spider-related horror stories in the space of 24 hours

*you sit still, listening to a fan blow, and distant piano playing and singing…all the sudden, the piano and singing stops, and there is a gasp of fright…*


So today, i’d like to talk about spiders, and more importantly how deathly afraid I am of them.


While I was getting a trash bag out earlier today, I somehow knocked over an entire box of nails…I don’t know how, just that next thing I knew I was sorting a bunch of nails into a box.


Seriously, I came in contact with 3 spiders today, and for someone who is very very very afraid of spiders, that is 3 too many.

And the third spider I saw, I came in contact with less than 10 minutes ago, and I’m still freaked out about it.

Here’s some funny and relatable quotes from “Teenager Posts”, also known as what I often search at 3 AM with a glass of water…gotta love that unnecessary information…

Post #4002-“Don’t worry, the spider is smaller than you”…”Yeah…so is a grenade…”

Post #7793-If spiders start flying, i’m leaving this planet.

Now, for the sake of your entertainment, I’m going to tell you the stories of me flipping out over an insect.

CONTACT TIME #1-I was sweeping the entire house, because i’m a good child. I was feeling pretty good about the fact that there were no spiders under the towels by the back door, since I vividly remember a very large spider coming out of those once. But, it was time to lift up the front door doormat. The second I lifted it up and set it down, ready to sweep, there was a regular sized spider (I’d think brown recluse but I don’t know, since that’s not the type of thing I google) right in front of the door. I freaked out, and my mom kept telling me, “It’s easy, just sweep it out the door!” but you don’t understand…WHEN YOU’RE AFRAID OF SPIDERS, YOU WANT NO CONTACT WITH THEM WHATSOEVER. Yes, I couldn’t even touch one with the broom, so my mom had to get up and sweep it out for me.

CONTACT TIME #2-This happened literally right after the horror story above. I was sweeping away all the dirt under the mat, when a spider emerged from the depths of awfulness in the mess, running out across the floor. I jumped and dropped the broom. This time, I was encouraged to get a paper towel and crush it, but that’s way too close for comfort. But, it was about to crawl underneath a bookcase/storage unit type thing in the living room, and I wasn’t going to do anything, so my mom had to help me again. Thanks, mom.

CONTACT TIME #3-The fear in my heart is still raw as i’m writing this. I was in the music room of my house, which has one mattress type thing to sleep on, a tiny twin-sized bed as well, and a lot of musical instruments, including a piano/keyboard whatever. I was playing around on it, and had just ran through a song that I wrote two days ago called “earthquake”, and right after I did so, I glanced down from the piano/keyboard, and saw something move by the right leg of the piano. As I focused on it, I realized in terror, that it was a spider the size of my whole palm, or close to it-it was a big spider, okay? I yelped, almost falling off the stool by the piano, and watched as it crawled underneath the mattress.

I never want to see that creature again. Or any other spiders, rather. I know they kill mosquitoes, but oh please-spiders are terrifying.

So those are my spider horror stories for today. Do tell me in the comments:

Are you afraid of spiders? 

You now have some of my kryptonite, world, please don’t use it against me.

Also, i’m contemplating the topic of my next SCIENCE! entry, so if you have any controversial science-ish topics, feel free to let me know.

Have wonderful lives!


*It was Weird Account of course. Little do you know that Weird Account was scared by the sound of a record/vinyl bag falling, because she thought it was a spider. It’s your decision whether or not to be concerned.*

klutz chronicles #2


Originally, when I called my second post ever “Joan Of Arc/Klutz Chronicles” , I wasn’t planning on it being a series or any multiple time thing.

However, today, I deserve a medal for being a complete and total klutz.

Honestly, I think I’ve said “I’m an idiot oh my god I’m such an idiot” about 50 times today out loud and over a 1,000 times in my head.

So, without further delay, here’s an entry that I give you permission to laugh at me about.


Today, at lunch, some of my friends and I stayed up in my math teacher’s room.

But this wasn’t any normal lunch.

Let me explain what happened.

Since my mom is really sick, she couldn’t make my lunch this morning (YES I KNOW I’M REASONABLY OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE MY OWN LUNCH BUT I TAKE 5 BILLION YEARS TO GET READY…DON’T JUDGE ME I FEEL YOUR JUDGEMENT COMING THROUGH THE SCREEN), so my step-father had to.

He forgot to pack me my water bottle, so I borrowed one of my friend’s. I took a sip, and set it down stupidly on my desk, which is quite obviously slanted mind you, causing the water bottle to fall down. My thermos filled with soup was in front of the water bottle, so when it fell, it knocked over the thermos, causing soup to fly EVERYWHERE-which is all over me, my desk, and a little bit on the patch of carpet to the left of my desk.

I can only imagine how funny that must have looked. Even when it happened, I started cracking up before all the guilt and “ur an idiot lol” thoughts came around.

So, I spent my lunch mainly just wiping up the mess that I had made in that catastrophe, instead of eating.

…I’m hungry…

After I started really feeling bad about my klutz-ness, the day inevitably continued.

After lunch, there was Social Studies, and I knocked over an entire stack of papers.

After Social Studies, there was Band, and thankfully nothing really happened then.

Now, a few minutes ago, I knocked over the laptop I’m typing on (I’m still in school wehey)! Thank everything in the world that I didn’t break it…

I’m just waiting for myself to trip over a shoelace or something and fall into the street. Seriously-I think the klutz epidemic is underrated. It’s life-threatening. I’m scared about myself.

So, that’s my day so far.

Let me know in the comments if you’d like:

If you are a klutz, what is one of the most embarrassing things that have happened?

Please, make me not feel so bad and embarrassed.

Let me know also if you’d like me to write a post about the universe’s existence as we know it. Yesterday, I had Chinese food with my stepfather and we talked about the existence of the entire universe and astrophysics, which was really interesting.

That’s Klutz Chronicles!

Have wonderful lives biscuits!


*now the reason I didn’t do a theatrical piece is that if I do it I may trip…you can’t get mad at me over that…*

are ghosts real? (also other stuffs)


*this week on SCIENCE!, we will cover a much more controversial topic-the supernatural!*

Also inspired from BuzzFeed Unsolved because their supernatural videos are very creepy and great, especially when they actually visit the supposedly haunted area!

