six month anniversary, bands, Dumbledore

Today is my six month anniversary with Matt. Hmm... we couldn't do anything exciting because it's Sunday, but he did come to church with me and listen to boring old guys speak. Too bad he couldn't be there the third hour because I was feeling really spiritual.
I think I'm going to a Kelly Clarkson concert in Bozeman on September 1st, and I'm really excited. I've always wanted to go to a concert of a band... I don't particularly LOVE Kelly Clarkson, but she's okay, and she's better than nothing. I really want to see The Killers or Goo Goo Dolls or 3 Doors Down, but that probably won't happen. In seventh grade, I actually had a ticket to a Matchbox 20 concert, I could have gone with my brother, and I didn't, because I was stupid and didn't know who they were back then... How idiotic I was in my youth. :-P
Lauren was also going on to me today about Warped Tour, this band thing... she wants to go next year but she's worried about like drugs and stuff... but from what it sounds like, I don't care about the drugs, I really want to go next summer. Maybe we can go together... like my mom would ever let me. But Lauren will be 18... maybe my mom would let me go with her.

I'm over halfway through Harry Potter. It's really good, especially the love interests going on... I seem to be growing older with Harry, which is nice. In this book, we're both 16. I really like Dumbledore. If J.K. Rowling kills him off I will revolt. Matt (who has only read the first three books and was not obsessed with them like most normal people who've read them are) thinks that Harry will die in this book, and the seventh book will be titled Voldemort and the Destruction of the World, with the same lightning letters and everything in the title. I told him that's an interesting idea, but if Rowling killed off Harry in this book, she wouldn't live to write the seventh one.

Everytime I think about school starting again I have panic attacks and feel claustrophobic (I am hopelessly claustrophobic). Walls are closing in... summer is seeping away. I can't handle it. I love summer SO freaking much. I can't handle going back to school. I feel rather like I do when we run the mile in gym, on that last stretch... I want to collapse, but the end is in sight, so I sprint it, because I don't think I could make it if I didn't. So I'm sprinting to the finish. I feel like if I pause, I'll never make it. Gah... I hate pushing myself so hard.