mcrmusicdevil13

[] You love someone/something
[x] You have your own room.
[x] You own a cell phone.
[x] You have/had an ipod/mp3 player
[] Your parents are still married
[] You have more than 1 best friend
[x] There is a swimming pool/hot tub/pond/creek in your backyard
[total]:4

[x] You dress how you want to.
[] You hang out with friends more than once a week.
[x] There is a computer/laptop in your room right now
[] You have never been beaten up
[] You NEVER cry more than twice a month.
[x] You are allowed to listen to the music you want to.
[x] Your room is big enough for you.
[total so far]:8

[] You have over 50 friends on MySpace
[] You have pictures on MySpace
[] Your parents let you have a MySpace
[] You get money from your parents.
[] You collect something.
[x] You don't wish you were someone else.
[x] You do something after school.
[total so far:] 10

[] You own your own car.
[x] You are happy with your appearance
[x] You have friends
[total so far:] 12

I can't drive!

[] You know what is going on in your world
[x] You care about many people
[x] You know more than one language
[] You have a screen name.
[] you own a pet.
[x] You know the words to more than 5 songs.
[x] You dont have any enemies
[x] You are a cool person

I'm cool in my own mind!

[total overall:]17
T O T A L: 17
now count your numbers and multiply by 3
repost as my life is % perfect

I think my life is perfect, even when it's not because it's MY life, and my only life.

Look, okay. I'm fucking SICK, and TIRED of it. It's a bunch of bullshit. I'm sick of you guys fighting over who Gerard is dating. I don't know who Lyn z is, but I have seen pics of her and some really nasty comments. I'm keeping names confidential. But I'm really disgusted by this:

"wow, shut the fuck up everybody. you all playing like smarty ass by saying you don't care and it's Gerards personal life but you know what? that doesn't make you smart or mature or something so get the fuck over it
if you wouldn't care about it you'd just not comment it. but you want everybody to see how mature and right you are and you care soooooo much about the music and not the lead singers personal life,right?
well no it doesn't convince anybody and we all know you care as much as the "teenies fangirls" do so just shut the fuck up, thank you."

 

That's offensive to a person like me. I'm young. Are you all getting this "teenie" ideal from the song "Teenagers"? I mean, some of us younger ones really DO care. You can't blame a whole generation for a few people.

 

 

here we have a person who is insulting Lyn z. Then the person who quoted did the same exact thing twards that person: 

 

 

"fuck that!gerard basically just came out of the fucking closet!!besides, I think "lyn-z" is really a man..shes liek a fucking drag queen or something"

 

The response?

hahahahahahahhahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahaahhaha oh wait a minute you werent talking about yourself right? cause you really look like a 13 yr old trannie.

poor little naive teenie you wish you looked 1/4 as good as she does but instead you look like my dogs butthole covered in poop. :) have a nice day fangirl."

It's unbelievable. I came here to share a love for music and MCR. Now Gerard seems to be going downhill, and so do the fans. So is MCR really a cult, without them realizing it? All I have to say is "God, help me!"

This is a bulletin, that was posted (obviously!) Read it from the botton up. Read the letter, then the replies.

 

Okay, say it was a fake. Well, it's still a path he can take. Even I'm getting the sense that he's not himself. But if it is real, and of the signs DO make sense, why are we standing here. Examine the circumstance, or the possible one at least! I WILL look into this. Like all of you, and unlike all of those teenies, I care about the well-being of these five amazing guys. They're not heart-throbs, they are the heart. We should all just keep an eye out for the signs. Not baby him or penalize him for every breath he takes (that'll piss him off!) just watch out and we as fans must always remind them that we care.

P.S. can you tell I work with kids a lot?

==========Bulletin Message==========
From: littlegaby
Date: 08/20/2007 10:45 PM
Subject: more drama

im going to watch some of his recent itnterveiws right now to see

 

 

==========Bulletin Message==========
From: mcrmyxobeccaxo
Date: 08/20/2007 10:39 PM
Subject: more drama

Maybe. I don't know. too tired not feeling like myself to find out.

 

==========Bulletin Message==========
From: littlegaby
Date: 08/20/2007 10:32 PM
Subject: more drama

it maybe a fake i dunno

 

 

==========Bulletin Message==========
From: mcrmyxobeccaxo
Date: 08/20/2007 10:29 PM
Subject: more drama

WTF?!?!?!
Geeeeeeerrrrrraaaaaaarrrdddddddddd!!!!!!
*goes off to cry* fan-bloody-tastic
today sucked enough already, this is just the icing on the bloody cake.
*sigh*

 

==========Bulletin Message==========
From: littlegaby
Date: 08/20/2007 10:22 PM
Subject: more drama

Found on a livejournal.

