an illustrated story about how 7-7-7 ROCKED for me!

[so the thing is that these pictures were all SO bad that the idea of cropping and mucking with them for a post was getting me all overwhelmed and cranky. which, I mean, a squee post should not be about crankiness, at all. so. YOU GUYS, THESE PICTURES KIND OF SUCK. they do. but I ♥ them, and I totally said I'd make a picture post. so here's a picture post.]

on Saturday, bipagan and fairestcat and I went to Summerfest to see Panic! at the Disco with Gym Class Heroes, The Academy Is ..., and The Hush Sound. and it was just. OMG. fangirl bonding, and sunscreen smearing, and ass grabbing (well okay it was more of a passing grope), and perving peoplewatching and just. EEE. AND THEN, YOU KNOW, THE WHOLE CONCERT THING. WHICH ROCKED.

( here are some pictures )

so that's the end of the pictures. and my brain. bipagan and fairestcat, watch this space for uploads of the pictures .zip and Alpha Rev and the Panic! iTunes sessions ♥

everyone else -- or, well, some of you, at least -- watch this space for the stupid little comment-ficlet thing I wrote for fairestcat.


gaaaaaaaaaaah I need to either go back in time and do it all again (not for doing anything different! just for FUN!), or GO TO SLEEP. um, neither is going to happen, though. :D

so, um. I ... um.

( this is a spontaneous surprise ficlet thing about Brendon Urie air-drumming, only because Cat asked for it, and it is in absolutely no way a harbinger of my tripping and falling kind of head-first into bandslash. no, I really mean that. )