Check these out if ya want!

and finally, the one I watched at midnight…

Now, onto ghosts!

Onto a specific debate on debate.org (here’s the link so you can see what people said for yourself: http://www.debate.org/opinions/are-ghosts-real), was perfectly balanced at 50-50. Also, it’s been recorded by a survey that almost half of Americans believe in ghosts-which means that believers ARE NOT in the majority as opposed to believing in aliens. We will talk about this later, but first let’s talk about evidence that maybe supports the existence of ghosts.

My point of view on this personally is that I think ghosts/the supernatural is a real thing, mainly because I think, like I mentioned in yesterday’s post, there is a lot we don’t know and there could very well be some kind of limbo in between death and living that isn’t being a zombie! Even if ghost-sightings are total BS, I still think there is at least a possibility at the supernatural. It’s such a fascinating, creepy, mysterious thing-if there are no answers, you can wonder, can’t you?

Man, there is a lot to cover about this! This will be fun.

On http://www.livescience.com/26697-are-ghosts-real.html, author Benjamin Radford writes, “Personal experience is one thing, but scientific evidence is another matter. Part of the difficulty in investigating ghosts is that there is not one universally agreed-upon definition of what a ghost is. Some believe that they are spirits of the dead who for whatever reason get “lost” on their way to The Other Side; others claim that ghosts are instead telepathic entities projected into the world from our minds… Ghost hunters use many creative (and dubious) methods to detect the spirits’ presences, often including psychics. Virtually all ghost hunters claim to be scientific, and most give that appearance because they use high-tech scientific equipment such as Geiger counters, electromagnetic field (EMF) detectors, ion detectors, infrared cameras and sensitive microphones. Yet none of this equipment has ever been shown to actually detect ghosts…” He continues by writing about how some people believe we may just not have the right technology to actually detect ghosts, but then others argue, “If they do exist, then we would have hard evidence of their existence.”

Everything cancels everything else out, and that’s why we still don’t have an answer. Every idea presented is only partially debunked by a particular party, leaving everyone with only an opinion and not a true answer.

Another idea covered in the article is bringing about the fact that some believe in ghosts because of something Albert Einstein had said: Energy cannot be created or destroyed but only change form. But physics respond to that by explaining that no bodily energy stays around after death, at least not detected as of yet.

But this still leaves unanswered questions, as many claim to have seen/came in contact with a ghost! Was it their mind tripping, or was it potentially something else?

Let’s dive into other opinions on this!

One believer writes on debate.org: “I’ve heard distinct voices with no one around and the voice was definitely from the immediate area. One time I distinctly heard a little girl say “HI” right behind me but there was no one else in the building and certainly no children. Me and several of my friends watched a clock detach itself from the wall, hover in mid air for well over a second and land a good 5 feet out from the wall. We did everything we could to recreate it and we couldn’t even make it fall off of the wall let alone do what we saw it do.”

One non-believer writes in response: ‘”One of my friends told me “insert spooky story” Yes… They told you a story… And? If you were not there to witness it, and all the proof is a simple story, what gives you the reason to believe the story? And maybe it did happen, but the friends could have altered the story in some way. The human brain might change the way you remember the story, causing it to be probably completely different from what REALLY happened.”


*and, for now, the mystery of whether or not ghosts really exist remains UNSOLVED.*

Tell me what you think in the comments!

Do you think ghosts/the supernatural exist(s)? 


Oh Wonder’s new album Ultralife is coming out very soon and I’M SO EXCITED OH MY!!!!

I am so obsessed with it’s first two singles, Ultralife and Lifetimes, they are so amazing, I love them. I feel like this new album has a much more colorful vibe playing through the songs, and I love that.

Seriously, I’m planning on ordering a signed LP of the album on the merch store-since they aren’t that popular, it’s a steal for one of my favorite music duos ever, so that’s amazing.

Oh Wonder is just great stuff to me.


I’m pretty obviously out of writer’s block, HURRAH!

Not just for the blog, but I’ve been writing songs like crazy. Song names are “third”, “without a moon”, “drunk”, and “to jupiter” all in the span of 5 days. I’m proud of myself!

As to whether I’m going to post them, “third” is a 100% no, but i’m not sure of any of the others.

I’m out of things to write about now….

Hope you enjoyed this post covering a load of stuff!

Have wonderful lives.


*now i’m just not doing my theatrical pieces out of laziness. sowwy.*

are aliens real?

*why am I writing this, I wonder, as I write words on a screen, tired, in a room…why would I write if I have nothing to say, I continue to ask myself, but then again, why am I here…Weird Account is back, confused, exhausted, and as mentally drained as ever*

That’s a really strange introduction. I don’t care.


As I mentioned, I figured I had nothing to write about when I sat down, but that may change later. I’m scavenging my brain to find something interesting to talk about…










Sorry not sorry for caps. It’s enthusiasm, an emotion, part of how you think, how your brain operates…SCIENCE!

I titled this post “are aliens real?” due to inspiration from a new BuzzFeed Unsolved video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmUrJaOo1Lw.

(let me break from character for a second-BuzzFeed Unsolved is the best BuzzFeed series, I think, it’s just really great. They cover crimes and conspiracy theories and the supernatural and it’s all so interesting so I recommend you check it out! Not long ago actually, I stayed up really late and started watching a BuzzFeed Unsolved video involving cases of ghosts and demons and it was midnight. Don’t know who thought that was a great idea, but it was so cool and funny, so…)


*Victoria’s opinion incoming, beware*

I simply do not understand how anyone believes that there is absolutely no form of extraterrestrial life forces in the entire universe.

That is scientifically impossible. I may not be a scientist, but thinking logically, judging by how colossal the universe actually is, the conditions for life are by far met more than once. SPACE FACT, did you know that the universe expands at a rate of approximately 67 kilometers per second? This makes the measurement of how big the universe is impossible to pin-point, and, as an astronomer by the name of Charlie Garcia says, “We can see 13.8 billion years into space because that is how long light has had to travel to reach us. Interestingly, because of the expansion of the universe, we can see much farther than 13.8 billion light years. In fact the visible universe is almost 45 billion light years in radius, centered on you” (Garcia, 1). See, I paid attention in English, I know how to make in-text citations by the MLA format. Slay.