Yes, I'm a friend of Eliza's and I know I'm going to be flamed for this, but it's time someone told the truth. Problem is, you people can't handle the truth.

He's using again. Why do you think he and Eliza broke up? It's not the first time he's slipped up, but this time Eliza wasn't there to help get him back on track. It started not long after he left the country this last time. Eliza knew. All the signs were there. The sunglasses, the erratic behavior, the sudden weight loss.

Don't believe me? Watch some interviews. Notice how twitchy he is. Count how many times he rubs his nose.

Eliza was frantic. She called and messaged him day and night, but he only got angry and accused her of trying to control him. Finally he stopped taking her calls and took off the ring.

All of you hated Eliza but the fact is she devoted nearly every waking moment to trying to help Gerard stay clean. She loved him. This other person that all of you are so thrilled about will only encourage his drug use.

All this Karma you people keep talking about? Keep watching. It's going to be a train wreck and you all have a front row seat.

okay guys, it's beautiful out there. The weather is so predictable. You can make plans without asking yourself, "what will the weather be like?" People are also super friendly there, and it's okay to go up to someone in public and ask them what page they're on in Harry Potter. The only people who do that in New York are crazy people. It's just so different. I want to go back!!!!

I’ve had writer’s block for quite some time now. I’ve finally found something to write about. It’s a subject that seems to burden every girl, and woman’s head including myself. It’s weight. These models that you see, are seriously ill. I don’t know how this ideal body came to be. Shouldn’t the ideal body be healthy? These models are scary, and very unattractive.Have you seen these girls? they go by the names of Kiki, and Dakota Rose. I know you have. They’ve been all over buzznet lately. Honestly, I'm sick of seeing these pictures. I've seen enough of them. We all get it. It's a couple of anorexic models who don't do a damn good thing for our society! They wear WAY too much makeup because under their makeup, they are hideous.Well, they’re not the only ones. Ana Carolina Reston, a Brazilian model died at the age of 21, due to anorexia. Kiera Knightley has also dropped dangerous amounts of pounds. Do I even need to mention Nicole Richie?

This is not what we need. As people, we have to put a stop to this. We need models who know who they are, and who are comfortable in their own skin. Be who you are. We need more models AND role models like this: The lovely Miss Jennifer Hudson, Mrs. Alicia Simmons (Way), Beyonce Knowles, Mo'nique, Nikki Blonsky(Tracy Turnblad in Hairspray the Movie)people who look like people. You don’t have to be rail thin to be beautiful. Beauty comes from within, and if you have enough of it, It shines through to the outside! So, are those dangerously thin models and actresses, ugly on the inside as well? It’s now up to you, to change the criteria for “beautiful people”. You could be what we’re waiting for.

Ya know, I've been thinking which I almost never do. I was thinking about my show ending and who I met. Well, I met this total bitch, and she really pisses me off. Just because she's been in about 21 shows, and I've only been in like, 12 she thinks that she's better, she has the right to tell me what to do and if she tells a story, she brags on how "it's the funniest thing, like, ever!" To make a long story short, everything is "the funniest thing ever." she really pisses me off. Well, it's all over now. Anyway about the thinking thing. I've written a bunch of songs lately. About a dozen. When I look at the words, they are very dark and angry. These songs have just been spilling out. I don't even think when I write these songs anymore. I'm not sure why I have all of these dark songs when I really am a happy person. I think it might be that Writing these songs are a way of releasing anger so I never have any negative things to focus on and keep bottled up inside, waiting for the dumbest thing to dump everything on. I've been trying to write some more stories, but all I get are these depressing songs. I'm in a rut. I just hope the door doesn't close before I get out of this dark closet.

well, today was fun. I woke up at about two in the afternoon, ate breakfast, fought with my dad, went back to sleep. Got up, had dinner, watched this pornish movie on FX(really weird, but the guy who played the lead was really hot in a nerdy looking way. Then I went to go work out. Then, I had a piece of PIE! it made me really happy. well, that's all.

Today, I didn't do ANYTHING accept for party planning for my grandparents' 50th anniversery party on June 23rd. I didn't have rehersal, I skipped my singing lesson, band practice, and basically everything else. I got to cook all day. Just my mom and me! It was so nice I was on the computer and just hanging out!

