Louder Than God's Revolver and Twice as Shiny

(Aw, see? They're still cute as can be!)

For the past 4 years many of us have been anxiously awaiting the release of the new My Chemical Romance album. Let me tell you, I've been on the edge of my seat. The constant checking of their websites, the endless hours of research, the tears and sadness with each bit of bad news that seems to precede their latest endeavor.

Finally, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys has been released.

This seems to be a reoccurring trend with me:

Eagerly, I unwrapped the plastic that clung so forcefully to the CD case. The troublesome sticky plastic adhesive strip sealed it shut, making it near impossible to free my prize from it's grasp.

Then, it was free.

I loaded it into the disk player in the car.

First track, so far so good. Second track, I'd heard it before. Third track, I turned it off.

Bullshit.

Complete and total bullshit.

Rage and fury.

Okay, okay. Hold up!

Everyone is wondering what the hell is wrong with me, what I'm smoking, if I'm delusional, etc.

Hear me out.

Way back in the day, I was dating someone.

This someone just to happened to be one of the most psychotic, unhinged, maniacal bunny-boilers I have ever met in my life. God knows why I stuck around so long.

I just so happened to meet this person through a My Chemical Romance fansite. We hit it off right away (when they seemed normal), but then things got ridiculous.

We started up our own fansite, all was fine and dandy. A big part of our relationship actually centered around the band and our love for them.

Then shit got crazy.

Super crazy.

Like, cry under the bed, My Super Ex Girlfriend meets The Exorcist crazy.

We broke up, it was like running naked through hell whilst wrapped in razor-wire.

(Honestly, I would rather do that than deal with this person anymore)

And naturally, as if shit could get any weirder, I pop in this CD, listen to 2 songs, the 3rd song comes around and my ex's NAME was USED IN THE FUCKING SONG.

WHAT THE HELL?!

Of ALL bands and of ALL names, THESE TWO have to somehow mix together?

I still can't figure out how the hell that happened. They say "*name* won't you come back home" or something ridiculous like that.

All of my rage poured out.

It took me a few days to give it another try.

Now I just skip that song.

The rest of the CD is great. Yada-yada.

Basically, its like The Buggles meets the Chili Peppers meets Dr. Manhattan or something.

All whilst infused with a generous amount of Fallout 3-esque themes.

They kept all of their imagery from before, spiders, bullets, hearts, vampires, David Bowie.

So, yeah, they're still doing their thing.

It's no Black Parade, but you really can't even compare the two, because they sound like two different bands that sing with the same (effects/auto tuned?) voice.

Perhaps part of it is the fact that they're drummer is gone, so they have more of a keyboard focus than a drum focus. I do miss that and I was a fan of their drummer.

It's not bad, though, considering that many bands can't keep going after losing a member.

I haven't dug deep enough into it to really understand the concept yet and I haven't paid enough attention to the words to really grasp what's going on. So, perhaps I'll write more about them later on.

You Don't Even Want To Know

I will start by apologizing for the negativity that is seeping from every crooked letter and every punctuation in this post.

These past few days may have been some of the worst days of my life.

What makes it even worse is the fact that I can't even write about it here due to potential legal issues.

The other day I was flown to Texas to testify in court.

First I had to drive to Philadelphia, which is no big deal, as this happens about once a month.

From Philadelphia I flew to Houston, Texas. No big deal, right? Wrong.

The flight was connecting, of course, so I could get to my actual destination. Unfortunately, though, that flight left 20 minutes after my first flight touched ground. God knows it could take 20 minutes just to get off of a plane. Naturally, my first flight was ten minutes late. Fantastic.

Finally I made it in and went to the gate, which turned out to be changed. The new terminal was "all the way across the airport", according to one of the not-so-accommodating staff members. So, off I ran, taking the train for the second time to get to the proper terminal. Did I get there? Yes. Did the employee tell me the right terminal? No. Of course, I had to hope back on the plane and finally made it to the proper gate.

Just in time for the plane to be leaving.

I missed my freaking flight.

So, after more frustration, my flight was switched and I had to fly to Dallas. Then from Dallas, to my destination.

It was a nightmare.

My feet hurt, my stomach was sick, I hadn't slept in 36 hours and I had to face what felt like a reoccurring nightmare.

We will shorten this whole, lengthy story by saying I was driven to the court house, testified then spent the night and the next day in a large hotel. The court case did not go at all as planned. If anything, it was the complete opposite of what we were hoping for.

In the hotel, the food was mediocre and I found fleas in my room. Luckily I got my room switched and got to watch cable for a while, so that was good.

The next day I was driven back to the airport, hoped on a tiny jet, flew back into Houston, then went back onto another plane to Philly. That flight was filled with screaming, shrieking, whining children and a lady that chomped on her gum as if she were a goat.

