Pete Wentz is a moron. I mean, I love him. Wait, no he's a tool. Either way he let Mark Hoppus (non-tool) shave his head during their concert at Madison Square Garden last night and the results aren't that great. In fact, I'll go out on a limb and say that Pete looked better with the emo bangs than he does without them. I think he might be the only guy in the world I can say that about.
Anyways, that's the video someone took from the concert. The quality isn't great, but at least you get to hear Patrick Stump sing his little heart out... off key. I swear that man makes up new keys in his head, plays that on the guitar and then matches vocal pitch with the song playing in his ear piece.
Don't get me started on the screaming. We can all do without that, thanks Pete. For the audiences sake, Mark Hoppus jumped in on harmony for all of 2 notes only to walk off stage. Shame. Fall Out Boy has been mainstream for how many years and they're still opening other headlining band's shows? haha
I'm a huge FOB fan. My computer is laughing at me.
October 5, 2009
October 2, 2009
Home Life
I can tell you this much I will marry just once and if it doesn't work out I'll give her half of my stuff. It's fine with me, we said eternity.
I'm confused by John Mayer. He sings one thing but means another.He is the ultimate example of men ages 18 to 30. Which, I admit is rather frustrating considering how he croons lyrics about being in love and living life the way every twenty-something dreams they could if they were allowed. What I find strange is that no matter how JMay behaves himself in public [or private for that matter], women everywhere wish they could be with a man like him.
It baffles me. I mean don't get me wrong, I love everything about JMay just as much as the next girl. What I don't do is wish for one second that I could have him or any guy like him. His words are as empty as my bank account.
October 1, 2009
10.1.05
I'm going to spare you the subsequent rant about the book (again) because I just went there a few days ago, but I will say this - I was rather naive to think I would get through today unscathed.
It has been exactly 4 years to the day since a friend of mine passed away from cancer.
I can still remember where I was when I found out, who told me and exactly what I did in reaction to the news. I remember going home the next weekend for the service. The first time I'd been home from college. George (OF) and I went to see Elizabethtown the afternoon before the service, which ultimately was a failed attempt at trying to keep our spirits high. We picked the wrong movie.
I will never forget sitting with my varsity volleyball team at the service and looking down the aisle to see a friend of mine crying silently to himself. That image is burned in my memory. I can still feel my footsteps dragging down the halls of my high school towards the commons where everyone who was close to Charlie met after the service. I remember seeing my ex-boyfriend standing, chin on his chest, in complete anguish. He was disappointed in himself. His mother had died of cancer just 7 months earlier.
That night was unlike any other experience I have ever had. I saw two of the most important men in my life completely broken down, which is something I do not wish on anyone. Standing amongst our family, friends and peers I wrapped my arms around both of those boys and hoped beyond hope that I would be allowed to never let go.
It has been 4 years today. Since then I have hit rock bottom and come back. In fact I am positive that I could not get lower than I was then even if I tried. Charlie continues to be the sunshine in every day we're blessed with. He continues to spin a weave throughout our lives that without a doubt brings the class of 2005 back together. Even when we're begging for space. I don't know anyone else who experienced the kind of close-knit graduating class that I had. Charlie did that for us.
I would try to be funny today, in fact I had quite a few hilarious moments throughout the day which is a blessing considering the track record this day and month generally has for me and those who knew him. The month of October is like clockwork. Every year since Charlie passed it seems that I am dealing with one or the other - the ex boyfriend or the non boyfriend. Like clockwork this month chews me up and spits me out. This year I refuse to be brought down. Charlie wouldn't like that.
It has been exactly 4 years to the day since a friend of mine passed away from cancer.
I can still remember where I was when I found out, who told me and exactly what I did in reaction to the news. I remember going home the next weekend for the service. The first time I'd been home from college. George (OF) and I went to see Elizabethtown the afternoon before the service, which ultimately was a failed attempt at trying to keep our spirits high. We picked the wrong movie.
I will never forget sitting with my varsity volleyball team at the service and looking down the aisle to see a friend of mine crying silently to himself. That image is burned in my memory. I can still feel my footsteps dragging down the halls of my high school towards the commons where everyone who was close to Charlie met after the service. I remember seeing my ex-boyfriend standing, chin on his chest, in complete anguish. He was disappointed in himself. His mother had died of cancer just 7 months earlier.
That night was unlike any other experience I have ever had. I saw two of the most important men in my life completely broken down, which is something I do not wish on anyone. Standing amongst our family, friends and peers I wrapped my arms around both of those boys and hoped beyond hope that I would be allowed to never let go.
It has been 4 years today. Since then I have hit rock bottom and come back. In fact I am positive that I could not get lower than I was then even if I tried. Charlie continues to be the sunshine in every day we're blessed with. He continues to spin a weave throughout our lives that without a doubt brings the class of 2005 back together. Even when we're begging for space. I don't know anyone else who experienced the kind of close-knit graduating class that I had. Charlie did that for us.
I would try to be funny today, in fact I had quite a few hilarious moments throughout the day which is a blessing considering the track record this day and month generally has for me and those who knew him. The month of October is like clockwork. Every year since Charlie passed it seems that I am dealing with one or the other - the ex boyfriend or the non boyfriend. Like clockwork this month chews me up and spits me out. This year I refuse to be brought down. Charlie wouldn't like that.
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