Wrockstock is LOVE

The wonderful thing about having a place to blog where no one reads what I write is that I can be as much of an ooc mushy mess as I want to be without ever having to worry about my image.

Cause, yeah, I worry about my image a lot. /sarcasm

Anywayz! WROCKSTOCK WAS AMAZING!!! I cannot even begin to tell you how bloody friggen awesome the whole weekend was! The Lodge we were at all weekend was litteraly the Hogwarts of the Ozarks, Abby wasn't lying about that at all. The area was so pretty, and when you stood out on the back deck over hanging the lake at night and looked back at the lodge, the GIGANTIC fish splashing lightly in the black water behind you, and all the lights twinkling out of the windows... Oh god, it really did look just perfect. It felt magical there. And then you add all the great people who were at/working/playing the shows, and it was heaven.

We had a little set back because Rachel was supposed to be picked p from my place by 11 so that I could leave by 12, and her ride ended up being TWO AND A HALF HOURS LATE, but other than that, the weekend was perfect. I had thought I was going to end up crying like a baby when I heard "Snape vs Snape" by Ministry of Magic, but I didn't. I DID cry when Oliver Boyd and the Rememberalls played "End of an Era", which I didn't expect until I was there and he was playing his set. I still screamed with everyone else for him the play the song even though I knew it was going to make me cry at that point.

Like I said, so very concerned about my image.

I met some great people, and actually got like a million diferent ideas for fics, and I met great people, and I heard almost all my fav wrock songs, and did I mention the people I met? Yeah, it was so awesome.

So much so, that I have decided that I am not even going to bother trying to go to Wrock the Boat or Prophecy next year if Wrockstock is happening again. I can only afford to do one Harry Potter thingy next year anyway...

And THAT is if m father doesn't kill me because I am going to drop all my classes this semester because I am failing them all. Yet again. This is getting ridiculous, but I really don't know what is wrong with me. I just need to suck it up and go to class, that's what. No matter how much I do not want to sit in class bored to tears, or how much I think my teacher is an idiot, or how much I don't want to put up with the students... no matter how much I want to crawl back into my bed and hide from the world for a day or two, I have to figure out how to get my ass to go to class.

I need more will power. Anyone wanna lend me some? And could you send me some bravery, too, so I can tell my dad that I am dropping out for the semester?

And a fly swatter? We've had a fly for about 2 weeks and it is going to drive me insane and I haven't been able to kill it yet.

Anyway, I'll be putting my video and pictures up soon, hopefully. As soon as I figure out how to get them off my phone, anyway. Oh! and I have others on a disposable that I need to develop. So, yeah, funness to come, promise!

Later!
~Swanky