Tagged

Alrighty. A fellow blogger and very cool person recently tagged me. So apparenly I am now expected to post five weird things about myself. That should be easy enough. Only thing is, I have nobody to tag. The only two people who I know with blogs are already on the list of tagees. So I'll just tell you all about how odd I am and try to find someone to tag later. I'll try not to make them lame. Or scare anybody away.

1. I have at least (I'm not sure I've found them all) four scars from falling down from the second to the highest step on my wooden staircase with a glass mug in my hand.
2. I named my iPod "Minty". Yeah. And it's a "he".
3. I go insane on Mountain Dew. I know it's just caffiene, like in a lot of other stuff I drink, but for some reason Mountain Dew just takes it to a whole 'nother level. People are afraid to be around me when I've had that stuff.
4. I quote Patrick Star as part of a daily routine. "Life is just a big bowl of fancy assorted cashews". True that. Oh, and I also occasionally skip around the house singing "I had four biscuits, then I ate one... now I only have three!"
5. When I was little I saved a Cheeto which I thought looked like a horse's head. I stuffed it in the back of my closet and found it like three years later. (I saved this one for last so people didn't "X" out of the window right away ;). )

P.S. Just thought this was kind of ironically funny in a stupid way. I was just listening to the song Shimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn by Hellogoodbye, and now it's on Fine Again by Seether. Ha ha. I dunno if anyone'll know what both of those are, but the difference between them was slightly entertaining.

Just One, I Promise

I swear I am incapable of posting anything on this thing that doesn't have at least a slight amount of Fall out Boy in it. This post, though, happens to be completely full of Fall Out Boy. Sorry. I can't help it.

I've decided to give you guys a listen of one of my very favorite FOB songs (it pains me to pick one over another... they're all incredible). It's called My Heart Is the Worst Kind of Weapon, and it's an acoustic-based song from their B-side album, My Heart Will Always Be the B-Side to My Tongue. Pete's lyrics continue to take my breath away every song, every time, and I practically melt every time I hear Patrick's high note at approximately forty-six seconds in the video below. When I first heard this song, I would skip back and play those few seconds until I was satisfied, then procede to hearing the rest of the song ^.^ . Please listen to this song. I can't tell you how much it amazes me, time after time.



Spent most of last night dragging this lake
For the corpses of all my past mistakes
Sell me out - the joke's on you
We are salt - you are the wound
Empty another bottle
And let me tear you to pieces
This is me wishing you
Into the worst situations
I'm the kind of kid
That can't let anything go
But you wouldn't know a good thing
If it came up and slit your throat

Woah woah
Ooo
Woah woah

Your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears
Rather ones that just don't care
Cause I know
That you're in between arms somewhere
Next to heartbeats
Where you shouldn't dare sleep
Now I'll teach you a lesson
For keeping secrets from me

Take your taste back
Peel back your skin
And try to forget how it feels inside
You should try saying no once in a while
Oh once in a while
[x2]

And did you hear the news?
I could dissect you
And gut you on this stage
Not as eloquent as I may have imagined
But it will get the job done (you're done)
Every line is plotted and designed
To leave you standing
On your bedroom window's ledge
And everyone else that it hits
That it gets to
Is nothing more than collateral damage

Take your taste back
Peel back your skin
And try to forget how it feels inside
You should try saying no once in a while
Oh once in a while
[x2]

Others to check out by Fall Out Boy (I'll try and keep the list moderately short):

- It's Hard to Say I Do When I Don't
- Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today
- Thriller
- Snitchers and Talkers Get Stitches and Walkers
- Hum Hallelujah
- Chicago Is So Two years Ago
- Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year

Discovering Individuality

Pretty intense title, right? Well, the thing is, I started talking about this earlier and I figured it was a pretty interesting topic, even if more than several people who read this have probably already experienced what I'm just discovering.

