My mom is the awesomest

When I got home tonight I found my mom had fixed not only the jeans I plan to wear to the concert next week (and that fit perfectly but were too long as usual), but she also transformed my tiny Panic! at the Disco shirt into a cuddly pillow:
( look how cool! )

Only six days until the concert in Amsterdam (and seven until Antwerp!) and I have started freaking out. Since my body is being unpredictable with the monthly hoo-ha, I feel like I'm fourteen again and I'm going to a concert for the first time. (Let's not calculate how long ago that was, mkay?) FFS, I think I even feel some zits coming. Oh hormones, you amuse me so.
I just realized I need to add another shirt to my travelbag, since I'll be following the band for two days. I only managed to create one comfortable and cool outfit out of my meagre collection of clothes and I'm still not sure about what shoes to wear.

Eeeep.