Because the universe is so huge, why do some people still believe aliens don’t exist? Exploring articles by people who believe this, I see that a question most non-believers ask is that there is no completely solid evidence as of yet that proves their existence.

While that may be true, there also is no evidence completely debunking extraterrestrial life.

There are many Earthly mysteries like the Pyramids of Giza and Stonehenge have hinted at the possibilities of more advanced life forms, but there is a lot we don’t know.

And for now, the answer whether or not aliens really exist remains UNSOLVED.

ha. ha. ha.

Hope you enjoyed this scientific entry *puts on glasses and pushes them up*!

Tell me what you think in the comments:

Do you think aliens exist?

If you’d like more SCIENCE! entries, lemme know, and about what?

OR you could just not care, that’s an option for everything in life, isn’t it…

Have wonderful lives!


*told you i’d find something to write about. guess Weird Account has some of her mind back after being dead for a very long while….*

Silhouette-Chapter Three

WARNING: This chapter in my story, Silhouette, is particularly violent (at least in my perspective), so if you dislike violence/fighting or anything of that matter, do not proceed to read this chapter.


Life hasn’t been kind to me for the past while, partially due to some reasons that I won’t explain, and also due to the fact that my mindset lately has been awful and anything I write would be depressing.

So, because it was the least I could do, I edited Chapter Three of Silhouette, titled Verboten, which means “forbidden, especially by an authority”.

So, here you go, the next chapter!


“Chapter Three: Verboten”

Crown learned quickly that the burly man’s name had been Wood Fallen.

She had also learned she wasn’t supposed to know that.

It was so brief, at the desk of the Town Hall. A woman dressed in all white gave a somewhat flirtatious smirk to the man. “Wood Fallen?” She had asked. He looked her way, but then shouldered past her, trying to ignore the pitiful look on her face. But judging by the way he had stopped abruptly when he saw her but kept walking almost immediately, Crown sensed that the man had badly wanted to respond to that woman.

‘I wonder what he would have said to her…’

Around the next corner of the sprawling maze of the Town Hall, Wood Fallen as he was called looked Crown square in the eyes. Crown could tell he was wearing dark eye contact to conceal his true eyes, but still a glimmer of amber and green glistened through the contact when light caressed it just right.

“Oh, Crown Hayze, you little brat…”

He spat her name with vile and bitterness, pinning her against the wall. She could do nothing against Wood’s impeccable strength that made her stiff as a corpse against the white cold bricks of the wall.

“I know your little secret, and you aren’t going to get away with it. I know Earthen committed suicide. I know you have inherited your stupid mother’s genetic material that allows you to be immune to our procedures. It’s all in a microchip in your head. So, I’ll have to do this the hard way so the doctor doesn’t have to deal with this horrible sin that you have….then your mother is next, to be executed, of course. Consider yourself lucky.”

Wood grabbed her shoulders with such force that Crown had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in pain. He then gripped her wrists tightly so even Crown could feel her blood pulsing through her veins there, and led her to a vacant room in the Town Hall within the sickly medical sector.

There, he slammed her down into a hard wooden chair, that being close to the only furniture in the room besides a seemingly old wooden desk in the right corner.

Fear raced through Crown like thick honey, only it was nowhere near sweet. It felt like it filled every part of her, gluing her down, her limbs motionless. It felt like it was in every cell of her, holding her captive. It was like sleep paralysis. She could see, but not speak or move.

But she knew that Wood was going to try and kill her, even though that’s not what he tried to make it sound like. A knife would not be used to cut a microchip out of her head-different medical equipment was needed to perform an action of such.

Being a sin in Alquerbridge was like a speck of dust on impossibly clean floors, or a smiling face in a crowd of faceless people. She needed to be washed away, and even taking whatever chip she may have had in her brain out would not fix the fact that she had been born this way. Born a sin to the government. Born a sin to Alquerbridge.

But not born a sin to her mother and not born a sin to her sister.

Wood, while still gripping Crown’s wrists, reached for a drawer of the old desk and pulled out a knife, straining her arm.

“You are a sin to all of us, you sick, sick young girl.” His voice resonated scarily, and the space around her seemed to close. His voice even drowned out the sound of her heartbeat. It seemed to soak into every crevice, that sick numbness that her own mind cast upon itself.

But as he drew the knife and set it close to the back of her head, Crown could feel again.

She felt the chair beneath her. Wood’s death grip on both of her wrists with one hand. The silence in the room. The sounds of voices down the hall. The sounds of footsteps. Wood breathing close to her ear. Her nerves itching where the knife was about to touch.

“Not a sin to Earthen.”

Unfortunately, this was not like a scene from an action movie when Crown suddenly kicked backwards, her voice resounding not as strong but as young and weak.

The knife that had been waiting to cut into her skin then sliced a clean chunk of her hair off, and Wood dropped it in a hurry to hold Crown down again. She threw a punch at him, but only missed. She saw the door, and her only chance to at least try to escape. She lurched away from his flailing hands and set her hands on the doorknob that was still warm from Wood’s hand a few moments earlier.

Then time felt like it stopped, pausing around her, almost like a spectator or a watcher pausing a video to take in what was happening. The moment she tried to open the door, there was a searing pain.

It traveled around her lower neck to the small of her back, like a trail of fire down her spine.

She felt blood, it’s thickness gushing out out of the line that was just drawn by Wood’s knife. Then, just like that, she was weak again, and helpless.

“I was going to kill you anyway,” Wood tried to say in between heavy breaths, “and you just gave me more reasons to.”

Her vision was blackening, stars dancing in her eyes, the singular flickering light multiplying into several all around her vision like a kaleidoscope.The plain white walls and white floors were splashing with buckets of color-blues, reds, greens, pinks. Everything went blurry around her.

But she saw the knife that he had dropped and gripped it with her last amount of energy, hurling it at him.

Then, everything went black, and everything went cold.


“Haha, mistress, you are so hilarious! Would you like some more tea with your French Toast? My special, of course.”

Earthen and Crown had been so young then. Crown was around 7 and Earthen was around 5, still relishing the light of their childhoods. The girls were dressed in two bouncy pink dresses adorned with sequins, followed by princess hats, the kind with the ribbons on top. There were 4 chairs, Earthen and Crown sitting in two of them, and two large and fluffy teddy bears took up the other two. It was tea time.

