This last weekend (which, combined with a semi-hellish first full week of classes, I have not entirely recovered from) I:

-Remembered why I love Fall Out Boy
-Fell in love with Chicago
-Fell out of like with a boy
-Earned a whole new respect for Blink-182
-Caught at least 2 dozen dudebros spend an hour and a half bashing FOB, then push and shove and sing along to every word once they got on stage.
-Spent entirely too much money
-Seriously, fell so in love with Chicago

In all flat out statement of honesty, I'm a concert junkie. I'm an addict. There is nothing better than feeling the bass vibrate through you, being in a crowd with thousands of other people singing along at the top of their lungs, the drums pounding in the soles of your feet and the pit of your stomach. If I could do anything in the world and money was no object, I'd be at those things every day. I could never get enough of it, never.

I want to go back to Chicago and never leave--at least until winter comes along, that might totally change my mind.

Sign ups for remixredux09 end tomorrow. or, um, today. Whatever, the point is, don't miss out! Sign up now! Make your friends sign up! It's remix and I fought hard for bandom so I want lots of stories out of it. I'm going to have to be very stern on this point.

If I do not have Chicago tickets by, like, 10:05 in the morning, I'm probably going to throw a temper tantrum to end all tantrums. My mom and I are totally gonna tag team livenation too, to hopefully lessen the odds that I have to punch someone in the face.

Here, have a little more than a drabble thingy.

High Gloss - bandom, Pete/Patrick, early days, 300 words

( High Gloss )

So, I need like, a 12 step program for concerts. Like and AA for Live Music Addicts.

I'm not saying I'd go, really, I just like to know that I have the option.

Which pretty much translates to OMG FOB I WANT TO WATCH YOU LIVE FOREVER.

Seriously, it's been over a week now, but I kind of don't have the words even a little bit at all. I love sitting my ass in line and meeting other people who love these bands as much as I do. I love being in the crowd. I love "detox just to retox" and "I will never believe again" and "hell or glory, I don't want anything in between."

I love music. I love all of it.

I've also got a new layout (angelgazing) thanks to sleepismyfriend, the banner is made with pictures she actually took at our show, and, again, OMG PETE WENTZ YOUR FACE.

I'm doing this stupid thing where I'm kind of in love with life for no good reason.

Everyone should feel like this once in a while.

This game hasn't gotten old yet, ftr.

Hotel room is now reserved for FOB. \o/.

God, I actual facts cannot wait. I might explode before then, no lie.

6 WEEKS TOMORROW! \o/

I am not here! I am totally making dinner right now! Quit looking at me like I have lost myself in youtube again. That is... only half true. I've also spent a good amount of time with random bandom primers (where is the Frank/Gerard primer? WHERE? I need the bad jokes and the mutual love and geekery and making out on stage. I neeeeed it.)

Anyway, Brendon Urie is sort of a single lady. I'm not even kind of kidding about how many naughty things I would do to that poor boy, you guys. I just really am not.

Fall Out Boy in the studio w/ Brendon Urie during the Making of 20 Dollar Nose Bleed.

The official video for Famous Last words, by MCR. You guys, I don't have words for this band sometimes. "Nothing you can say can stop me" is totally going to get fucking inked.



Ok! Seriously, dinner.

I'll probably be back with more later. ::looks shifty::

I just bought tickets for FOB in Dallas on the 17th!

And I have no one to go with me, omg, but I wantwantwantwanwant.

Dude, FOB.

I just paid an obscene amount for them too, when you consider the fact that I no longer have a job. lol I am so lame. I could not say no.

I never want to listen to anything else ever again


[Tanslations: FOLIE A DEUX BONUS TRACKS FTW]


In something (gasp!shock!) not FOB related.

I seem to have written Dr. Horrible fic.

IDEK.