My Life is one big MCRmy thread

OK, so college is great. My roommate's pretty cool and I got introduced to her friends the first night. We went to a party that night (Monday), but it sucked so we left and watched Hoodwinked. Tuesday I got organized. Wednesday I started classes. I didn't get lost, and it wasn't horrible at all. I am surprised at how easy it has been to adjust to life here. I set up my bank account, doing laundry, math homework. It's all good for now, but we'll see how long that lasts when my school work increases. Thursday was my birthday, I went to classes, spent time with my mom during a 3 hour break between Psych and Public Speaking. Then there was a theatre rally, everyone was really nice, we went to a party afterwards. Class on Friday was really different, because we all got to see a different side of each other. Last night we watched Fight Club, we were going to watch Boondock Saints too, but Virginia broke up with her boyfriend of 6 days, and we watched Invader Zim instead to cheer her up.

I feel so bad for not being on a lot, but I promise I haven't forgotten you all. When I'm even more adjusted I'm sure I'll be able to manage more. I love you all, and i"m still so excited about The Black Parade.

Love
-Cait

So I actually got my TBP shirt yesterday YAY!! I love it. I'm going to wear it Wednesday on my first day of Classes.

I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm both nervous and excited. Hopefully my roommate having moved in three days before me will have it's upside in that she can show me around. I've got to set up my bank account *eek*, and then Wednesday I've got to find all my classes (all those buildings, I'm sure I won't), and then I finally turn 18 on Thursday.

But maybe I'm just stressing out over nothing, I'm sure it'll be fun.

Well, I'll tell you how it is when I get there.



Anyone else like a band called The Chariot?

www/myspace.com/thechariot
I believe that's the url.

My friend got me into them, I love it

"The Dutch Coverage" by The Spill Canvas is one of my favorite songs.

My mom is laughing so loudly I can hear it from downstairs, it's disturbing, slightly.

So I was searching through my junk box folder, and I found the dreaded TBP email, the one thta says my shirt is on back order.

Damn ,they were probably busy sending anything they had to Hot Topics all around the world. I think we loyal fans and MCRmy members that ordered first should get them before all the people at Hot Topic do. I mean, seriously, it won't get here for another month probably, and then my mom will have to send me mine at college, since I'll be gone by then

Damn it, this makes me all sad. You can't even order them on the site anymore. Dude, making me mad, I want my shirt. I'm freaking impatient, I know, oh well. The new pic on the TBP site is sweet though. I can see them, but I don't know who the people at the bottom are.

I should be packing for college, I leave Monday. But I've got to do laundry before that anyfrank, and my mom's taking up the washer and dryer. I'm just going to watch LOTMS as a part of the two day celebration of Gerard's sobriety. I also want some food. Perhaps some YouTube surfing as well. I'm not going to sleep for a while. My roommate moved in today, I wonder how she likes it there.

Later

So I hung out with the guys again, other Tim came too, and...Oh I forgot his name, the quiet guy. But we hung out on main, climbed some of the roofs, jumped down and landed really hard. Tim (first Tim, Tim M) climbed onto the police station, than got pulled over for jaywalking on his way back to us. I swear, that cop had a ferret stuck up his butt, because then he pulled over Dianne for being in the street or whatever, and then he pulled over Tim D, for some random excuse. He was on the prowl. I blame Kyle and Tim, because I'd never seen a Hooker cop before (yes, I live in a town called Hooker, but only till Monday), and now I've seen him 4 times in 2 days. We went to the park, but Jason came by drunk with his friends, and I wrote this on another blog.

"I just realized why I really hate certain types of guys. There were ones before, that I tolerated. But now I can't stand their presence, they literally sicken me. I finally made the connection as to why. What changed it all from tolerance and occasional amusement from their stupidity, to complete and utter disgust. To flashbacks and near vomiting, outbursts and anger. Some guys are nice, some guys I can hang out with and have fun and joke around with; and others just come across as so sleazy and revolting. But I tolerated it before, but an occurrence embedded in me the realization that I don't have to take that crap, that I don't have to accept that and deal with complete jerks.

Just had to get that out there.

How's that for a cliffhanger?

But it makes perfect sense."

Yeah, I don't like him. He's the whitest wannabe gangsta pothead ever.

But then We went to Loves and just did nothing, then we gave Tim D the wrong directions to my house (Kyle's idea, I just listened to it), then he finally dropped me off at my house. I got home at 1 this time, yay.