So there they were, happy as 5 and 7 year olds sitting at a childish picnic table with white picket chairs drinking imaginary tea in the light of the summer sun. But all of the sudden, a colossal cloud passed into the view, and then everything was black again.

There was just black….and then there was Earthen, taking off her princess hat.

She looked so much older, her eyes glimmering, her hair shorter, raising just above her shoulders. 

“I wish I could tell you that this is what I planned. I wish I could tell you that there was a way I could help you.”

“Then again, I’m the one pushing your conscience back to reality, preventing your death. I don’t know how I’m doing it, but I think it’s through that chip. I thought I was never going to talk to you again, but what I realized was that I can only reach you in times of weakness. After all, you’re dying right now, so that’s why I can talk to you. After I died, you were weak from your emotions surrounding my death. But, here I am.”

“That man’s a government official, known for his astounding amber green eyes, which you noticed through his contacts while he goes along with when he has to leave the upper floor of the Town Hall. He has killer morals, as you undoubtedly just experienced.”

“I can’t tell you what’s happening right now, all I’m doing is holding your soul in your body for you. You can still die. Just like that, your life would be done just like mine.”

“I know you want answers about that chip. It’s real. Grandmother was the leader of an Alquerbridge rebel group that formed the chip that prevented mental control by the government. Those without the chip could be pulled up on a file and controlled. But you can only control a certain amount of people at once….the government officials aren’t all there by free will, you see….”

“This is forbidden in terms of the government, but I can’t help you, and i’m….”

“You’re alive, Crown, I can feel your soul beginning to fill your body again.”

“My time’s running out.”

“Good luck, you need it…”


“Sorry dear that he got a hold of you. He is a bit unpredictable sometimes, that man.”

Crown woke up coughing blood into a sink, clearly in a different room, but still in the medical sector. The white walls were like chalk, with that same pale color and crumbly look. But as she reached her hand out to touch it, it was strong and sturdy under her touch. But her depth perception had been lost, she noticed, for it felt like those walls were standing in the middle of the air, spinning.

‘Why can’t this whole thing be just an awful nightmare that I will just wake up from back at home? I would go give Earthen a big hug good morning and check on Mother….’

“Do you remember why you are here?”

Crown coughed up a little more blood, and went to touch her neck lightly, covered in fingerprint bruises.

“No,” she said, but she very well remembered.

‘I wonder if Earthen’s watching me right now…’

Crown turned to properly focus on the source of the voice that appeared to her side when she woke up. It seemingly was a mixed middle aged woman with sleek black hair tied into a neat ponytail and large sparkling brown eyes. She smiled, her teeth twinkling in the white light.

“I’m Cloud, a doctor here. Unfortunately, you’re not here for a great reason. You were just attacked by a man who is getting disciplined at the moment, and now I am required to perform the memory loss procedure to make you forget every memory of your dear sister Earthen, lost to suicide.”

Earthen’s words rung through her ears. The time was now.

“DON’T JUST SAY IT! WHISPER. THERE ARE CAMERAS, MICROPHONES……” a voice screamed in her skull, making Crown have to force herself not to jump in surprise.

“U-Um….” Crown tried to stand, and ended up falling on Cloud’s shoulder. Perfect.

“Can you still speak to Youth Lost?” She harshly whispered before coughing up more scarlet blood into the sink.

Her dark eyes stopped shining for a moment, her smile falling from her face like a raindrop from the sky, and she looked at Crown with understanding and sadness.

“That means she has spoken to you, hasn’t she…” She whispered softly, gripping a inflatable to measure blood pressure.

‘Cameras….they can watch her….they can hear her…..so she’s trying to look like she’s doing something’ Crown thought.

“Yes….she has, Cloud Daiy. I’m immune. I-“

“You have a chip, don’t you, dearest Hayze child…”

They exchanged a gaze, and stopped whispering for many moments.

“Now, to perform the procedure, I need you to come here to the back room. You’re going to be a tricky one, to get in your brain. I’m sorry, but this must be done.”

Normally, one would think that Cloud betrayed her, but she hadn’t. Crown detected a slight change in her tone, the slightest touch of a lie that was able to be detected.

Cloud took Crown’s small and weak hand and lead her to a room in the back of the medicine room.

Looking at her straight on, there was a mischievous sparkle in Cloud’s eyes.

“You have to go. Leave the Town Hall. Leave Alquerbridge. The remains of your people are just outside the border. I’ll help you, but there isn’t much time. Not many have been in your shoes, kid.”

Placing a very thin plastic bracelet on Crown’s hand, she whispered,

“They’ll scan you with that. Child, if you stay here, you will surely die. Your mother has the same job as me-to find survivors of our group and bring them to our camp. It’s going to be tough. I must stage your death within the room as a procedure malfunction, which is sadly common.”

She let go of her hand, and glared at her with so much hate that there may have been fire coming out of her eyes, even though the intense look was staged, then pushed her supposedly carelessly into a secluded and small room in the back, like a closet. She pulled out a medical bed, hooking her up to a heart monitor.

She stood up to leave, but then gave Crown her fiery gaze again, and hooked her up to a drug, which had the word “FAKE” written across it lightly in marker, which Cloud rubbed off as she hooked Crown up to it.

“Stay here.”


Didn’t think that was where it was going, did you?

Tell me what you think of this twist in the story in the comments if you like. Or just any feedback in general.

That’s all I have for you biscuits! I don’t know when i’ll post next, but yeah!

Have wonderful lives.

-No theatrical piece, my head hurts, you have to deal-

DOAB Tour, Memphis 4.8.17 Review

hOI you lovely Humanz!

Wrong time for Gorillaz, I know. This entry is about Panic! at the Disco!

So, for those of you who don’t know from my last post, I went to a Panic! at the Disco’s Death Of A Bachelor Tour in Memphis at the Fedex Forum. AND BUCKLE UP FOLKS, LET ME TELL YOU OF THE BEST CONCERT I HAVE EVER BEEN TO.

