Justin Bieber Concert/What Is My Life About

So, I went my first Justin Bieber concert last night. Obviously this is all over facebook, and if you know me, you know that I am sickeningly in love with him. A typical day starts out with me listening to my JB Pandora, Checking out www.justinbieberzone.com whilst brushing my teeth with my singing JB toothbrush, and eventually leads to you calling me and hearing my JB ringback tone. Yeah I know, try living with me. Adrian doesn't receive n e a r l y as many blowjobs as he deserves.

Going to this concert was something I have been looking forward to since forever, but mainly since last August when his Believe Tour tickets went on sale. Somehow I got lucky enough to be on the floor next to the fucking stage! (I guess I did fork out $800) He is just TOO GORGEOUS and honestly, he can have all my money. And my car, too. Also my dignity. Please, take it.

Amanda and I got ready until the last minute because she has never been on time for anything in her life, but we made it in time. We got our tickets and took our long, proud "I have more money than you" strut to the floor of the Pepsi Center where we waited to be told where our seats were. The lady grabbed our tickets, looked at us a smiled, and say "You guys are RIGHT NEXT TO THE STAGE!" Amanda and I soaked up how awesome life was at the moment and made our way to our seats where we were given wrist bands because the first two rows closest to stage were allowed to stand at the railing to touch him. How lucky is that? I about died, and spent much time trying to pull myself together while Carly Rae Jepson put on a lame preformance, and honestly, I could have lived without seeing that. Her music is shit. Anyways, we patiently anticipated JB's coming onto stage. I started contemplating how I was going to handle myself, and how I was going to not look like a psychotic crying chick when me and Justin finally made some well anticipated eye-contact. I have literally been waiting my whole life for that moment and I wasn't going to ruin it just because my marbles are loose for JB. I needed to get my shit together.

I realized that I was kind of old and I also smoke, so I couldn't keep up with the screaming 10 year old girls. I kind of just pretended to scream. On the inside I was building up a life orgasm that was about to explode in my chest and release sexual butterflies and party favors. Nothing feels as good as waiting for your idol to come out on stage. It doesn't hurt that he is gorgeous as fuck and sings like an angel sliding down a rainbow, either. nomnomnom. The countdown began and we waited a long ten minutes that felt like a fucking C E N T U R Y.

As soon as he started coming out, I was taking into reality JUST how close we really were going to be to Justin. I was -literally- maybe 6 inches from him? "Is this real? What is my life about? Holy shit he exists. I think I'm going to die. Help. Seriously, help me, I can't do this. OH MY GOD." Those were my thoughts as I watched Justin come down from the ceiling with Angel wings made of records and other cool shit. He "landed" right next to me and it was probably the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. Here is a video. Make sure to listen out for my grunting and self pep talking. I find it hilarious and Adrian thinks I'm fucking crazy. (Surprise mutherfucker, you're right!)

The concert only escalated from there and he kept getting more naked and I was starting to contemplate jumping on stage and just raping him. Thank god I decided not to grab a drink at the front or else I probably wouldn't have seen much of the concert. I tried again to really take it all in. Isn't it weird how  something you have anticipated for so long finally happens, you feel like you can't grasp it tight enough? You can't take the experience in the way you would like to. Your emotions are everywhere and bam, its over. 

I'm going to be completely honest, the whole thing was surreal the entire time. So surreal that the waterproof mascara I bought was unnecessary. I couldn't even cry. I was in complete and utter shock. It still feels like a dream. Was that REALLY Justin Bieber? He is such a mega super star that thinking of him as a regular person is almost impossible. He seems like something made up. He is so handsome and charming and talented. I can't even begin to tell you how infatuated I am with him.

This was amazing and I will never forget this. Ever.