My life has no purpose...

...because my life goal is complete.

Last Saturday (July 2nd), the Vans Warped Tour came to Mountain View, CA-- an unremarkable town except for the fact that THE GOOGLEPLEX IS THERE (totally awesome place, BTW). Anyway, the Vans Warped Tour is full of lame obscure screamo bands like Winds of Plague, Blood on the Dancefloor, and I Set My Friends on Fire (I AM NOT KIDDING.). Also, 3OH!3 and THE READY SET (ZOMG) were playing.

Thanks to the magical magicness of Twitter, my father and I knew that Jordan (the funky little dude from The Ready Set, n00b) would be playing at 5 PM and signing stuff at 7 PM-- the actual concert started at 11 AM.

So, basically, he saved father and me from hearing dead-wizard-God-awful screamo stuff ("THIS NEXT SONG IS CALLED ' RYAAAAAWEAAARRRR RYEHYEAYEHAEYAHEYEYHWWWRRRRRRRRR!!'" I'm not kidding. That was actually said).
So we missed 3OH!3, which kinda upset me, but whatever-- Sean tweeted that he was sick anyway. (Twitter>life, people.)
HOWEVER!
HOWEVER!
THE READY SET PLAYED AND I SAW IT!
Yes. It was epic.
So the previous (code for LAME) band left and THE WHOLE AUDIENCE STOOD UP. (I forgot to discuss the audience. It was split into two groups: people clad in all black or red with the f-word written on their shirts and mega-spiky black hair and sad black clown makeup, or 14-20-year-old girls in almost nonexistent shorts and almost nonexistent tank tops. That's about it.)
AND THEN THE READY SET PLAYED.
Funky li'l Jordan walks out on stage with his funky hair and cuteness (ZOMG I'm serious he's like an adorable human teddy bear). He sings "Young Forever." "Operator." "Limits." "More Than Alive." "Spinnin'." "The Ghost of Los Angeles." "Stays Four the Same." And, of course, "Love Like Woe."
ZOMG IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. He's rather crazy on stage-- and yes, fangirls (code for "self"), he does flip his hair around a lot (and speaking of his hair, it's less insane on top now, but he cut the peroxide bit off the left side of his head and now there's a lighter bit on the right side. You know you wanted to know).
So yes. Lovely. I wasn't sitting super close, but I was sitting close enough to see his face and distinguish between facial features.
His set (LOLOL SEE WAT I DID THAR) ended (just kidding, I didn't really do anything-- it's just funny because his band is The Ready SET.), so everyone left.
It took father and me a while to find his merch tent (THANKS, information people! Not!), but when we did, there was already a line. Not a large one-- maybe 40 people? But after we started standing there (may it please be noted that it was 5:30 and he was coming at 7?), LIKE 400 PEOPLE SWARMED OVER LIKE WOE (SEE WAT I DID THAR? I actually did something this time!)!
So then we stood in line for an hour and 45 minutes.
BUT ZOMG IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT.
So we wait.
And we wait.
And we wait.
(repeat x100)
And then I look around and see this funky little dude just walkin' on over to the merch booth with cool hair and a ridiculously pretty face (the merch booth didn't have that-- he did).
ZOMG IT WAS JORDAN WITZIGREUTER!
So the line doesn't move.
It does eventually, but at first it's extremely slow. If I stand on my tip-toes, I can see him flashing brilliant white smiles at people and stuff-- however, between crazed fans, he looks tired. He drinks a Monster. Poor kid (I say kid-- he's actually a lot older than me).
AND THEN IT WAS TIME.
Jordan: Hey, how're you doing? *bends over to sign my CD*
Me: Wow, talk about seeing an angel from above and having a heart attack! (this is an edited line from one of his earliest songs. The line goes "I saw an angel from above and had a heart attack." I revised it so it made sense in the situation.)
Jordan: Aww! *stands up*
Me: Hey, so I wanted to ask you... what's your... um... favorite mythical creature?
Jordan: Hmm... mythical creature... So I would say narwhals--
Jordan's merch dude: Yeah, narwhals!
Jordan:-- because they're really awesome, but they're real, so... I guess anything with a horn.
Me: So like a unicorn!
Jordan: Yeah, unicorns are cool. *puts arm around me for picture's sake-- squeal anyway* But I guess narwhals win 'cuz they're fish.
*picture*
Me: *chokes* Thanks for doing this. You're amazing.
Jordan: Aww, thanks.
AND THEN I HUGGED JORDAN WITZIGREUTER.
You see, I'd seen other girls giving him hugs, and he wasn't freaked out by it or anything. Me 10 minutes earlier: WANTS AN JORDAN HUGS!
Well, it was like a mutual hug.
But whoa... he gives the BEST. HUGS. EVAR. Even better than YOU, Kaht'riin'v! I hate to say it, but Jordan may be the best hugger in TEH YUNIVERS!
He gives firm hugs. But nice ones. Yes. It was lovely.
*pull away*
Me: Thanks, you're... amazing! *eep* *smiles weakly*
Jordan: Thanks!
*self leaves, squealing*
*turns around* Where is Father? (I don't really call him Father. I just call him that in my blog posts.)
*sees Father TALKING TO JORDAN. Jordan is nodding.*
Father:...and my daughter went from being a fan of the Beatles to a fan of the Beatles and you.
Me: *stands next to Father and smiles at Jordan, trying not to die of awesomeness overload*
Jordan: *looking at me/dad* Wow. That is quite the compliment. Thank you.
Me: *awkward smile*
*leaves*
So yes. I have hugged Jordan Witzigreuter. *ZOMG DIES*
My life has no purpose now. Why? My life goal was to meet at least one person that I've been obsessed with in my life.
That goal is now complete.
I apologize for the obscene length of this post. If you've made it down here, you're a winner.
Also, Joe Walker and Jordan Witzigreuter have the same initials. Fate?