through it all, the rise and fall
Sep. 7th, 2006 01:08 pmIt's like Queen and somebody else had a baby, and it's The Black Parade. The best thing about this? It means I can crank the album whenever it comes out because my mother? She loves-um her Queen and I endured years and years of a certain album. This is not to say I do not appreciate Queen. In small doses, spread out over a while. Not all crammed together for four years straight.
Anyway. Yesterday I finally got around to watching the VMAs. Yes, I'm that much of a slacker. However, if you watch it on tape, you can FF through all the crap you don't really care about. Which for me amounted to 95% of the broadcast. Even the stuff I thought I wanted to see? Most of it I hit the FF button and didn't look back. Stopped for two seconds on Fergie's performance but about twenty seconds in, my hand slipped and I don't really regret it. Stopped for various pre-VMA interviews, but mostly I just watched MCR perform [so. high. I'd have fainted.], the AAR win which left me wondering how exactly one confuses them with AFI [who also won, but the acceptance speech credited to Davey was, you know, not his] considering they aren't all that similar. Watched AFI win. I... think that was it. Oh, and the post show interview with AFI. That was it, man. Anytime I stopped for Jack Black I was usually disappointed. Woe!
Onward. Went to the new[ish] outlet "mall" and hit the KB store. Which was severely lacking in anything of interest at all except overpriced crap. Which is to say nothing I went in there for, and everything else could probably be found elsewhere for cheaper without even trying too hard to find it. Mom skipped over to Pepperidge Farm and went cookie crazy. I snagged one bag and a couple of goldfish because I had a headache and it seemed like the thing to do. Ducked into Claires where Hilary Duff stuff attacked me. o_O I'm not kidding. Anytime I walked by some, it kind of latched onto me. It was most uncool and I left without buying anything. Back to Borders to snag the two Francesca Lia Block books and then to the car where I realized I felt like crap. I still do. My head hurts like you wouldn't believe and yes, I've taken something for it. This is in addition to my arm that started to twinge and then flat out hurt like a bitch [or something] at work and then made it quite impossible to give back change with my right hand.
But before I die, I must profess my love for
_hallow_ who sent books! Books I shall love and cherish and even read! *hugs and love* :D I'm so excited to read twilight because I kept meaning to look it up at the library before I ended up with a fine and a half and now... *purrs* Thank you!
I'm going to go die now. Happier than I was an hour ago, but still with the dead.
he said, son when you grow up
would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten
and the damned?
he said will you defeat them
your demons and all the non believers
the plans that they have made
because one day i'll leave you, a phantom
to lead you in the summer
to join the black parade
I think this song might kill me with joy.
Anyway. Yesterday I finally got around to watching the VMAs. Yes, I'm that much of a slacker. However, if you watch it on tape, you can FF through all the crap you don't really care about. Which for me amounted to 95% of the broadcast. Even the stuff I thought I wanted to see? Most of it I hit the FF button and didn't look back. Stopped for two seconds on Fergie's performance but about twenty seconds in, my hand slipped and I don't really regret it. Stopped for various pre-VMA interviews, but mostly I just watched MCR perform [so. high. I'd have fainted.], the AAR win which left me wondering how exactly one confuses them with AFI [who also won, but the acceptance speech credited to Davey was, you know, not his] considering they aren't all that similar. Watched AFI win. I... think that was it. Oh, and the post show interview with AFI. That was it, man. Anytime I stopped for Jack Black I was usually disappointed. Woe!
Onward. Went to the new[ish] outlet "mall" and hit the KB store. Which was severely lacking in anything of interest at all except overpriced crap. Which is to say nothing I went in there for, and everything else could probably be found elsewhere for cheaper without even trying too hard to find it. Mom skipped over to Pepperidge Farm and went cookie crazy. I snagged one bag and a couple of goldfish because I had a headache and it seemed like the thing to do. Ducked into Claires where Hilary Duff stuff attacked me. o_O I'm not kidding. Anytime I walked by some, it kind of latched onto me. It was most uncool and I left without buying anything. Back to Borders to snag the two Francesca Lia Block books and then to the car where I realized I felt like crap. I still do. My head hurts like you wouldn't believe and yes, I've taken something for it. This is in addition to my arm that started to twinge and then flat out hurt like a bitch [or something] at work and then made it quite impossible to give back change with my right hand.
But before I die, I must profess my love for
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I'm going to go die now. Happier than I was an hour ago, but still with the dead.
he said, son when you grow up
would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten
and the damned?
he said will you defeat them
your demons and all the non believers
the plans that they have made
because one day i'll leave you, a phantom
to lead you in the summer
to join the black parade
I think this song might kill me with joy.