd walk closer. Of course, I'd have to scoot backwards. Eventually, if I had blown up his nose long enough, Nelson's eyes would glaze over. Then, the nose-blowing would be interrupted and the cycle would repeat.

I want a Nelson!!

You may think that this only makes me happy, and doesn't bug me at all, ("so, why is Patch writing this here?") but, in fact, it belongs. What bugs me is that I can't have a Nelson!!!

*I called him Nelson after the character from the Simpsons.

Jonas Brothers...UGH!

Yo!

Well, my buddy's having this party and I kinda have to go. And it wasn't till well after I had accepted when I found out that we're going to a Jonas Brothers concert!!:-(( (Btw, if you don't know anything about me...I hate the Jonas Brothers!)
Now, that bugs me!!

Picture this: thousands of screaming girls (I'm not even kidding) crammed together all because a stupid boy band is screeching out some songs that practically make me want to puke in my own hair. And what's with their girlie gasps between words?? I can't believe that anyone could find that appealing coming from anyone...let alone three guys!

As if that wasn't bad enough, I have to go. Thousands of screaming girls...and me. A girl (in love with rock, not boy bands) who apparently has nothing better to do than go to a concert that has the power to flush her "misfit" reputation down the drain, and still have time to go to the after party. Well isn't this just grand.

At least I won't have my brain reduced to a lump of mud by their parasitic verses* and cancerous choruses. I'm stronger than their so-called "good looks**". I'm better than that.




* Haha. Parasitic Verse. The best name for a heavy metal band. Haha.

** I know a girl who actually thinks that the Jonas Brothers are "hot". Haha. I pity her.