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heroinkilledtherockstar:

Miley Cyrus’ cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit

Trying to help my friend pick a song for an English project. After denying all of my suggestions I give him Like Suicide by Soundgarden, clearly perfect for his book. He then tells me he’s using Bleed or something or whatever, no one really cares….by Evanescence. And he tells me he’d rather use the Evanescence song because Soundgarden “isn’t much better.” I need better friends. I am seething with anger right now. In no demension is fucking Evanescence better than Soundgarden.

A detailed report of the Foo concert I went to was supposed to happen last night. And in the last 24 hours I’ve either been a) sleeping b) hopped up on cold meds, or c) working on an English project that’s due Monday because I like to do things last minute, but not really. Also now my body is both outrageously hot and freezing cold at the same time. Maybe tomorrow when I’m concious and after my project is done I’ll write the post. But I don’t want it to be half assed, so all I can say is that when I feel I can do the concert justice, I’ll type it. And hopefully that will be sooner than later.

A lot has happened since I left tumblr. And by a a lot, basically I mean that I SAW THE FOO FIGHTERS LAST FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 23RD, IN PITTSBURGH AND IT WAS THE GREATEST FUCKING NIGHT OF MY ENTIRE 17 YEARS OF LIFE. But unfortunately, this isn’t all smiles and fluffy puppies…because now I have PSD. For real. Post Concert Depression. And before I go off on a rant, I’ll stop myself, collect my thoughts, and type out a overbearingly long tell all of everything that went down last Friday night. And then I’ll get all sad and talk about how much life sucks at the moment. Super long ranty post coming tomorrow, on the bittersweet one-week-anniversary of my very first Foo concert.