Disenchanted...

i have commitment issues.

i let my imagination run away from me... a lot...

blah blah blah

do you think a hunger strike would work if my parents don't let me see mcr next thursday? cause i'd totally be willing to do that. (and we all know how much i love to eat)

so i'm gonna be at 3 pretty sweet shows in the next two weeks.
who's coming with me?

1) Oct 20 - June/This Providence/Park/blah/blah/The Elation
- yay for daniel on that one.
2) Oct 26 - My Chem at the HOB.
- absolutely no fucking was i am missing this one.
3) oct 27 - Brand New/Dashboard
- four years ago, i would have been much more excited
about seeing dashboard, but i <3 brand new.

Also, The Black Parade is out on the 24th. I'm obviously excited for that one too...

I'm gonna have to call off sick from work though... too bad for them...

-peace-

I have to show up at Root Studios in about an hour to get my senior pictures taken.
Isn't it interesting that people feel the need to capture that specific moment.
That moment when you are being acknowledged as a senior in high school.
Parents get teary-eyed, watching their babies 'all grown up.'
Some wearing cap and gown, some choosing not to.
Yes, senior year is important, but these parents, these crying parents, know that there are more important years to come.
Yet there they are, sniffling as they riffle through air brushed portraits; gazing at the blemishless faces of their seniors.
Perhaps I should be capitalizing the word seniors.
The rank seems to be more important than I am making it out to be.

Maybe they're afraid that in out senior glory, we'll go out and do something stupid that results in out death.
And all they'll have left are memories and a beautiful senior portrait: a memorial.
Of course, some of us will.
You always hear those sad stories in the newspaper, on television, by word of mouth.

Maybe we want to capture those moments.
Look, we've gotten this far.
We're awestruck, looking back and seeing how far we've come, how much we've accomplished.
It is, truely, awesome, in the non-cliche sense of the word.
We've done so much in such a short period of time.
Then again, being an American allows for that.
We have those memories (or not) of what we consider teenage landmarks: our first kiss, the first time we got drunk (or chose not to), our first significant other, the moment we got our drivers liscenses, and several other important events.

America: the land of opportunity and senior portraits.
Look at this beautiful child.
See how far they've come?
Can you see the future in their clear blue eyes?
They're going to be great one day, one day soon.
They've accomplished so much already and you can see in their eyes, see the ambition, the ability, the talent.
My child is going to change the world.
Someday soon.

So remember this moment, these few moments spent, dolled up in front of a camera.
Remember when they were a senior.
Back when they were on the brink of greatness.
Back when we had such high hopes, such great expectations.
So beautiful. Blemishless. Perfect.
Perfection caught on film.
Just for a moment.
When they were a senior.

-sick
-work
-no julie

+shower
+rinky!
+soundlab
+mary!
+slumberjam!

random- haley joel osmont got into a car accident. he almost died. why the fuck do i know this?

xo