I think I dropped something - My jaw.

:D

keep in mind i posted this on my LiveJournal on Friday so any reference to "today" etc are out of date ;)

So, as I made very well known in the past few days we went to see My Chem last night. I'm just going to give you as detailed of an account as I can, without burning down my house as I am cooking whilst doing this.

I'm going to skip past all the crap that happened during the day because we'll be here for hours but I will point out the high (or should I say low) lights of the day.

I was approached by some teenage skater who asked for a smoke; and I apologised and said I had none left. He didn't seem to believe me, but it was nearly true - I had four ;)
Anyway, the skank (who, for the record, looked like a total scene kid) who was with him then piped up and said "Are you guys going to My Chemical Romance?". I just said "Yeah, we might." and she (she was oh-so-mature *rolls eyes*) said "They're so gay, no offense." I then laughed and said "Well, no way in hell you're getting a smoke now," and they both got abusive, so we left. Lame, right? dnaw teenagers (except, you know, the normal ones).

Anyway, after that I got a random "Faggot!" and some girl thought i was Gerard and then she got a look at me properly and realised that, you know, he's hot. I'm not ;)

Anyway, once we got to the venue I set off the metal detectors and a 30-something woman on security complimented my bet buckle, we were absolutely soaked (it was raining) and I discovered I pull off wet hair better than most motherfuckers.

Now, onto the show! The first opening act sucked, and they are douchebags because the singer called me mean names once. We were not amused. Once circa survive came on we were psyched; we both acquired a recent love for this band so it was amazing to see them live. It was their last show of the tour and apparently there's the custom where bands prank each other on the last show, so I guess My Chem rigged up some pyrotechnics to go bang randomly, and it the words of Anthony Green, "That was awesome". They were a really good live band and I'm so stoked to have seen them.

By the time MCR had come onstage 70+ people had been pulled from the pit for fainting or not being able to handle the heat (the people behind us kept count ;]). It was not really surprising considering the size of these kids :P

They were incredible and really kept the audience pumped for the entire set - Gerard claimed to have in his younger day sucked dick for coke but I swear he's full of shit. Who knows.

Ray had an awesome guitar solo and Frank came over by where we were to smoke; we were side of stage; literally looking at it dead on from the side. Frank broke the law; no smoking inside buddy. What a rebel ;).

I really don't know what to write; it was all so incredible. Uh, the flamethrowers were awesome; we could feel the heat intensely, it was awesome.

Everything was awesome. Huh, the exciting shit happened today so I'm just gonna talk about that now.

We decided to give the whole airport thing a shot; and it was a loooong day. We arrived at 9am and just... well, waited. We calculated the flight to be leaving at 2:10pm, that's how dedicated we were. The boys showed up pretty late; as can be expected - around 12:30, maybe a little earlier. I was the first one out of any of the fans (that i saw) to spot Mikey so they were all following me and Liz, he basically ran to the check in line so we directed our attention elsewhere. Liz spotted Frank and i was like "ah where?!?" and the she pointed right at him and I saw him (ahaha he had his hood up and i was looking side on) so I made my way over and (all flustered might I add) started gushing about how amazing it was to meet him and could I please, please, please get a picture. He looked so tired but nodded anyway, and tried to at least look hot. He pulled it off.

Then we walked away, left him alone for a bit, and spotted Ray. I rushed over to him and kinda stood in his way so he couldn't escape and spoke to him for a few seconds, then let him go. We then managed to spot Gerard, who was nice enough - I was actually impressed; I had actually kinda pegged him as a bit of an ego-maniac. He wasn't too keen on pictures and the guy with him was dragging him along. I asked and he almost gave in; I was practically giving him a sales pitch going something like this:

Me: Can I have a picture?
Gerard: I really need to check in, I can't.
Me: She has the camera ready to go, just stand beside me for literally two seconds!
Gerard: I just said no to a little girl, I'd feel bad.
Me: That's cool.
Liz: Have a safe flight :D
Gerard: Thank you so much! *waves*

And he walked away. So then we just milled around, Frank walked past us a few times going to have a smoke; he saw us on his way towards departures and waved and said "Bye guys!" so we were all *fangirls*.

Theeeeen came Mikey, finally leaving check-in with a whole entourage almost, we were the only ones he actually talked to - they were all calling shit out to him but he just had a very short conversation with Liz and I, he was sweet; even though whoever he was with grabbed my fucking arm to keep me back, did they think I was going to rape him?? All I did was ask for a picture, he said no so I just said "That's cool, come back soon!" and apparently that is threatening... *rolls eyes*.

