This Mad World is borderline Perrrrfection.

Adam Lambert is the complete package. The voice. The personality. The looks. The smile. The eyes.


That smile could melt a thousand grandmothers....and it has!


Ears and eyes the world over rejoice. Best package ever.


Bet you're not getting anything like this for Christmas.

He can sing anything. Anything. And MAKE YOU LIKE IT.


Awww...sing it! I want to give him a list of shit to sing. Anything. I don't even care. Maybe ingredients to make a red velvet cake. Mmmmmm...red velvet. You can like almost hear him through this picture. Shiiiiiiit.

He dresses pretty awesome too.

I want those shoes.

Adam's album is coming out in November, and I can only assume it will be everything he showed capable of doing on American Idol plus more.

For me, I hope some of his personality and feelings are captured and shine through in his music. That's one of the reasons why I don't especially enjoy music being performed by someone who didn't mainly write it. When you write something, it's a part of you. A little piece. He is collaborating from what I understand so I'm hopeful that his spirit and heart will reach out in his music. Super excited for this one guys!!

Here are some songs of interest:

First, one of my most favoritest AI performances "Tracks of My Tears." Beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9g-jDV5K3o&feature=PlayList&p=7E7C67FC90D5D07C&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=6 (paste this in your browser or suffer not hearing the greatest thing ever. It's your choice.)

Next the song I'm currently in complete undying love with, "Starlight"


There's tons of videos on youtube featuring this glorious Adam creature.
Go watch them. He's watching you.

For ever, and ever...I want to re-live this day forever...

How do you tell three people that they completely changed your life?



"When we were in high school, did you ever guess in a million years that you'd be standing here?" I asked Alicia.
"Nope!" she answered.
"Yeah. Neither did I."

Sometimes great things happen that change your whole perspective of the universe. These things could be a new found love interest, an exellent job opportunity, the birth of a child......meeting blink-182.

Waking up that morning, I had few ideas on the day's outcome. Oh, I knew it would be awesome-but just how awesome? "The Plan" was as follows: shower, rush around getting ready until Alicia's mother arrived, drive to Philly, take mini-tour of Alicia's new apartment, arrive at Susquehanna Bank Center in Camden by 12:30. My luck with front row for blink shows is very.....nonexistant. I thought that today would be the absolute perfect day to achieve such front row status, so leaving early was necessary.
We drive (...Dave steps on the gas...sorry, had to!), insert fun. CD into CD playa, Be Calm, text message.

Hey. between 1 and 3 blink is doing a meet and greet on south st. for the first 100 people....be there early
First thought: Haha! Funny Joke!
Second thought: PANIC.

I telephoned Alicia....semi-hysterically. She wasn't buying into it. I told her that we must. She said we would discuss it at greater length upon arrival. That worked for me.

Enter insane amounts of traffic. I played all sorts of scenes in my head. At one point, I began to lose my positivity. There are going to be so many people there. It's almost an hour since that fateful text message proclaiming a tweet from Mark Hoppus that stated meet and greetage. Don't get your shiny little hopes up.

I immediately killed my thoughts of negativity. Even if we did show up late, maybe we could see them through the window. Or what if everyone went really fast and they let people after the first 100 go inside the T-Mobile store? I began to frantically send messages to twitter that fit the guidelines of a standard 12 year old girl statement: "Omfg!" "If this is true, my life is complete. I will die" "Omgomgomgomgomgomg!!!!" "If I don't make it in time, I will tap on the window and cry! My tears will flood the streets! All of Philly under water!"

We got to Alicia's place of living a little before 12:30. I frantically hopped around the house, following her around with very wide eyes in an attempt to make her get ready to leave faster.
Headed toward South Street at about 12:45. Driving slowly......slowly......hmmmm.....T-MOBILE STORE. Gather things and run out of car.
The line is pretty long. It is hard to tell if we are included in The Chosen Ones or the Sorry, You Got Here Too Lates.

We're growing excited. I'm getting sick. We eat fruit snacks. We wait. I debate what to get signed. I talk about how much I want to hug them more than anything. I think of things to say, trying to narrow down the list. Will I tell them how they inspired my art? Do I point out my tattoo to them? Should I ask for a hug? Am I going to tell them that they sealed the deal on Alicia and my friendship?
I remind Alicia how seeing them on New Years MTV 1999 is our friendship anniversary. She laughs.

I ask her, "When we were in high school, did you ever guess in a million years that you'd be standing here?"
She replied ith the same answer that I had: "Nope!"
That was definately a full circle moment. I replayed in my mind so many things that had led me up to this very point. All the ways my life was enhanced by blink....only to be standing there in extreme hopes that maybe I would get the chance to spill my heart out to them.
I texted everyone I could think of to tell them I don't mean to alarm you but, I'M FUCKING MEETING BLINK 182!" Some were angry. Haha.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. People were winning contests infront of us, but I didn't care. Not for a second did I feel an ounce of envy for them, for at the end of this line was greatness. What if I'm jeparodizing my chances of front row by standing here? People were getting in line with people infront of us. Annoyance. What if now we're two people behind 100 just because of them? Anger. Then, all at once...I let it go. Don't be angry at a time as precious as this. Be happy and hopeful.
A lady walked down the line counting. She said two numbers when she looked at us. What numbers were they? Is she just taking a survey of the entire line of just the Lucky Ones? The line starts to look much bigger infront of us than it was when we got there.