Sorry Kelly Clarkson, Taylor Swift, Madonna, Selena Gomez, and Melanie Martinez…Panic!’s Brendon Urie takes the cake for the best concert and one of the best nights of my short life so far. TATINOF shares it, sorry.

Panic! was very very amazing and I recommend that if you have a chance to see Panic! live, do it!

The opening acts were Saint Motel and Misterwives, and both were really really good! Saint Motel was giving off a very vintage-esque and beachy aesthetic vibe, and Misterwives gave off a very colorful and upbeat vibe. Both bands had loads of potential.


But now, onto Panic!….

Here’s the setlist:

  1. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time
  2. LA Devotee
  3. Ready To Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind)
  4. Golden Days
  5. Vegas Lights
  6. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage/Camisado/But It’s Better If You Do
  7. Hallelujah
  8. Nine In The Afternoon
  9. Miss Jackson
  10. This Is Gospel
  11. Death Of A Bachelor
  12. The Ballad Of Mona Lisa
  13. Movin’ Out (Anthony’s Song), Billy Joel Cover
  14. Emperor’s New Clothes
  15. Nicotine
  16. Crazy=Genius
  17. Let’s Kill Tonight
  18. 24K Magic/ B***h Better Have My Money/Drum Solo
  19. Girls/Girls/Boys
  20. Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen Cover
  21. I Write Sins Not Tragedies
  22. Victorious

As copied from setlist.fm of course, because it wasn’t like I was there with a piece of paper writing the songs as they came on, becaUSE I MEAN COME ON ANGEL BRENDON URIE WAS ON STAGE.

I went with two of my best friends, Cat and another, and we all fangirled and had a blast.

10 minutes previous to him actually coming on, a timer was projected onto the screen that got adrenaline flowing throughout the ENTIRE ARENA. Every time a minute went down, another section of Panic!’s triangular logo lit up! And also, every time a part of it lit up everyone would scream (including me….no shame).

And all of the sudden, one of the guitarists came on stage and starting playing the catchy beginning of Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, and I yanked my phone out to record it, resulting in an awful recording of me shaking.

There were three long vertical rectangular screens behind Brendon, with a big block in the center with a drum set on top, and two podiums on either sides to support the Trumpeter, the Saxophonist, and the Trombonist. Yes, Panic! at the Disco did involve brass instruments, and it was amazing. Here’s a picture I took of the stage during the concert: 20170408_210728.jpg

/The stage right before Ready To Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind)/

I must add that in between each song, nostalgic electronic music played with techno projections on the screens! The projections for each song were absolutely stunning in my opinion, truly reflecting the aesthetic of every song.


/The quieter moment in Golden Days, accompanied by golden sequin projections/

After The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage/Camisado/But It’s Better If You Do and Hallelujah, out comes a grand piano which he plays for Nine In The Afternoon!

After Nine In The Afternoon concludes, this is where the concert really goes insane. I think this photo speaks for how insane Miss Jackson was…


I guess you could say that Miss Jackson was literally FIRE.

Yep, that’s fire shooting out from the podiums. Actual fire.

After that incredible performance for the first set of songs, the lights go out and an incredibly satanic intermission video plays…why am I not surprised, this is Panic! at the Disco.

And then, a cap lifts off the B-Stage to the far left of the stage, and up comes Brendon with another piano, about to perform one of the most beautiful performances I have seen…a piano, magical version of This Is Gospel, in which that cap that lifted up off the B-Stage started making silver things like snow rain onto the piano while Brendon was playing it.


After This Is Gospel happened, Brendon walked through the crowd to go back to the stage and at one point was directly in front of our section (we were lower level, in one of the sections right next to the stage). Once back on stage, he performs The Ballad Of Mona Lisa, the piano comes out again for him to play his Billy Joel cover of Movin’ Out (Anthony’s Song), Emperor’s New Clothes, and then Nicotine, one of my personal favorites…


It was also performed very well with the illusions of blue fire, as you can see!

After this, he starts singing Crazy=Genius with a little fire in front of the podiums every time he sings “You can set yourself on fire…”.


/If Crazy=Genius….also, look! You can vaguely see the brass people!/

For 24K Magic/B***h Better Have My Money (which is Bruno Mars and Rihanna), Brendon actually steps on top of the center block and does a drum solo, and that man is really good at drums. What the heck, it’s Brendon, he’s good at everything.

Now, it’s time for the pride song of Girls/Girls/Boys!

In previous DOAB tours, fans were known to bring colored hearts in which to shine your phone flashlight through for the colors of the LGBTQ+ flag, since Girls/Girls/Boys is just what I explained-a pride song. I chose a purple heart!

Honestly, that song brings out so much positivity and acceptance into the arena for the LGBTQ+, and I’m so happy Brendon thinks the way he does about it.

And, with the lovely transition line of, “Now, here’s a song by one of my favorite gay men…” BAM! BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY AND EVERYBODY SCREAMS AND IT’S GREAT AND THEN…

“Your phone is running out of storage space.”

So, I have to stop recording Bohemian Rhapsody to make room in my phone, and just as I was recording his final speech for I Write Sins Not Tragedies and the finale Victorious…

“Your phone is out of space.”


So, I just took advantage of the fact my phone ran out of storage, and danced and screamed as loud as I could (not like I wasn’t already doing that, hence my really scratchy post-concert voice) for the final two songs.

Really, I am so grateful I got to share the experience of an amazing concert with my best friends and my mom, and I will remember it as one of the best nights I have had. Man, I wish I could go back.

Literally the only complain I would ever have is the merch lines, but that’s every concert. Besides, I have my purple heart AND A PIECE OF GOLDEN VICTORIOUS CONFETTI GIVEN TO ME BY A LOVELY LADY IN FRONT OF ME THANK YOU LOVELY LADY BECAUSE I COULDN’T CATCH ANY PIECES BY MYSELF.

Then sleep, then wake up, then breakfast, then a very long car ride, and now i’m here!

Concert was 10,000/10. Would totally see again, but I can’t.

Hope you enjoyed this concert review post!!! I have no questions for you guys today, but you can comment if you want.

Have wonderful lives, biscuits!

(and I didn’t do a theatrical piece but I’M SO ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT THE CONCERT DON’T YOU SEE)

And dear the people who wanted to go but couldn’t, I’m sorry, here’s some happiness for you *hands you a bag of happiness*.

very helpful doctors, possible pizza overdose, and music.

