I can't stop listening to "New Perspective." I'm so proud of Brendon and Spencer for continuing what they love. I would have been dissapointed in them if they would have given up. But I know my boys, and it isn't suprising that they kept going. And if you're reading this thinking "Her boys? What the fu--? She doesn't know them. What a lame-o." I've watched these boys grow up. They're all older than me and even though I've never spoken a word to them, I consider them big brothers to me. I'm so proud of their progress and what they've done with their fame; Brendon and Spencer in particular.
But anyways,
last night I had a dream that I met All Time Low at a playgroud after their concert and we chilled and talked for a while. They had to go so we said goodbye and went to a McDonald's to get food. I didn't eat and went to the Playplace with my friend (which was actually someone I don't know.) And we were up at the top in a bubble and I look down and All Time Low are walking to sit on a bench. They're all wearing BMTH shirts, except for Alex; he's wearing an ATL shirt, how vain. So I climbed down the thing to the bottom and said "Hey!!" They were all really excited to see me and told me that they would take me to their bus after they got their food... then I woke up...
Damnit.
Well, my room is clean. REALLY clean. I'm pretty excited actually. I have to go shopping for various things sometime this week. I also have to talk to Vicky about borrowing her books for summer reading..
Bye ya'll.
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