The whole situation was a horrible, horrible nightmare that still has my eyes watering when I think about it too hard.

Another few days in Philly to recover, then back to New York.

Honestly, I'm not even writing this post so people can read it, but more for my own well-being. it just sucks that I can't even write what I want to.

Recently I haven't been able to talk to Van much, not just because of not being home, but because of work schedules and just issues.

He has so many of his own problems that I can't help but feel like I am a complete and total burden to him more than anything else.

Not too long ago we got new that we were going to have to move out of our apartment. Van will be moving into his family's house, I will be moving into my friends' house.

Thanksgiving is going to be crappy, and Christmas is going to be even worse. I'm dreading every upcoming moment for the next 6 months.

There is just too much going on right now for me to handle and I don't know what to do.

I can't get a hold of my best friend, either, so I really feel like I have no one right now.

Sure, I have my parents, as I'm staying in their house, but as soon as I leave here and go back to New York, I'm going to be completely alone again.

I don't feel like writing anymore.

Put It In The Pantry With Your Cupcakes

Cover songs seem to be one of the best things I have ever discovered. Sometimes. You can either find really good covers, or really really bad covers. Rarely do you find one that is just okay. It is currently 8:43 PM and I am going to go get food at approximately 9:15. Between now and then I shall compose a list of cover songs. the good and the bad.
GO!



Good Covers

Boys Of Summer - The Ataris (Don Henley)
Astro Zombies - My Chemical Romance (Misfits)
My Sharona - The Number Twelve Looks Like You (The Knack)
Leaving On A Jetplane - MXPX (John Denver)
Mrs. Robinson - Pennywise (Simon And Garfunkle)
Come On Eileen - No Doubt (Dexy's Midnight Runners)
Ziggy Stardust - Bauhuas (David Bowie)
brown Eyed Girl - Reel Big Fish (Van Morrison)
Something - Radiohead (The Beatles)
Mad World - Gary Jules (Tears For Fears)
Mad World - Evergreen Terrace (Tears For Fears)
Zero - Evergreen Terrace (Smashing Pumpkins)
Video Killed The Radio Star - Amber Pacific (The Buggles)
Bring The Pain - Mindless Self Indulgence (Method Man)


Not So Good Covers

Landslide - The Dixie Chicks (Fleetwood Mac)
Leaving On A Jetplane - Jewel (John Denver)
Leaving On A Jetplane - Aerosmith (John Denver)
Do You Really Want To Hurt Me - Violent Femmes (Culture Club)
Nazi Punks Fuck Off - Napalm Death - (Dead Kennedys)
Uptown Girl - Weezer (Billy Joel)
White Wedding - Murderdolls (Billy Idol)
Paint It Black - The Black Dahlia Murder (The Rolling Stones)
Low - Brokencyde (Flo Rida)
I Will Survive - Cake (Gloria Gaynor)
Men In Black - Forever The Sickest Kids (Will Smith)
War Pigs - Faith No More (Black Sabbath)
Under The Bridge - Gym Class Heroes (Red Hot Chili Peppers)

And it's only 9:05, but I feel as though 13 of each is plenty. Maybe Ill put more some other time, why use em all up now.
But now, next time you're out looking for cover songs, there some you should get and some others you should avoid at all cost.
Unless of course you're Van, because I have a cover CD for you, so you don't need to download *COUGH* I mean, legally buy.... any of them.
THAT IS ALL!!!!!!!!!!!


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My Words Like Silent Raindrops Fell

Music can really do the silliest of things. It is said that smell is the strongest memory trigger, but I would have to say that music is. Yes, smell does trigger memories, but music triggers emotions that are attached to the memories.
I know that every time I smell fruit punch and popcorn I think of the movie theater that I worked at, but every time I hear "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" I think of the people at the movie theater and when this kid there was singing it. I don't know, perhaps it works in two totally different ways.
But, I know that I can no problem smell certain soaps, horse barns, or shampoos without a problem, but I can't listen to My Chemical Romance without gagging, even though they were a favorite band of mine.
I can also smell lunch meat, but can't listen to Less Than Jake.
Its really unusual how things work, I guess. Maybe I don't quite understand it yet. I just think that music holds far more memories and emotions than smells do. But then again, it must work in a different way.
I am rambling and not thinking clearly at the moment. Lets pretend I didn't write any of that.

I have marzipan roses to make! Boooo.
After being out of class for two days I do have bit of catching up to do.

I wonder what ever happened to Brittany Spencer?

LOOK! GRANDMA'S UP TO BAT!