*there is an emptiness, a quiet. weird account hasn’t shown up for quite some time…but really, it hasn’t made your life any more or less boring, has it? there are many pizza boxes scattered around an empty room, when a figure rushes in and steals a piece of pizza from one of the boxes that you thought was empty*


So, my life has changed from boring to pretty not great. It’s for many reasons but i’ll just go over one:


And no, this isn’t because of acne, luckily i’m not a very acne-prone person, but what I mean is I have had two breakouts of Hives. One on Monday afternoon after I left school, and a really bad one of Tuesday that made me leave school to go the amazing doctor’s office. It got worse after I left the doctor.

And, here’s the thing, what I said in the title was pure sarcasm. THE DOCTORS WEREN’T HELPFUL AT ALL. So, for all I/they know, I just broke out in Hives for no flipping reason! UGH! IT’S SO FRUSTRATING.

And I’ve eaten a lot of pizza in the past few days! If there’s some type of pizza overdose, I probably have it. But, i’m still craving pizza. I still want pizza despite the fact it’s been my main meal for the past four or so days.

I’m a strange person-I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, I prefer pizza to chocolate any day. I never really loved sweets, call my crazy and call me mad. Mealy foods are the best foods.

Please don’t murder me in the comments! It’s just a personal preference.

Unfortunately, Jamie knows what it’s like when people disagree with somebody’s opinion (I’m sorry Jamie!).

Hmmmm, what else did I do today?

I learned a song by Dodie Clark on the ukulele and binged on Panic! At the Disco and twenty one pilot’s concert recap videos. The song is called “Absolutely Smitten” and Dodie Clark is amazing so you should check her out if you’d like! Some of my favorites of hers are “When”, “6/10”, “Sick Of Losing Soulmates”, “Would You Be So Kind?”, “Secret For The Mad”, “She”, “My Face”, “Human ft. Jon Cozart”, “Dear Happy ft. Thomas Sanders”, OH WHAT THE HECK SHE’S JUST SO GREAT. After all, she helped me discover Oh Wonder who I have talked about previously. Speaking of Oh Wonder, they realized a new track called “Ultralife” and I freaking love it.

Oh, and speaking of Panic! At The Disco…

I’m gonna go to the Death Of A Bachelor Tour in Memphis in 3 FREAKING DAYS OH MY GOD. I’m so excited for it!

Fun fact: This upcoming concert will be my 6th music arena tour! In order I’ve been to the following:

Kelly Clarkson’s Piece By Piece Tour

Taylor Swift’s 1989 Tour

Madonna’s Rebel Heart Tour (don’t ask)

Selena Gomez’s Revival Tour

Melanie Martinez’s Crybaby Tour

And soon to be Panic! At The Disco’s Death Of A Bachelor Tour!

DISCLAIMER*: I’m not trying to brag, i’m simply stating the concerts that I have been to. I sincerely apologize if you take offence and/or it sounds like I am trying to brag about it.


My question for you guys today is:

Have you ever been to a concert for an artist? If so, who? If you haven’t, who would you like to see (you can still answer this one even if you have been to a concert if you want). 

I’ve ran out of things to chatter about, so i’ll leave it here!

Have wonderful lives!


*and this will also be the last post in about 5 billion years unless something very rare happens: my life becomes interesting again! Jk, i’ll probably post again this Sunday, but you can never be too sure with this mess of an individual*

how to find your way around in a target store

*ahhhh, the store of overpriced CDs and everything you will ever need. maybe that’s why it’s a maze…but it’s all a mystery….*


As i’m writing this lovveelllyyy post, just a mere 3 minutes or so ago my mom told me “No computer” because I have to go to bed and sleep and stuff…and doing this is also breaking my electronics curfew. But I need to write this brain waffle post while it’s fresh in my tired mind.

Today i’m going to give you tips on how to find your way around Target (or this applies for any other mainstream store that is really big and is a maze of thingamajigs). And to figure out something, ANYTHING, to write about, I had to get lost in a Target store. Yes, my life is that level of boring at the moment.

Here is my list of advice from this experience of getting lost trying to find the books section.

1. One method of finding your way around Target if you are lost is to venture around and find the very front of the store. 

Yes, if you are lost you may have no idea where to go, but you will reach the trusty front eventually. From here, if you are trying to find a certain section, follow the signs on the ceiling to lead you where you need to go. If you are trying to find a parent/guardian, however, it is slightly more difficult, because unlike an aisle, a parent/guardian and move and talk and all things alike. At least, I think aisles can’t do that. It would be more frightening if they could eat. Because this differs on situation and I didn’t have much trouble finding my mom in the maze, I can’t help you with this inevitable event. Sorry.

2. Go to the main pathways connecting each section to the next and grab a basic idea of where everything is.

This is exactly what I did today. If you are lost, not just in the handy Target, it’s best not to panic-you will be fine. I told my mom I was gonna go find the books section and everything I needed to find, and this mean’t departing from her. Problem is, I couldn’t find the books section. But to do so, I walked to main pathways (the extra large ones, like I previously explained, that connected everything) and walked just in those areas until I found that section. So, you can use me for proof that this works.

And that’s pretty much all I have to say!

My question for you biscuits is:

What is your most frightening place in which you have gotten lost?

And with that, farewell, and have wonderful lives.


*i think i know the answer to why Target is soooo addictive. as the amazing comedian Liza Koshy from the youtube channel lizzza once explained, target looks like a literal archery target. to get a bull’s eye, it most likely takes many arrows…explaining how you get distracted in Target, getting everything you said you weren’t gonna get. so smart*

Also, due to my thinking that “Verboten” isn’t good, it obviously hasn’t come out yet, but I will in fact edit it until I get happy with it.

Goodbye for realsies now.

the anatomy of bad days

*morning sinking, wide awake nights, they never exactly leave, do they?*


So, i’ve been up since 3:30 AM for no reason at all. My mind just went, “Eyyyyyyyyyy Victoria! Wake up and stare at the ceiling for the next 4 hours!” and that’s pretty close to what i’ve been doing. Actually, as i’m writing this, i’m completely ready to go to school….I take an hour to get ready just about, and it’s 6:23 right now.

