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Apr. 23rd, 2007 09:21 pmRed and I send each other e-mails about how sick we are of being teenagers and having teenage hormones and nothing to do with them. I can't explain why I find this so amusing, but it is. Let me try. If could only talk to one person in the entire world, I would choose her, even if it meant that I couldn't talk to myself anymore inmyhead inmyheart. Half the time talking to her is near enough the same thing, and the other half it's better. It's usually nonverbal, anyways.
Red: Canada fails at fruit.
Kit: That's a loaded statement...
Both of us: *crack up*
Everyone else: *is confused*
Enough explanation. It cheers me up.
I just had a random moment of LOVE for all my bands. Crazy Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy is opening a bar with a couple of other equally crazy guys from other bands on his record label. In New York. And it's only in the planning stage and he's already worked in horrible puns, mug shots of Sid Vicious, and karaoke. I'm honestly wondering if he mostly wants a bar so he can slide people down one like in cowboy movies. I would not put it past him. But he's so cute and tiny! All the bands I love seem to mostly be made up of guys who are cute and tiny and guys who are 47 feet tall and weigh 12 pounds, it's kind of adorable.
Moment of not-love: Some reporter went to a My Chemical Romance concert, stereotyped the fans as "trenchcoat-wearing misfits", tsk-tsked the giant logo on the backdrop (which you can vaguely see on a t-shirt here, it's basically guns arranged in a circle with MCR in the middle) as being the sort of violent imagery that caused the VT shootings (that's what REALLY pissed me off), dissed them and the opening band Muse for good measure, and then sent the article off to a copywriter who cheerfully labeled the whole concert as a "deathfest" in the title.
ARGH. I can't wear merch from any bands I like in public, because My Chem makes me emo and violent and Panic! At the Disco makes me a shallow airhead and Fall Out Boy makes me a sellout and Green Day makes me a poser who wouldn't know real punk if it smacked her in the face with a Sex Pistols album. I shouldn't have to deal with that from supposedly objective reporters. Sigh.
I have a trenchcoat. It's a very sensible black and I got it at H&M and it's perfect for windy-but-not-freezing days and I don't want people to look at it and think I'm going to shoot up a school. Sometimes I kind of hate people a lot.
Re-read Slaugherhouse-Five and it was as crazy as I remembered. RIP, Kurt Vonnegut, I mourn you as much as I did when I was hearing the news in a dimly lit improv comedy basement in Chicago.
Red: Canada fails at fruit.
Kit: That's a loaded statement...
Both of us: *crack up*
Everyone else: *is confused*
Enough explanation. It cheers me up.
I just had a random moment of LOVE for all my bands. Crazy Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy is opening a bar with a couple of other equally crazy guys from other bands on his record label. In New York. And it's only in the planning stage and he's already worked in horrible puns, mug shots of Sid Vicious, and karaoke. I'm honestly wondering if he mostly wants a bar so he can slide people down one like in cowboy movies. I would not put it past him. But he's so cute and tiny! All the bands I love seem to mostly be made up of guys who are cute and tiny and guys who are 47 feet tall and weigh 12 pounds, it's kind of adorable.
Moment of not-love: Some reporter went to a My Chemical Romance concert, stereotyped the fans as "trenchcoat-wearing misfits", tsk-tsked the giant logo on the backdrop (which you can vaguely see on a t-shirt here, it's basically guns arranged in a circle with MCR in the middle) as being the sort of violent imagery that caused the VT shootings (that's what REALLY pissed me off), dissed them and the opening band Muse for good measure, and then sent the article off to a copywriter who cheerfully labeled the whole concert as a "deathfest" in the title.
ARGH. I can't wear merch from any bands I like in public, because My Chem makes me emo and violent and Panic! At the Disco makes me a shallow airhead and Fall Out Boy makes me a sellout and Green Day makes me a poser who wouldn't know real punk if it smacked her in the face with a Sex Pistols album. I shouldn't have to deal with that from supposedly objective reporters. Sigh.
I have a trenchcoat. It's a very sensible black and I got it at H&M and it's perfect for windy-but-not-freezing days and I don't want people to look at it and think I'm going to shoot up a school. Sometimes I kind of hate people a lot.
Re-read Slaugherhouse-Five and it was as crazy as I remembered. RIP, Kurt Vonnegut, I mourn you as much as I did when I was hearing the news in a dimly lit improv comedy basement in Chicago.
