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O HAI BAD WEATHER WHAT GIVES?!?!

Seriously, the ONE DAY I wore a dress, it was cold and windy. A short, short dress with a fullish skirt made of very lightweight fabric. Y'all should have been around to see my unwilling Marilyn Monroe impression.

So, sometime between now and, um, the future, I will upload some My Chem songs. Why? Because they are GOOD MUSIC and I have made it my life's goal to free everyone from the sparkly plaid clutches of Avril Lavigne and her shoddily dressed backup dancers.

So, in the meantime, be anticipatory! Have a picture!

I have a picture of Pete Wentz wearing Mikey's glasses from this picture. You'd think being in a band would make you cool enough that the kids on the playground would stop stealing your specs, but apparantly not. And now I am having Lord of the Flies flashbacks, god.

(Yes, I totally have a secret motive behind this. My secret motive is to put prettiness in all of my LJ entries so that they will be both enjoyable and worthwhile! It's a good cause that I've dedicated myself to, you see.)

I was randomly scrolling through the comments of a fic yesterday and ran across a video of a couple of pretty emo boys making out. I'm not sure, but I think that means my life is certifiably Made of Awesome. God, the me of a year ago would not recognize me today, I'm certain of it. But, I'm happy, which is what matters.

My camera has a self-timer. Whole new realms of narcissism are opened to me! I am probably the vainest self-insecure person I know. Really, I just want one picture of me that actually looks like me, and not some stranger with dark hair and dark eyes and a queer hard sort of smile. Also, my nose is fucking enormous, what gives? *laughs*

Wore new shoes yesterday, and they turned out to be a bit slippery in the soles; I tried to turn on a waxy patch of floor and landed on my ass. Or rather, not my ass; that would have been far preferable, having at least a bare minimum of padding. Instead I landed simultaneously on my bone-sharp knee and hip, the former of which swelled up and bruised spectacularly. I also have aches on my opposite ankle and inner thigh, and of all places, my ribcage. I'm a giraffe, people. When I go down I go down HARD.

It's raining today, which at least breaks the vicious humidity we've been having. My hair loves moist weather, it goes soft and fluffy and the fine strands around my face curl becomingly, but I still hate the oppressive, close-hanging feel of it. So today was in the high eighties and the rest of the week will hover in the fifties and sixties; not perfect, I'd rather have the average, but it'll do.

New layout soon! And new icons. I keep saying that, but

premade_layoutsdid a really cute lime-themed summery layout, and I picked up some more bandom icons from someone, so I'm finally actually good to go. S2 makes this so much more hassle-free, I swear.

Yesterday I caught My Chemical Romance on Steven's Untitled Rock Show on Fuse and was incredibly amused. It was just Gerard (lead singer, frontman) and Frank (rhythm guitar), actually, but they were clean and well-dressed, which are not things one expects of a band currently in the middle of a tour. The amusing part was them completely geeking out over things- Gerard was all twitchy that his comic was being colored by the guy who colors Hellboy, they described their complete lack of nonchalance when Linkin Park invited them to the Projekt Revolution tour, Frank was wearing a hat. That last was less amusing than distractingly hot, but to much the same effect; I was greatly cheered. And therefore, as well as in an effort to make up for the utter boringness of this personal post, have a picture of Frank and Gerard being bad for my health!