Taste in music. Not just music accually, other things follow the same pattern , I just find it easiest to relate it to music. What I started thinking about today was how it's sort of crazy that me and my sister love our favorite bands in almost the EXACT same way, even though they're different bands. Like, one day when I'd first started listening to Fall Out Boy, I said something to my sister about a specific situation that made me think of their lyrics or something like that, and she jumped in right away saying how that sounded exactly like something that happened to her, except pertaining to My Chemical Romance. And up untill just recently I figured that you liked whatever kind of music you listened you, not the other way around. I guess I'm just figuring out how to listen to the kind of music I like.

I assume this happens to pretty much everyone. You grow up in the backseat of your parents' car and listen to whatever records your mom is listening to or your dad's favorite radio station. And when someone asks you what kind of music you like, you tell them just the same. For me, it was country. I always accepted the self-assumed fact that I liked country music because that's what I heard most of the time, since it's what my mom liked. And, as my peers moved into late elementary or early middle school, I came to the conclusion that every one of them had the exact same taste in music - all the mainstream, Brittney Spears, boy band stuff that you had to listen to unless you were a total nobody. But in all honestly, I bet only ten percent of those trend-followers would still listen to that same exact genre of their own free will now that we're starting to realize we accually have individual tastes.

I also would very much like to know where our taste in music comes from. Judging by my own experience and the experience of several people I know, I'd have to say it looks like it's not an inherited thing. And it's not a primitive, survival instinct thing like your taste in guys. As far as our science teachers have told us, apparently our definition of an attractive specimin of the opposite gender is implanted in our brains as a way to preserve the human race. Whatever that means. But I doubt our species' survival depends on a person's liking rap music, so it kind of makes me wonder what part of our bodies or souls determines whether we're into the pop and punk and rock sounds, or into the hip-hop, R & B, and all that. And do we somehow subconsiously know what kind of music we like when we're really little? Or does it just come to us gradually?

So, basically, I'm fascinated with this little random topic. For the longest time I was convinced that anyone could fall in love with whatever kind of music they heard if they only had to listen to it for long enough. I'm pretty convinced now that that isn't true. I mean, I listened to country music for eleven years of my life and never felt the same way as I did the first time I heard Dance, Dance. I couldn't stop listening to it. I pressed repeat on my iPod at least twelve times before I could tear myself away and make myself listen to the next song. And then the same thing happened with Thnks fr th Mmrs (I have to give credit to my sis on that one - she bought those first two FOB songs for me and pretty much sent me into a spiraling, out-of-control obessesion. And I'd like to thank her from the bottom of my heart for it). So for a while, while I was infatuated with those two songs, my sister would go "Oh, so you're a Fall Out Boy fan?". I honestly didn't have a clue who Fall Out Boy was. I knew their name and I knew a couple of their songs, but I would just respond "No, basically it's just that I love those two songs." Then it turned into 5 songs and now it's tipping somewhere at 61. It was basically love at first sight. Except my eyes must have been directly connected to my ears which led straight to my heart.

So, just incase anyone who reads this feels like wasting a few minutes, I'd like to end this monotonously lengthy post with a request for the aforementioned people: If you have a favorite group or singer who you fell in love with, I'd love to hear about it. It's sort of like a science empiriment for me. I'd just like to observe whether this whole "love at first listen" thing is, A) a product of my insanity and pretty much limited to being something that only I experience, or B) something that happens to a lot of people at some point or another. So, if you have any interest in proving my sanity, go ahead and tell me about your musical love story.

My Chemical Romance in Portland

W O W. I don't have a clue as to how else to express to you how freaking incredible that concert was, but I am going to try my very best.

Okay. So lets start with the stage and the whole room it was in. Astounding. Breathtaking. It's called the Crystal Ballroom (tight name, huh?) and it's in downtown Portland, Oregon. Ha ha - which reminds me of how people always say "Keep Portland wierd!", right? Yeah, well all of us in our punky clothes and dark makeup and Black Parade T-shirts and "X"s on our eyes and all that waiting outside the Ballroom got some looks from pedestrians that definantly gauranteed Portland would stay on the wierd-map. You should have seen the people who passed by; just walking all casual and then looking over at the big black truck throwing free Monster energy drinks to the people in line and speeding up their pace. It was pretty funny. Sorry, off-topic. The Crystal Ballroom is amazing. People always say it's haunted (which would be pretty freaking awesome), but I personally don't think I felt any ghosts go through me. I few shivers maybe, knowing that Gerard Way and Frank Iero and all the others were standing less than thirty feet in front of me, but no ghosts. It was a very dramatic, theatrical-looking room, though. There were a few large chandeliers and paintings all over the walls, along with a mural on the half-dome behind the stage. It was really pretty. Gerard thought so too, and he even mentioned that they felt lucky because they don't get to play places like that very often. He he... I feel special ^.^

