um what?

dear myspace, please stop being a whore.


whoever wrote this is really speshul.

1.Real M.C.R fans know more songs than Welcome to the Black Parade.
Fake M.C.R fans know the chorus of Welcome to the Black Parade.

2.Real M.C.R fans know Gerard Ways brothers name.
Fake M.C.R fans don't know he has a brother.

3.Real M.C.R fans shout when one of their songs comes on.
Fake M.C.R fans calmly say "I love this song".

4.Real M.C.R fans punch their cousins/brothers/parents/friends for dissing Gerards hair.
Fake M.C.R fans diss Gerards hair.

5.Real M.C.R fans know the names of everyone in the band and what they do.
Fake M.C.R fans know Gerard sings.

6.Real M.C.R fans shop for hours just to find a jacket like the band have for an M.C.R concert or spend hours making one!.
Fake M.C.R fans wear black and think they match the band.

7.Real M.C.R fans know the names of their first two albums and songs off them
Fake M.C.R fans know "Im not Okay" and "Welcome to the Black Parade".

8.Real M.C.R fans were on the phone constantly on the week from the 25th of March to the 1st of april trying to get tickets to see them at the special gig in Koko.
Fake M.C.R fans didn't know they were singing at a special gig in koko.

9.Real M.C.R fans know where they come from.
Fake M.C.R fans say they're from America.

10.Real M.C.R fans know where they charted at with Famous Last Words.
Fake M.C.R fans heard the song on MTV.

11.Real M.C.R fans listen to The Black Parade the whole way through from start to end, without skipping tracks because they like them all!
Fake M.C.R fans like Welcome to the Black Parade.

12.Real M.C.R fans have this on their profile !!!
Fake M.C.R fans have just realised what shit heads they are.



I GUESS JUST ENJOYING A BAND'S MUSIC DOESN'T MAKE YOU A FAN ANYMORE.

gay pride

i think i get sunburned every time i step outside.

so, i went to gay pride today with rachel and my cousin jennifer. it was, well, crowded. now, i know the last time i went was four years ago, but i swear, i don't remember it being nearly that crowded. i saw a naked man within thirty seconds of being there. haha. it was pretty much impossible to walk. but we somehow managed to look at everything and we saw the very end of the parade. and i got new wings. pretty cool.

i feel like i'm really starting to suck at this blogging thing.

blogspot is weird.

i just tried to sign in and it confused the hell out of me. username apparently means email? since when? whatever.

i'm tired. i should be sleeping. but my room is cold and therefore rather uninviting, which makes sleep seem so unlikely.

i'm kind of overdramatic at this hour. lame.

yet another one of these things.

this makes online journal number 98465984798198. i don't have the slightest clue what i'm going to do with this.