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gerard colorbar:
gerard way is love... plain and simple.
all of the pictures are bases from winter-roses.cjb.net so thanks and credit to those cool kids.
comment if youre taking, no need to credit, the bar links back to here.
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it just kills me that i'll never be that good.
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So I figured I would have my first real update today on this thing and it's about none other than everyone's favorite holiday... Christmas.
I'm not sure if I've outgrown it, or if all the stuff around me has just swallowed me up, but the so-called "christmas spirit" has come nowhere close to my house. Yesterdat I spent the entire day at the mall (saw lots of kids from school) and did all my shopping in one swoop. It should have been the day that I realized just how awesome Christmas is, but it still wasn't.
I mean, it was still a relatively enjoyable day, besides the exhaustion that came after it. I got to spend about 1000 dollars on myself because of my awesome grandpa's christmas money. I still have about 500 left over, and I finished up buying for all of my friends yesterday. So money and shopping is always exciting, not necessarily because of Christmas, but whatever.
Some of my most interesting buys: In Love and Death on vinyl, Op Ivy vinyl, a Bert is My Homeboy shirt (yeah like the Jesus one), a green and black long peacoat from Urban Outfitters, another blazer from H&M, another MCR shirt, a Used poster, a bajillion pairs of jeans, actual long sleeved shirts of which I previously had none, and lots of other fun stuff.
When I was in Hot Topic, yeah I shop there, deal with it, I met my new best friend. Ok so maybe she was the store manager, but I wish she was my best friend. She was insanely tall so she was helping me get stuff down seeing as I'm just a bit vertically challenged (hey 5'6" and a half isnt bad). She had on crazy Party Monster-esque makeup and she had a chain from her nose to her lip, and awesome leggings and huge boots that just made her taller. She was also the nicest person in the world, even though everyone's parents (and Caitie Clark) were still freaked out by her. So that's my best friend.
I have about a thousand tests this week, which is only two and a half days, but I don't really care. I've been totally slacking off in school, and I know I have to stop, but I just don't really care about that stuff.
What I DO care about is the fact that the MCR SHOW IS IN 11 DAYS!! Of course I still haven't quite approached my mom for that ride yet, so I'm hoping to still convince Kim's parents to drive us in the morning and then just come back for us. If I'm not right in the front of the pit I WILL kill myself, so somebody had better transport me there. I would ask my mom, but she's sick, and I know she would just yell. Hey, maybe I could ask my dad! He's always eager to get me to like him! What an idea!
So anyway I get to meet the guys again in just 11 days. I'm so excited you couldn't possibly imagine. I was so awestruck the first time that I never got to thank them for making music that helps people through all the shit in their lives. I'm gonna have to write that on my hand or something, so I don't forget.
I watched the tape of them on Conan, since I slept through my alarm to wake me for the show. They looked kind of uncomfortable, Gerard mostly, but they were completely out of their element, so I understand. Somebody, Frankie I'd imagine, wrote 'Hi Mom and Dad' on one of the amps. It was pretty cute. The best part of the whole performance was Frankie, Gerard, and Ray all headbanging in a line. It was like MCR choreography. Cute stuff.
In any case, I think this has been a sufficiently long update. Kristi Kaos called and woke me up at 1230 this bright afternoon, so now I have to do all my homework, clean my room, and help my stepdad install my new closet system so I can have a couch instead of a dresser.
Merry Christmas? I guess?
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this is all how i feel, what i think, what i hope for, or what ive been through.
(mostly/nearly all MCR lyrics)
"some days she feels like dying. she gets so sick of crying."
"and you can cry all you want to, i dont care how much you invest yourself in me. We're not workin out... this time I mean it, never mind the times I've seen it"
"and you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat"
"lets say goodbye, the hundredth time, and then tomorrow we'll do it again.... a thousand bodies piled up, i never though it'd be enough to show you just what I've been thinkin"
"well now i'm back in the middle of the day that starts it all. and i cant begin to let you know just what im feeling"
"thats if youve still got one laugh left. inside that cave you call a chest. and after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence?"
"we'll go so far, far as we can. and i just cant stay, one day we'll run away."
"it happens all the time, and i cant help but think i'll die alone. i think i'd love to die alone."
"like a bed of roses theres a dozen reasons in this gun."
"whats the worst you take, from every heart you break, and like a blade you stain.... can we pretend to leave and then we'll meet again when both our cars collide."
"well im a total wreck and almost everyday, like the firing squad or the mess you made"
"say goodbye to the vows you take, the life you make, the hearts you break, and all the cyanide you drank."
"if you marry me, would you bury me, would you carry me to the end?"
"life is but a dream for the dead. and well i, i wont go down by myself, but ill go down with my friends."
"well if you wanted honesty thats all you had to say"
"you said you read me like a book but the pages all are torn and frayed"
"and all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. and all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me"
"slip into the tragedy, youve spun this chamber dry."
"gimme all your poison, and gimme all your pill, and gimme all your hopeless hearts and make me ill. youre running after something that youll never kill. if this is what you want then fire at will."
"would i lie to you? well ive got something to say.. would i die for you? well heres your answer in spades... would i lie to you? that girls not right in the brain!"
"for what you did to me, and what ill do to you, you get what everyone else gets. you get a lifetime."
"do you remember that day when we met? you told me this gets harder, well it did."
"hip hip hooray for me, you talk to me. but would you kill me in my sleep?"
"when you go, just know that i will remember you"
"we'll love again, we'll laugh again, and its better off this way."
yeah. so. fuck everyone.
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so this is my new journal. i'm sort of wondering whether or not i should change it. i get attached to weird stuff. but anyway im just trying out the entries and such. so yeah.
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