The crowd was pretty cool too. MCR fans are usually fairly awesome. Waiting for the band to come out after the opening acts, everybody was chanting and all that. Accually, just so you know, the openers were pretty good. Drive By and Billy Talent. Drive by played good music but were'nt much fun on stage, and Billy Talent got a lot of screaming and head-banging going. There were only a few mosh pits and only one big fight where security had to pull someone out. Gerard called us well-behaved. Everyone booed XP. The whole concert I was pretty close to the stage, but not front row or anything. I could see Gerard, Mikey, and Bob mostly the whole time (Frank was kind of shoved in the corner and Ray was right up next to the amps - small stage), until some enormous, like seven-foot tall guy stood smack in front of me. Just my luck, right? Still incredible, though.

And the music. Everybody already knows that was stunning. Frank rocked hard core and Gerard sounded amazing. LOL... once between songs he asked "So how do I sound tonight?". Everyone cheered pretty loud. Then he goes "And how about the band? How do we sound?". They got a little louder. And then he asks, "But more importantly, how the fuck do we look?!?" and everybody screamed like crazy XD. They opened with Sleep and ended with Helena, with most of the Black Parade album inbetween and a few older ones, like Headfirst for Halos, I never Told You What I Do for a Living, and You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison. My favorite was probably House of Wolves... or I'm Not Okay. Both were crazy-tight. It was so hot in there by the time they got to I'm Not Okay. With everybody jumping and moshing and everything in that tiny little space? I kept stepping on people's feet, because for some reason I can't stay in one place when I hop. My screaming didn't help to lower the body temperature either; I was accually so loud and high-pitched that the poeple in front of me kept cringing and turning to look at me everytime I did. It was hilarious.

Cancer was amazing live. I was suprised security let people past with lighters, but there were a couple in the air during that one (joining all the lit up cell phones, of course). I didn't really get to hear Helena, though. My friend was about to faint from a migraine and asked me to walk her out right after Cancer. Kind of dissapointing, but that's all right. I was sitting in the lobby with her and I could just faintly hear the song upstairs, and I was just staring at the ceiling lip-synching every word while all the parents stared at me 0.o. OH MY GOSH! I haven't said happy birthday to Gerard yet. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEE! Okay, I'm better now. I bet the show today (second day at the Crystal Ballroom - wish I were there)is crazy. I probably would have gone today if I'd known they were playing a second night earlier.

So, in recapitulation, the show was... I need another synonym for amazing. There isn't one that's good enough. Frankie and Gerard were delicious, Mikey did some serious head-banging, Ray was insane, and Bob's drum panel fell off. Gerard was just about to throw it into the crowd when he turns around and he's like "Wait... can we fix this?" then he turns back to us and goes "We can fix it. That means you don't get it." LOL... I love him. I'm seriously depressed that it's over and that My Chem won't be touring again any time soon, but it was an incredible show and an awesome experience. Love you always, MCR!