My dad got my mom a Wii for Christmas. And I'm happy about that. I couldn't really afford to get anyone anything good this year, and I feel bad. I would have bought that Wii if I had the money to , but I just don't. I was going to do it anyway, but Mom probably would have returned it. So I got her a Carrie Underwood CD and I got my dad a book and some candy. They seemed to like that... so that's good. The games are pretty cool, even though it is a Nintendo... (Here is where you're supposed to imagine a menacing glare.)
My mom seemed to really like it. She played for a few hours, actually. Then made dinner. Then played more. Haha. The best part is that you can make little characters to look like you, or however you want, So we made them look like my mom, my dad, my grandma and grandpa, our neighbor friends, and then I made them look like the guys from My Chemical Romance, and the band members from Mindless Self Indulgence. I must say that it is pretty hilarious seeing my grandmother step up to bat, hit a double, and then see Gerard Way dive for the ball. It seems like its going to be a fun system to have.


They got me a lot of nice things, too. Lots of winter clothes, which is good because I don't have any at all. I only have short sleeve clothes and all of my jeans are three years old, at least. So that was really nice. And they got me books. I love books. It doesn't seem like it really, because I don't seem like a very smart person, but I actually really like reading. I got The Great Gatsby, The Old Man and the Sea, The Chocolate War, and Nick And Norah's Infinite Play List. My friend Julie told me that Nick and Norah's... is a good book, so I guess I'll see. I'm just happy that I got The Great Gatsby. I also got a handful of Cd's, which is always perfect, Got Famous Monsters by The Misfits! It has all the songs that they sung at the concert, so it's wonderful. I got a few others things too, but I don't really find it necessary to talk about all of it, because honestly I feel guilty that I couldn't get everyone nicer things. I had almost 15 people to shop for and I really just don't have the money to buy all of that. Hopefully I'll get a good job and makes good money and be able to buy people cool things. I don't know. Or maybe I'll just have to make people presents for the rest of my life? We'll see...

I Am Willing To Let The Jetset Life Kill Me

Its been a few days. I've been sick. It blows. Ah well.

I have two goals. Two major goals. One being bigger than the other.

1. Go see the Misfits this weekend. I really need to go get tickets and find someone to go with, but at this point, I'd walk to the venue and go by myself. Its important. Sure it is fun to go to shows with friends and cheer and have a great time, but I really go to see the band, not make conversation. Maybe that sounds really horrible, but if I wanted to just hang out with my friends, a concert would not be the best place...I'd say pick somewhere like the Starbucks in Barns And Noble or something. Or maybe a pool-hall? I don't know. When I go to a concert, I got for the music and the music ONLY.
But anyway. The Misfits are the last band I need to see before I die. Yeah, sure, there are other ones that I wouldn't mind seeing, such as Wu-Tang,The Weakerthans, Leathermouth, Dr. Acula, Marilyn Manson and Protest The Hero, but they really aren't 100% necessary. I've already seen all the other ones I needed to (My Chemical Romance, Queen, Mindless Self Indulgence, Spice Girls [hell yes.], Horrorpops [Hell Yeah!], Taking Back Sunday and mewithoutYou.) some more than once. There have been bands that I was supposed to see up to five times (cough, My Chemical Romance) but things went horribly wrong. (Such as mothers thinking they were a bad influence [funny now she likes them and we listen to them in the car], food poisoning, fear that they were going to drop dead at the show AFTER the food poisoning, outrageous snow and the inability to get there. Thankfully I FINALLY made it to two of their shows. And now that I live in two different places, I'll get to see them a few more times when they start touring again. Oh shit. Tangent.)
Damn. Where was I?
OH! Bands.
I really do love the Misfits. There is something slightly 'b-movie" about them and it's fantastic. Who would think? They really are the last band I need to see before I die. With my luck, I'll get struck by lightning as soon as I stepped out of the venue. But I think I'd be okay with that.


Next on the list:


2. Get a role in The Umbrella Academy movie. I would go to ridiculous lengths just to get a walk-on. RIDICULOUS. Though I would LOVE to play The Rumor. But, I can deal with walk on or extra. Or even just scooting around the set with a tray of little sandwiches and redbull for the cast. I don't care.

I honestly think that I am supposed to be acting. I really do. I miss it so much and its something that is continuously changing. When you act, you're never just doing the same thing. Its always something different. And that's perfect for someone like me who can't sit still. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy cooking and baking. This is the profession that will keep me going and stable and guarantee a career for me in the future. Though, I would love more than anything to act.
I think I'm going to finish my associates in baking, then go on to do acting instead, because that it what I really want to do. I just feel like if I stop with culinary now, I'll never really get the job. I'll be stuck doing something I hate. I feel like this is what will help me get by in life. Unless I somehow become a famous actress. And we all know how likely that is. I don't know. I wish it weren't so out of reach. Being a train-ride away from Manhattan is fantastic, only problem is that it makes me that much farther from LA. Maybe someone with great connections will stumble upon this or something. If someone ever contacted me about acting in a feature film, I would drop everything but my pants and hop on the next plane to whatever location.

Hell, I would even miss the Misfits show.