So I go to college Monday, I found out my roommate is moving in tomorrow (well, technically today, it's 2 AM on Friday), which sucks a little because she'll be all situated and I won't. But oh well, she could show me around and such when I do get there, help a girl out.

SO yeah, ladefreakingda with coma inducing amounts of sugar on top.

So I have this friend Kyle, I actually met him on myspace. Actually, I met him on myspace because he became friends with some of my friends (real life friends) through myspace and they apparently say nice things about me. So he invited me to this farewell breakfast thing Wednesday morning, since he, I, and a lot of others are leaving for college within a week. So I agreed to go. The night before Kelly (a girl who hates me but plays nice since our mutual friends don't hate me. And I know she's been talking about me, I do talk to Dianne, honey) called me and invited me over to Luke's to spend the night so we could all get go to the Pancake house together. Luke's awesome, so I agreed.

That night I got to talk to Dianne, I hadn't in so long, and I got to finally confide in someone what was going on with me, someone in person, someone real. Then I watched the food channel since i couldn't sleep, and I dreamt about pizza.

So the next day we got ready, Luke and Kelly dressed "emo" Luke looks good in eyeliner. I dressed normal but I fit in with them, apparently (except for the eyeliner). Kyle showed up, I got to see his hair. It's been a topic of discussion, since Luke and I hadn't seen it, it's like Frank's hair, an unstyled mohawk, blonde on the sides, and black in the middle. Looks kinda cool actually(everything reminds me of MCR, damnit!).

We ate pancakes at the Pancake House. I only knew Luke, Kelly, and I guess Kyle, but a lot of people were there. Afterwards Kyle and this Tim guy hardcore danced in the parking lot. Kyle's about the most scene kid I've ever seen, but he's pretty genuine and cool somehow, so I'm alright with it all.

Then we went back to Hooker, and met up with Rachel and Rosie. We all just chilled for the most part. Kelly and Luke went swimming, the others were tired, and the pale people (Kyle and I0 just drove around. But Kyle's car kept dying, so we'd just sit and wait for it to work again, since neither of us know about cars. The second time we walked over to Rachel's and got Dianne to come help us. It needed oil. We are dorks. So we fixed that up and then I went home to eat some dinner. Afterwards I met up with Dianne again, we watched half of Harold and Kumar and then opted to drive on main. We met up with Kristen, Rosie, Kyle, Tim, and Melanie, and we all hung out on Main for a bit, then went to the park. I had a lot of fun. Mostly because I wasn't doing any of the stupid stuff i used to do to try and have fun. I can say that it was the most fun I've had in Hooker since i moved here. At 12:30 people started leaving, but I stayed out with Tim and Kyle because I didn't want to go home. Tim rode his bike on Main, a cop hassled us, wondering what we were doing at 1 AM on Main with no one else around. He probably thought we were doing something illegal, it made me happy knowing that I was actually with people who weren't up to anything that could land me in jail. So after Tim crashed enough times, we went to get energy drinks, but the Loves here in Hooker didn't have Rockstar, so we drove to Guymon to get some. But whe nwe got to Guymon, Kyle said to keep going to the next town, we ended up in Goodwell for no reason. Then we drove back to Guymon and finally got those energy drinks. I actually tried the Rockstar. Kyle made fun of the facial expression I made when I tried it. But I bet that stuff Kyle made Tim buy and drink was worse. So we just drove around and did weird and random stuff all night. The boys kept touching eachother, and trying to freak me out. I finally went home at 3, told Kyle it was nice meeting him, and Tim that he was creepy, and I chilled in my room watching Maybe Memories till I went to sleep.

I'm off to College Monday!

PS-Everyone online is a bit of a exhibitionist. It's easier to do when you don't see who's judging you.

And I'm loving the digital camera I got for my birthday a bit too much. Oh well, who reads these?


Luke and Rosie in the back of Kyle's truck. I learned after falling out of Hass's truck, going to the hospital, and landing with some ugly scars, not to do that.



Kelly and Scene Boy#2, aka, Kyle.


All Rachel and Charity did Tuesday night was watch disturbingly funny videos on Ebaums world





Only a true drama boy can do his own eyeliner like that (again, another thing that reminds me of MCR).



My lovely little tiny town I couldn't be leaving quickly enough. My time here is done


Me rockin Kyle's old garage sale hat with the Matisyahu pin I want to steal.