But I wanted to talk about the mindset behind something I unfortunately have lots of experience with: Bad days. But a different type of bad day-not where everything you touch malfunctions somehow, but more like an emotionally bad day.

The kind where you wake up and wish you never woke up. The kind where your mind seems like a cloud of black fog. The kind where you can’t think straight because all you can think about is how you feel like you’re being ripped apart at the seams. Metaphorically, of course, because last time I checked humans aren’t like giant stuffed teddy bears.

A bad day for everybody differs by person and differs by day.

I’ve mainly had three kinds:

The Silent Day: This is rarer for me, and it happened after something very horrible. It lasted about the entire week after this ‘event’. I basically felt like I couldn’t talk, couldn’t move, like I was paralyzed even though I could still do those things. These days come with extreme distance, and I can’t think straight or properly listen.

The Cover-Up Day: Happens very frequently when I feel like something is so wrong inside, that my mind is trying to suffocate itself, but I preferably try and hide it.

The Blank Days: Fairly similar to The Silent Days, but I mean blank by emotions. I don’t feel anything at all. May not even be triggered by an event.

So, what is the science behind them?

I do have problems in my head that probably do have to do with what I just said, but as humans, we all have good or bad days. Days where we wake up and feel good, and days where we just don’t want to put up with anything or anyone and hide in bed all day.

Silent Days:

I don’t know so much about it because it’s so bizarre, but i’ve come up with the idea that Silent Days are kind of like the after effect of something bad, like I described previously. Whatever you went through may have strained your mind, which causes the feeling like you are still-exhausted emotionally.

Cover-Up Days:

This day is just altered by my often detached persona, so whatever the science is for this kind of day(s) won’t apply to you.

Blank Days:

To find the post that exactly explained when I was going through this period of time, go to my post titled “borderline”. Here’s the link: https://rileysbackpack.com/2017/02/06/borderline/

That post explains everything about Blank Days, as I was going through one: you feel like you are in some kind of limbo, borderline in between emotions.

But really, at the end of the day, this is just me, and the anatomy behind the bad days that I have had. So, what about you? Feel free to comment a different type of bad day, emotion wise. I have had those days where everything I touch seems to fall, but that’s not my point.

Remember, you don’t have to comment if you don’t want to comment, even if that means I get no comments.

Hope you enjoyed this odd deep entry that I came up with that was the first thing I thought to write about besides sharing creative works in the last week.

Not exactly the post like I described in poison, “EY THIS IS MY LIFE NOW WOOP WOOP LOOK HOW INTERESTING YES BE JEALOUS”. My life is nothing to be jealous about, I just had a thought that I wanted to emphasize and share.

And about Silhouette: I have written Chapter Three, “Verboten”, and according to Google that means, “forbidden, especially by an authority” BECAUSE I PUT THAT MUCH THOUGHT INTO THE THINGS I WRITE. Problem is, I need to edit a bit of it because I wrote it kinda late into the night, but after that, be sure to keep your eyes peeled for it.

Have wonderful lives, biscuits!


*i don’t think anybody noticed that I started this entry with an unanswered question to make you read more, but my English teacher would be proud because I used a hook. And the answer? Bad days can leave, but never completely, at least in my terms, and that’s not a good thing*

Silhouette-Chapter Two.

WARNING: My story, Silhouette, contains sensitive material in relation to mental illness and suicide in a dystopian universe. Take this into account if you choose to proceed. The following may be triggering to some viewers.

*eyyyyyyyy look who it ’tis. You want something inspirational or deep or motivational or thought-provoking? is that why you read my posts? that makes sense since mainly all I write about is either about pickle fridges or deep stuff. CREATIVE WORKS WITH VICTORIA PART 3*


So, as said in my previous post, ‘poison’, here I am with the requested chapter two.

My life still isn’t interesting, I don’t know what you were expecting of me.

Here ya go!


Chapter Two: Dissipate


About four hours have passed. Well, that’s all Crown slept. Every moment, she tossed and turned, and she felt like something was missing. Something was cold. Something just wasn’t quite right. Something was off in the air of the house. She well understood that the dwindling fire that normally was burning in the hearth would be out by now, representing the chill in the air. But that just didn’t seem to be the origin-the air was too cold, almost as if a ghost was present in the eerie chill.

“Yes, mom?”

Crown’s mother storms into her bedroom, a look of distress on her face. Sweat is pressing the stray hairs from her dark brown tight bun to her forehead, and her skin is blotchy.


Crown blinks, and then it hits her.

Oh, no…

Crown stands up, immediately wide awake. She pulls her golden hair aside and her vision starts to blacken around the edges. Her palms begin to sweat, and her heartbeat thunders throughout her body.

Oh, god, no…

She sprints as fast as she can to Earthen’s room right across the hall from her’s, only to realize the bed is neatly made, her things unusually neat, the notebook gone.

Oh god, please. 

Crown runs her hands through her hair, and then runs to the window. It was open.

Oh my god. No. Please. This is a nightmare. Just another nightmare. Oh my god, please.

Crown looks down, and pushes her nails as hard as she can into her arm.

Please, wake up. Crown, please. Wake up. 

She removes her hands from her arm, and pulls down on her nightgown. She reaches her hand towards her nose, and closes it. If she can still breathe, this isn’t real.

But she can breathe.

Her vision shadows, and she falls backwards into one of Earthen’s many bookcases. It was filled with her books on nature books, yet also Utopian book series that she and Crown would share.

The shadows hold Crown tight, and a pulsating numbness resonates through her veins until she feels nothing. Not the slightest pinprick, not the slightest of sounds. The world goes empty, and then she’s standing still…

“Crown, it’s Earthen.”
“Please answer.”
“This is real.”
“Crown, please.”
“Crown, it’s me.”
“That’s fine, then. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me. But you won’t ever. Again. Your vision will be replaced to destroy any memories of me. You will get a new sister. They will allow me to dissipate and fade away from you forever. They don’t want me up here, Crown. It’s like i’m trapped between dimensions.”
“I met Winter, too. I met it before I came up here.”
“That’s okay, Crown. Really. But you need to forget about me. They will kill you if you remember. They’ll be watching you, Crown. Alquerbridge is a cruel, cruel place. Winter is worshiped for being cold, and that’s not right. They are going to try and hurt you. Don’t try to follow me. You can’t die, too.”


