just walk away.

Oh, Kelly Clarkson. I mean, I don't know exactly what to say other than the fact that she is pretty much awesome. We were 12th row for the concert last night. And let me tell you one thing. That girl can siiiiiiiiiing. The set list was amazing, first of all. She did a bunch of songs off of "Breakaway," a few from "Thankful," but did a bunch of songs from her new CD. They were pretty dang sweet. And then she decided she would be awesome and did a Ray LaMontagne song called "Shelter" and a Marc Broussard song called "Home." And on home, the four of us at the concert had to pick our jaws off of the floor. She tore it up! It was incredible. Now, let me just comment on some of the people that attended this show. First of all, there were the large groups of girls in their early- to mid-twenties. It was really awkward because we were walking into the concert and a bunch of them were in the parking lot tailgating. I was wondering if i had missed the memo where we were supposed to dress like sluts and get smashed before going to see KELLY CLARKSON in concert. I even walked past one "lady" who was wearing a bikini top and skanky short skirt. I just laughed at her, because she thought that it was appropraite to leave her house like that. Nasty, put some clothes on. Then, there were the 12 year old girls. Three of them sat behind us and had apparently been practicing their best screams because they hurt my ears. I wanted to hurt them. In front of us, this mother and father and unidentified other woman brought two young girls to the concert. Watching the father dance was my favorite thing in the world because he had absolutely no rhythm. I laughed because I felt bad for his wife. There were also a number of incredibly creepy men who looked like their mugshots belonged on the registered sex offender website instead of at a concert with young girls. I was incredibly sketched out. I didn't laugh at them because they made me a little nauseous. Then, finally, the funniest group there... the flaming homosexuals. I mean, there was absolutely no doubt in your mind about who was gay. They were wearing Kelly tshirts that would be too small for a 7 year old girl. They had enough gel in their hair to appease a troupe of Elvis impersonators. And they jumed and screamed and sang and threw their hands in the air more than the young girls. I went into the bathroom and three guys came in and in the most effiminate voice I have ever heard, one of them said, "Eww, this toilet is so yucky." I was just thinking what the reaction would be if they encountered the bathrooms here at camp. Not even the newest Cher CD would be able to save them from their terror. Let's just say that Caleb and I were glad to be in the company of two women. We didn't have to worry. On the way home, we got to stop at COOOOOOOOKOUT!!! It was one of the happiest moments I have had in a long time. However, let me just say that the Cookouts outside of Winston-Salem pale in comparison. The manager was incredibly rude. I asked for 4 HUGE waters, and got 4 small cups of ice. And then when we asked for a cup of water, he rolled his eyes. He better be glad my window didn't work cause I would have jumped through both those windows and punched him in that angry little face. He doesn't know me. I will beat someone. Don't try me, Cookout Window Man. Don't try me.