I returned home from OKC yesterday. I wrote just a tad bit when I was on the road.
August 2nd: 15 days till my birthday. I got about an hour of sleep on the way here, but knocked out half of the book I'm reading( Diary, by Chuck Palahniuk. One of those books I wish I could write). I saw a truck on the way to the hotel that said Helena on the side. Damn, now everything these days reminds me of MCR. Like Rachy said, "My life is one big MCRmy thread." My brother's humming songs and making weird faces at me. You'd never think he's 21, of course no one does, he still gets carded for R rated movies. He told me OK is the most recognized word in the world (again, something that reminds me of MCR). 2nd is Coke, 3rd is MCDonalds. Lovely corporate America, eh? I certainly won't have trouble sleeping tongiht, I'm so tired. I bought a cheap version of those silver converse I wanted at Target today, they gave me blisters but I like them still. Got a ton of stuff for college, and a little notebook to write my thoughts in. Ironically enough my brother had the exact same one. Dinner was good, only minimal tear shed, I'm glad I had sunglasses, a lot got thrown on the table, and not food. My mom cried too, but she went to the bathroom. They started picking on me about being quite, and then being mean, and I freaked out, my fault I guess. I just wanted to disappear and for them to go away. But it all got better after that. We watched a lot of Project Runway, and Jacob invented love smiting. It's really just him throwing pillows at my face from across the hotel room, but adding the word love so I can't get mad. We're all lovey dovey now, it's how road trips work, it always brings us together. It's always just been the three of us, even when my parents were married, or Rod was around, they were always busy, or my dad was drunk, we always traveled alone, it's always just the three of us. As dorky as it sounds, my brother and my mom are the three most important people in my life

So on Thursday we went to Six Flags. We got there when it opened so it wasn't crowded, went through all the good rides within an hour and a half. My mom saw Vince Gill, which is kind of like meeting Goldfinger or A Perfect Circle in my book. She even said hi to him and mildly stalked him. This is where I get my music obsession from, she even mentioned that to us, how we don't have the same taste in music, but we all love music.

Roller coasters are glorified fans, my brother and I decided. There was a ride involving bungee cords that was an incredible fan, as was the wooden coaster. It was a hot day, and I wore my "Pale Is The New Tan" shirt, luckily no sun burn on this pale little girl.

I finally found Audition, this movie that Honey This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Two Of Us is based off of, I've been looking for it since I saw it on a scary movie countdown, and when I saw Honey, I just had to get it. It's a freaky freaking movie. Bought a bunch more, spent way too much money. ON the ride home from OKC I read the book Speak (I finished Diary earlier), for anyone who's read that, I've been through that, just going through that, 2 months ago on the 7th. I wanted to give my mother a huge hug and tell her everything, but it's so impossible to tell that to people, to people you see and have to look in the face when you tell them. I want them to hug me, and tell me it's alright, but I don't want them to worry, I don't want them to judge me, or think of me differently, I couldn't handle that, not yet.

I have no friends here yet (OK, two), so I'll try to get more people to read this. I still am so new with livejournal.

I"m back to not being able to sleep well, and being nocturnal. Oh well, the healthy sleeping habits lasted at least two days.

my whole not sleeping plan didn't work. I went to sleep at about 8. Funny thing is, that's when we're leaving today, so I'll just sleep on the way there. I'm so fucking lazy

I think once I get the hang of this I'll start putting my poems and stories in here. I need a place to put them all, other than in my head.

and No sir, Nihlism Is Not Practical is one of the best album titles ever.

So yay, first entry. Really, the only reason I got one of these is because of the MCRmy (the street team, the real one) and The Black Parade. Since almost all of the TBP comments on the Rmy threads are linked to livejournal. This whole Black Parade thing is killing me, but of course I"m eating up every moment. I still like the Ziggy Stardust theory. Like in in terms that it's the most believable to me. I don't know how I'd feel about it actually being true though, I don't want MCR to change themselves, it would just be so weird.

Anywho, I'm trying to stay up all night. Well, I always stay up all night, but I'm trying not to sleep at all. See, I usually go to sleep at 7, then wake up at about 3 in the afternoon. But Wednesday (tomorrow by now), I'm leaving with my mom and my brother to OKC, and they won't tolerate my weird sleeping habits in the hotel room. So I'm staying up till about 10 tonight, so I can start getting used to sleeping at a somewhat normal time. My friend Kodiak suggested I do this. I need to get used to sleeping at night again anyw*ys, I'm starting college in two weeks. That's a scary fucking thought, I don't want to let my mom know how nervous I am though.

No one is ever going to read this, but I'll write as if someone will anyw*y.

my back hurts