Crown’s mother, and Earthen’s past guardian, stood by the heath in the living room, holding her hands out. The fire flicked off one final spark, and then it was just a helpless lump of charred wood. It wasn’t providing any more warmth. Her mother’s eyes were completely blank, not the slightest bit of emotion in them like Crown had seen before she passed out.

“Crown, sweetie, go back to bed. Mommy can’t tuck you in tonight.”
She spoke softly, melodic like a song, like she was speaking to baby Crown again.


Crown’s mother finally awakened from her dazed state, and she threw the firestone into the dead fireplace, sparking the wood again, throwing shades of orange and gold around their faces.

“While you were asleep, they found her. Just a bunch of bones now.”

Crown whirled around to look out the window, which was closed. Nighttime had fallen, and all the nighttime festivities were quiet tonight. Winter was expected to be hostile, as it had just froze a citizen, so for the safety of those of Alquerbridge, everyone would remain indoors. Those of Town Hall would be up late tonight, deciding the aftermath of Earthen Hayze’s mysterious death.

In all of Alquerbridge’s history, this had only happened once, but not in the way of suicide.
Cave East was a young man, reaching the time of his Report, which was something citizens of 30 would receive. If you had a child, you would receive your Report early. It decided your dwelling and whatnot.

Cave East was known to his neighbors and peers to be quite a cheery gentleman, but quiet mostly. He kept to himself, but he would always go to the nighttime festivities. Something about the night was known to scare him, especially in Winter. He was quite odd, but nobody thought anything of it.

However, one time the night festivities were cancelled, and this caused Cave distress. This was the first time this happened. He didn’t want to be in his house as it scared him so, so then he went to the library.

Once at the library, he searched for something that would explain his odd fear of darkness and cold, as well as being completely alone in a time like this. He wanted something that would make him happy and enlightened, so he went to the Utopian section. There, Cave found an old withered book on a Utopian universe named Sydisse. However, this man had thought that the ancient happy lands of Sydisse were real, and that he could reach them.

The stories, illustrated by an anonymous author from hundreds of years back, explained the life of Patrik De’kan, a citizen of Sydisse. His adventures in the one book told the grand history of Sydisse, it’s customs, it’s traditions, it’s teachings. But one line stood out to young Cave East. “They say thou who try to venture through cold and dread may find ye teleportation device, that bring whom to ancient Sydisse.”

Cave East had thought that, if he ventured through Winter itself, he would find Sydisse, but he was very wrong. He travelled as long as his withered body would allow, but he eventually was murdered in his troubled rest. He was found just mere hours later.

Though this happened, Earthen’s was a first. It was supposedly suicide, a crime and not honorary death.

Nobody had committed suicide in Alquerbridge. They saw no reason to, for it would leave family and others distressed and distraught, as someone would have chosen to commit suicide. Some of the Town Hall members believed that suicide was a good way to rid of the weak subjects, but nobody was as weak. Simply nobody even thought to understand why.

Crown knew that what Earthen had spoken her was probably true. She had been unable to speak in the odd vision, but how she wanted to. She wished there was something, anything-even a spell to bring Earthen back to life. But had she chosen to end her own life, that wasn’t possible, even by the most efficient healers who would be able to cure disease and whatnot. Once a healer managed to save a drowned citizen, but those were simply rumors, tales.

She knew Earthen’s frozen remains would be disposed almost immediately. Crown and her mother would see it only once more, and watch as it would be swallowed in a billowing bonfire.

She saw a simple glance of the body the one time she looked out the window.
Her hair was stick straight, in strings. Her skin was icy pale, and her frosty blue eyes were closed, of course. Crown watched helplessly as they approached the household.

“Crown and Dove Hayze?”

A young, burly man with thick, dark hair watched expectedly as Crown’s mother walked miserably to the creaky wooden door, and the man almost simply tossed Earthen into her slouched arms.

“4.5 minutes. Then we will perform the usual loss of memory procedure-it will only endure a walk to the Town Hall, and from there you shall be assisted to a room to remove your memories of Earthen.”

Crown had heard of the procedure only. It was supposedly only performed when loved ones die not honorably. One of their neighbors, Crown thought her name was Flower Chance, had passed, and her daughter who lived in the house had to have her memory of her mother removed. The daughter, River Chance, was never around anymore. She stopped playing. She knew something/someone messed with her head, but she couldn’t place a finger on what. She just tried to fend for herself now.

Regardless, Crown was dead terrified. She glanced up at her mother, whose eyes were downcast, and she only nodded.

The door closed, leaving Crown and her mother with the unresponsive body. Her mother just merely glanced down at her dead daughter, and she then walked away into her room down the hall, closing the door gently.

Crown stared at it, and as much as she didn’t want to look at it, she had to.

Then she felt something. A tingling, something trying to get into her consciousness.

“Crown, it’s okay. You’re immune to the procedures. But pretend like you had no idea I ever existed…if you even hint at it, well…they’re going to kill you. I only said what I did if you heard me in that nightmare because I wanted to try and get your attention and see if you would respond to me.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m scared Crown, but you’re likely more scared than me. This is the last time we will ever speak.”

“Crown, I never got to say this to you when I was alive, but goodbye…”

Crown felt Earthen hesitate briefly, and she already felt her sister fading from her consciousness.

“Crown, the doctor’s name will be Cloud Daiy. Her brother committed suicide, too. But nobody knows, because Alquerbridge will do anything to prevent anyone from thinking badly about this city. When Cloud will start to try the procedure on you, you must ask her if she can still speak to Youth Lost. She’s immune. She will know. Don’t let them inside.”

And with that, Earthen dissipated completely, and the burly man came back.

“Time to go.”

So, that’s the next chapter!

Unless I pick up writing this story again, then there probably won’t be another chapter for a while. Let me know if you want me to get off my lazy behind and write Chapter Three!


Have wonderful lives, biscuits, and feel free to comment some feedback.


*should I be concerned about how my mind functions with these ideas? Haha, you tell me*


OMG, this is my 20th post on Riley’s Backpack!


Also, I’ve been on here for a little over 2 months!

That’s all!