have you heard of my religion? it's called the church of hot addiction.

Dear friend,

A lot of things have been happening recently.

My cousin, Marla, and her boyfriend, Keith got married. I love and miss them both. They were married in Las Vegas on July 2, 2008. They are now living in Phoenix, Arizona. I miss Marla so much. I remember when I was little, I wanted to be just like her. She was always a role model to me, and it's so weird now to think that we're both adults. I'm finding the shift still to be difficult, from idolized role model to actual human being. In the past year, I think I've only gotten to see her once, and I didn't really take advantage of that because I was just having a terrible day. I feel really bad for that. I wish I could have gone to the wedding. I was looking at her wedding pictures on Facebook, and I started to cry because she looked so beautiful and happy. She has always looked beautiful to me, but the wedding pictures were different because, well, they were wedding pictures, and I wasn't there for that milestone in her life. I hope she can be there for my wedding, and I hope I look as happy and beautiful as she did. Now I'm starting to cry again.

I went to Warped Tour. That was a blast. I hung out with Molly for most of the day. I got to see Say Anything for the first time in two years. I bonded with Victoria Keller in the "pit" about our love for their lead singer, Max Bemis. Everything became a blur once they started playing. It was like a lightning bolt filled with energy zapped the crowd. I tried to take pictures of Max, but most of them turned out blurry because the crowd was moving so fast. I even had the motion setting turned on, but that didn't really help in this case. The idiot crowdsurfers were going nuts. I was standing near the security guards, so a bunch of those kids kept getting dropped on my head. This one girl hit my head so hard that I thought I would vomit.

Then, suddenly, I couldn't see anything. Everyone had crowded around me, and I literally could not see above or around the people. I finally managed to break free and see that Max was standing on the barricade right in front of me. It was so surreal. I guess he had planned to crowdsurf for a little bit, but that plan backfired. Everyone went so crazy, trying to get closer so they could touch him that they pulled him down to the ground, and everyone around him went down, too. I managed to be at the bottom of this dog pile. Max was trying to get up, and he stood on top of me. While all of us were on the ground, other people were walking on top of us to try to get to Max. As the bottoms of his shoes were digging into my thighs, Max was literally screaming at the people in the crowd to stop and to get off of us. He was finally hoisted out of the crowd, and a guy to my left was trying to pull me out. I felt so terrible because I couldn't use my legs due to the fact that I was underneath five people. I thanked him profusely once he finally managed to pull me out. I'm so surprised that my glasses managed to remain unbroken and that my purse hadn't been ripped apart. I had rocks stuck all in the sides of my legs, and I thought I would pass out or throw up, but neither happened, thank goodness. I just know that I must have looked a wreck.

Once Warped Tour was over, Rachel, Molly, and I were frantically searching for DJ. We were all supposed to meet at Gym Class Heroes, but DJ never showed up. I was incredibly furious. We finally found him after about a half hour, wandering around in the parking lot. Apparently, he had managed to get us all into the VIP barbecue. The lead singer of Cobra Starship, Gabe Saporta, thinks DJ is a super cool cat and always remembers who he is, so that's how we got in. The security guards didn't want to let us in because we didn't have laminated passes, and we couldn't just be escorted. Cobra Starship's merch guy (I want to say that his name was Nick? I really can't remember) managed to go inside, get passes for us, and bring them back so we could get in. Then, Tom Delonge couldn't get in because he didn't have his laminated pass. Apparently, being the super famous Tom fucking Delonge doesn't get you anywhere.

I had my graduation party. I was surprised that it turned out as well as it did. There were a few people whom I felt really didn't want to be there, and that kind of brought me down, but things were great other than that. My stepdad barbecued for us, and we made s'mores later. The s'mores were delicious.

I'm really excited for things that will be coming up soon, as well. Saturday, I'm going to Kansas City, Missouri to see The Effects with Rachel. Then, on Monday, we'll be seeing Treaty of Paris with The Frantic. We haven't seen The Frantic since January and Treaty of Paris since April. This will be my tenth Treaty of Paris show, and I'm incredibly excited. I'm excited to see them all again, and I'm excited to meet their new bassist, Nick Fonzi.

Also, at work, we're finally catching up with all of the other McDonald's restaurants in the country and getting a McCafe. It's basically this crappy little coffee thing. I've been "selected" to be a "McCafe specialist," which means that I'll be a really lame barista at McDonald's. We have a meeting today about it, in which we won't really learn anything because the machines aren't even up yet. They're just going to tell us why we've been selected and how we're responsible for knowing absolutely everything and training other people. I hate my job. I can't believe that I have stuck with that place for two and a half years.