After that we were heading up to departures to say good bye to these two girls we spent an hour or so with and Frank walked past us. We got on the escalator but then changed out minds; Liz deserved to get a picture dammit! So we ran up the down side and she tripped, and took a chunk of skin off her foot, I ran after him and kinda slowed behind him. I was all "Hey Frank!" and he turned around, and I realised... oh shit, he's on the phone. probably to his family. or fiance, shit. He was still nice and happy about it and I kinda looked at his phone and was all "Oh man, sorry!" he was just like "It's ok," and I felt really bad for saying this, but I did. "Hey, my girlfriend really wants a picture with you. I know you have a plane to catch but I'd appreciate it a lot." he nodded and looked around; not too many people were around; there were some teenagers who hadn't spotted him yet and he leaned forward a little and was like "Yeah, make it quick." So I ran to get Liz and he was so nice and amazing about the thing; whoever he was talking to was still on the phone, i still felt bad but all I could think was HOLY SHIT, THIS IS FRANK. So Liz ran over and I took a picture, then he was all "Nice to meet you guys," that kinda shit, and shook both our hands, then he started walking off. The teenagers noticed him and came over asking for pictures and he was all *starts turning* sorry guys, gotta go!". He seemed to kinda treat us differently; possibly because we were older than the 13 year olds he'd been dealing with.

All in all it was an amazing day. I know people say you should leave bands alone at the airport but it was an amazing experience and the people there seemed alright :)

So Meghan (in my top thingymajig if you don't know her) entered the Avril contest, and I think she should win.

 

Buzz her? She'd like that a lot, you know. Maz, just do it, mmkay? :)

 

http://www.buzznet.com/groups/avrilcontest/photos/?id=5829221

 

CMNT ALL MAH PIX.

ILUBBS

I really need a change I think.

Pink mohawk?

Any suggestions?

I've started blocking people that send it to me. I don't want it.

Get it?

and not being able to stop and hitting us. my neck is really sore/stiff.

And the car is most likely a write off.

sigh.

To some new sunglasses.

And not just any sunglasses.

Marcs. By Marc Jacobs.

I. Love. Them. So. Much.

:D

That is all.

Ok, let's just start by saying that if you have a problem with gay people, stop reading now. infact, delete me now.

Ok, so let's get started. I'd just like to say that I am a horrible writer, so this will probably be all over the place. I'm sharing this with everyone becaue i want to help you get to know me, and what I'm all about. This is the story of the friendship that became the greatest love i've ever had..

So, we met on the first day of school for the year when i had just turned 16. She was the new kid. I was the weird gay guy that all the guys thought wanted to sleep with them and all the girls were too scared to talk to. I had my friends - all females i might add, but that that was it. I was pretty heavily involved in the school - mainly as far as drama goes, and was a really good student. the staff all loved me, and i could get away with anything. This new girl that sat next to me in biology class was pretty cool, i thought that from day 1, and also wondered how the hell she was single. We were both too shy to talk to each other, so we sat in silence for a few weeks. The occasional "how are you?" and "Can I borrow your pen?" (that was me - she was waaay too organised to ever forget anything!) led to me going and sitting with her and her friends at lunch. They were a pretty small group, full of people i'd been going to school with for at least 5 years but never really talked to. It started off pretty awkward, i mean, my friends and her friends got along great - they mostly had french class together, so they were pretty tight. Which left us, to entertain each other while the others all discussed things that frankly we were never interested in. That led to us passing notes in class, and discovering that there was a teacher that actually hated me. He'd wait until i was writing a note, and then take it off me and sit at his desk reading it. It was all about boys we liked and it was actually kinda funny that he was reading it. this continued for a few months, until she invited me over to her house. I'd go over everyday after school, and we'd just hang out for hours talking, and I never wanted to leave. We both had the occasional romantic interest or adventure, but never anything serious - but that was cool. I mean, I don't know about her, but I never needed it. She was all i needed, she was my best friend. a boyfriend would have just gotten in the way anyway.

This continued on for a while, with me staying at her house most weekends  with her and her best friend (from her old school). when we were nearing the end of our final school year (i was just 18 by this point) there was one night in particular where things really started heating up. I'm not even sure why, but we were lying on her bed with her best friend on the mattress on the floor. i had my back against the wall, and she was in front of me, lying on my arm, and i had my other arm accross her chest (don't worry, this is NOT graphic!). We lay like that for hours, until about 3 am. I'm tempted to say there was touching, but then people will automatically ussume i mean touching in sexual places, which there was none of. Ok, there was touching. I was stroking that area on her chest, just above her cleaveage (it's not as smutty as it sounds), and we just lay there not saying a word, until we started drifting off and thought it was best if i went to my bed. The next day i had to go to work, but I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened that night, and questioning my sexuality. It's not exactly fun to have to go through that twice, but i did. I had to see her. I just had to, but alone. I went over there after work, and there was no awkwardness. we kissed, and it was so much better than i ever thought a kiss could be. It felt right. I know it sounds lame if you've never felt it, but for those of you that have, you'll know what I'm saying. For those of you that haven't, just wait til you do. It'll blow your fucking mind. We talked about it a bit, and kinda decided that we were going to just be friends, maybe have a little bit of fun. I wasn't sure what I wanted, I mean, she made me feel amazing but I was so confused, so I just went with that. Needless to say the matter didn't come up again and here we are, 5 years from that first day, and i'm wondering what i ever did without her.

I love you baby. I really, really do. I don't think i could ever put my feelings into words, because the words to describe the way i feel don't exist. Because no-ones ever felt the way I do about you.

You're my sugar. :]