The girl right ahead of us said that today was her brother's 16th birthday and that she was there in hopes of getting something signed as a present for him. Little did she know that she would win a pirze package-including a t-shirt, stickers and tickets. That, to me, was a sign of magic.

More waiting. It's well after 3. Alicia has class at 5:30. We're wondering how long this is going to take. Suddenly, two people come down the line. The woman who was counting earlier her hand full of pink wrist bands.I see her putting them on the girls in front of us. Look down at her hand. My heart stops-there has to be at least ten more left! WE'RE IN!!!

That's when it gets bad. I can't think straight. I can't believe that this is happening. This moment that I played out a million times in my head over the span of the past ten years. The reunion itself was a big of enough surprise. I never thought I would see these guys again...or at least for a long time. Now.....this. This...this standing in line, this pink wrist band with the number "85" written on in in silver permanent marker...this smile on my face, this stomach ache. All of it as real as everything around me. It is all coming together.We aren't allowed to take pictures inside. Kind of a bummer. I turn my camera on in my purse to record our triumph. I tell Alicia to open the camera up on her iphone. She's having them sign the case of it, and it's not her fault if one of them happens to accidently take a picture.

The line starts moving. We finally are standing infront of the store. I have to keep putting my hands over my mouth to keep from freaking out. We can see Travis' back through the window. A person who we think may be Tom's underwear is sticking out. We thought it'd be funny to tell him when we got inside.

So...five minutes later, it is our turn. And I am going in first. I reach into my purse for the bunny. The security guy at the door asks, "What is that?" I say, "It's my bunny!" He laughs. Alicia takes a glimpse in the doorway and grabs me: "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

Seeing three people who you have seen everyday on your wall, on your high school notebooks, in your locker- you think either of us would be prepared for thi?. I practically have every contour of Tom DeLonge's face memorized by heart. I can close my eyes and have any blink-era Tom come to life. But no...none of that prepared me for this. It was them. It was real.
My body went numb. I've never been "star struck" before in my life. But I guess it feels something like this. It has nothing to do with blink's celebrity-but everything to do with the role they played in my life.I couldn't keep from shaking. I asked Mark to sign my bunny. Alicia couldn't speak either- besides to say my name and "Oh my god!"

What do you even say to people who changed your life? What can you say? Does anything even come out of your mouth?

Mark shook her hand and introduced himself. He asked her if he could take a picture of Tom with her phone (Bingo!).


I told Tom how Alicia and I became friends during their New Year's MTV performance. Mark remembered that is was for year 2000.
Tom:"Yeah, everyone thought the world was going to explode."Me: "Yeah, I was waiting for that. I thought it'd be cool."
Looking into the eyes of people you have looked up to for so long is comparable to nothing. Everything I have ever wanted to say to any of them flew right of my head and onto South Street somewhere. After Travis signed my bunny's arm (I had a feeling he was going to), I stumbled outside.

That's when all the regrets went through my head: Why didn't I ask for a hug? That's all I really wanted. I forgot to show them my tattoo! I didn't tell them how much they mean to me. I didn't mention to Mark how I love fun.'s new album too. I forgot to tell Travis how awesome he is and not to listen to the bullshit people say on the internet. Mark doesn't know how much I respect him as a lyricist after the +44 album came out. I didn't ask for a hug!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!!! I blew my one chance. Blew it. Gone.
We waited for them to come outside. I sprinted toward Mark somewhat in hopes of redeeming my idiocity of not even trying to get a hug from them. He got into his car. I got no hug.

Alicia and I stared at the picture on her phone. Both of us got teary eyed. I kept thinking about everything I should have done, when Alicia's mom made a good point:
Don't think about what I didn't do. We had the chance to do something that people only dream of. We could have been number 101 and 102 and stayed out on the sidewalk with no feasible hopes of even being within three feet of any of them. Don't look back on what I didn't do-remember what I got to do. So I let go of my negativity and soaked up the moment.

For the rest of the night, when I played back what took place, I would start to cry. I got to the Susquehanna Bank Center with the feeling that no matter what happens, I met my heroes today. So...I ended up being in the second row! Not bad for only showing up minutes before doors opened. I even had time to go potty and get the event shirt for Camden.



This show was the best of my life. The concert is so much more enjoyable when you can see Mark and Tom's facial expressions while telling jokes and making up new words to songs.



I felt like I was part of someting much greater than I will ever know. Since that day, everything else seems so mundane in comparison...even eating! I think I used all of the excitement for the rest of my life on this date. I have never felt that way before, and I sit here in hopes that maybe, even if in another ten years, Alicia and I can make another memory. All I want to do is hug Tom and sob into his shoulder.



One of my many videos from the night:





These shows so far have been blowing my mind completely. From Hershey's stripped down show due to the constant downpour (we were drenched and spent the drive home in our underwear. We "took off our pants and jacket" haha) to the meet and greet and second row in Camden. I can honestly say that I am excited beyond words/really sad for my last stop on this tour, Atlantic City.
Also, I've read about DJ Am's passing and the great effect it is putting on the band. There is a video floating around of them doing a tribute to him at one of their recent shows. I wish everyone who knew him the strength to deal with losing their friend.