...Yeah.
But don't worry, the last two(!!) weeks of this year have themes already. Are they good themes? Maybe not. Well, I like the last one. Actually, if you have any theme suggestions for next week, include them in your post, because I will totally get rid of next week's if one of you come up with something better.
So. Yule Ball yesterday. oh. my. GAHHHHHHHHHHHH.
It was... GAHHHHH. Siriusly, I can't form coherent sentences about it.
The non-wrock bands were more amazing than I expected. I thought they would be strange and out of place, but they really weren't. They just had amazing shows. Getting to see JFF and Whompy for the second time was amazing, because I've become huge fans of them since the Roflcoptour show in July. I could go on, but I need to save some ideas for my blog post(s?) on it.
But, basically, this sums it up pretty nicely: I sang and danced (well, jumped up and down) to The Weapon literally two feet away from Paul DeGeorge while underneath a giant parachute made of random sewn together bedsheets. Yeah. I know.
The only bad thing about the Yule Ball was that the extreme awesomeness (or, probably the loud music) made me physically ill today. So, I'm sick, and that's why this post is so short.
Annica, I'll read you tomorrow! Yeah. Kbye.
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