P.S. Do you think this post's long enough? ;)

Happy

Whether or not this concerns anyone else in the world or enriches their life in any way at all, I feel the need to say that I am, in fact, a very happy person right now. Shopping seems to do this to me a lot. So, yesterday I spent atleast 5 hours spending money like crazy. And... ha ha, sorry mom... it wasn't even my money. Mostly. I paid fifty dollars on my own at Hot Topic, but that's pretty much it. First stop was horse-related shopping. I ride hunt seat, and before yesterday I didn't have anything close to a decent outfit, so that's mainly what I was looking for. I found a really super hunt coat, and a pretty nice pair of breeches. Couldn't find tall boots that were tall enough for my legs but still went around my calves, so we're ordering some. My sister and I also found a random assortment of trivial items that we swore were absolutely necessary. Ha ha. No, really, we tried to stay within a reasonable price range, so mostly we only bought thing we accually did need. Until we hit the mall. I like to think I would have died if I didn't find an outfit to wear to the My Chem show, but in reality I think I would probably still be alive if I didn't spend one hundred dollars in a heartbeat at HT. Since there really isn't a meaningful intention to this post, I might as well tell you what I got, too. Almost all of it was to wear to the concert. So, for one, I bought these really cute red and black plaid capris with pyramid studs along the belt line. I also bought a pretty freaking awesome tank top, which is sort of light green with polka dots and Invader Zim all over it, and a sleeveless sweatshirt. The sweatshirt's really long, and it's black with a heart on the left side of the chest surrounded in studs, and lace all around the bottom. Then I also got these super awesome arm warmers that are kind of lace with polka-dot-ish holes all in them that go up above my elbow. It's all pretty tight. I didn't have the money for new shoes, so I'll probably just wear my black converse. Oh, I also bought an FOB t-shirt because I don't have very much will power. Anyway, after Hot Topic we checked out F.Y.E. for a certain DVD which had eluded my grasp for far too long. And, glory hallelujah, they had it. My head was so clouded with joy that I don't remember much of the drive home, but I'd bet anything I didn't let that little For Your Entertainment bag leave my sight for more than two seconds, because I'm sort of a geek like that. We only had a few hours at home before we headed off to cow sorting with our horses, but nearly every minute of my time there was spent watching Fall Out Boy, live in Pheonix and behind the scenes of the Honda Civic Tour. And it was AMAZING. If you all haven't seen this DVD, you have to. Right now. The live stuff was incredible, and the behind the scenes were hilarious. My favorite was the gateway to the Fall Out Boy dressing room. Ha ha... to any of you who havn't seen it, a couple guys from +44 (whose dressing room is beside FOB's) punched a hole in the wall between the two rooms. At first it was pretty small, then they tried to shove Dirty's head through, and eventually it got big enough that Pete accually jumped through it. They tried to cover it up with paintings >.< . Good stuff, man. Okay, so, as you can tell, I am a very happy person right now. I have new clothes and Fall Out Boy merch. If it weren't raining, today would be pretty perfect.

P.S. THREE DAYS until MCR hits Portland. EEK!

TODAY!!!

Today is proving to be special for a few reasons... the main two both of which involve my favorite music groups, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy. For one, there are only SEVEN DAYS - yes, folks, that's exactly ONE week - until MCR plays their first night in Portland. I'm just excited enough to look like an insane fangirl in front of anyone who stumbles upon the misfortune of being in my presence when mention of said concert arises. In other words, I scream. And I'm sure I won't be the only one screaming at the accual show, but you better believe I am gonna scream loud. Mwahahaha. Plug your ears, Portland-area residents. And, that being said, the whole Northwest dreads the day when FOB comes to our area next. As much as I love My Chem, I would have to say any one of them takes a backseat to a single Fall Out Boy. Long live the car crash hearts! Sorry, I occasionally make random and fortuitous FOB references. Anyway, pertaining to my paramount obsession, Fall Out Boy's latest release came out today. Dissapointingly, it isn't their fifth album (which I'm guessing we shouldn't be expecting anytime soon), but instead is their DVD, **** Live in Phoenix. And I want it. Very, very badly. I'm not sure when I am going to be able to buy it, but I think I might have an aneurysm if I don't get it soon. I havn't talked to anyone who has it yet (obviously, I guess... it's noon and it's the first day of its release), but if any of you watched FUSE's The Sauce last night, they had an appearance by Pete Wentz and also aired a video from the new DVD; FOB's live performance of Beat It (their cover of a song by Michael Jackson). It was really cool. So today marks a milestone in my countdown for the MCR show, and also the release date of my official favorite DVD as of right now even though I havn't seen it yet. Woo-hoo!