Okay, right now I am sooo stressed. I have my school finals, in the fickin' heat no less! singing/opera lessons, acting lessons, rehersal for Seussical, and a whole bunch of huge family parties. My parents keep telling me I'm lazy inbetween all of this! I am not! just because I don't want to go to one of my lessons, I'm considered lazy. I'll have you know just yesterday, I had a three hour choreography/singing/dancing rehersal for Seussical, band practice for an hour, my cousin's birthday party where we played whiffle ball for an hour, kickiball for two hours, racing for half an hour, then I had to feed, change bathe, and play with my little cousins. That took another two hours. Does that sound lazy to you? I did even more that day, but I can't think of it off of the top of my head. during all of this, my mom and step-dad were on the couch drinking wine, eating, and watching the baseball game on t.v. Thay said they deserved a break from their week. Give me a break! my mom works in an air-conditioned office doing adding, subtracting, and balancing checkbooks. All of the employees get a massage twice a week. My step-dad owns a contracting company and doesn't pick up a finger! he just watches over them. He says and I quote "I'm the boss. I can come in when I want, and do whatever I want." They seem more lazy! not me. But I can't take them telling me what I don't do anymore! I need some sort of help. I'm either going to admit my self to a mental hospital, kill myslef, or start kickboxing. I'm really not kidding. I'm so tired right now, I'm going to pass out!

Hey hey

you you

I don't like your face

no way no way

I think you need a new one!

hey hey

you you

I could be your face!

 

that's the only part i've got so far! funny right! now it's going to be stuck in your head forever!

 

                                                            

                                                               If You Listened

 

If you listened, once in a while,

If you listened, turn up the dial

If you listened, hold on to your soul

 

If you listened, you might lose mind!

 

Take a look into the mirror

What do you see?

Look into the mirror

You see me

 

Well don’t make us suffer

And block the sun

She lives, she dies

Enjoy the party, and have fun

 

Sing along to the songs you know

Keep it clean, keep it clean

 

HEY HEEEEEEEEEY

ohhh, oh, oh, oh

 

Stop racing time,

 Five minutes will never fit into two

So stop lying

You did this to you!

 

Take a look into the mirror

What do you see?

Look into the mirror

You see me

 

Take a look into the mirror

What do you see?

Look into the mirror

You see me

 

                                               Look into the mirror and you’ll see me

 Her mind was spinning. She couldn't take the noise. blood was streaming down her back. That's how it ended. but the beginning is still a mystery. or, was a mystery.

 

                                                                   1907

 

 Her name was Tiffany. she was young, happy, and beautiful. she lived as a dancer. one day, a young man came into the club. she was not the most well known dancer, but by far the most beautiful. she grew up poor, and homeless. begging for money. her parents had abandoned her was she was just four. she knew that this young man, did not mean harm, by the lost loving look in his eyes. his name was George. he came to this town, to start a new life. for he too, had suffered as a child. he was beaten and scared. his father told him stories, that made his skinny bones shiver. the child was timid and hardly complained. he always carried on. he spent most of his time, writing and singing. when he was only 13, he ran away from home to start over, and persue his dream. he was unaware, that he had made a terrible mistake, that night he walked into the club. he was about to fall in love.

It was about 11:30 p.m. Tiffany, as usual looked thin and pale. there was a certain essance about her that was like a hidden beauty. her world was so vibrant and beautiful, she looked like a porclin doll. George ordered a drink, and before he knew it, he was sitting next to this lovely girl, who supposedly worked in this crazy place. " You don't look like you belong, you stand out in such a way that..." "Well look who's talking? you look lost as well. I know the types of people who should be here, and you're not one of them. where are you from?" "I'm from France." well, she spoke back the second he finshed his answer "so you've come to the western United States, to get drunk? well, you could've done that in France." that did it. they talked the rest of the night. then it was her turn to be suprised. when she woke up, she was still on the stage. and George was right there next to her. as she got up, to go get ready for that day's work, she smiled.

okay, so I've been writing this song for a while now! it was hard on me. I guess the laguage i use is hard to understand, but i guess the meaning is open for interpritation.

 

                                                         Another Crying Eye

 

One more time, could be the end of the line

One more crying eye

Being lost, is all I’ve got

Wandering the streets

I am me, and that’s all I can be

 

But that doesn’t mean

 

                                                                    Chorus

 

I’m not ready to grow up

Fly away

I’ve never seen the light of day

Well who am I to say there’s no such thing as magic

But it’s better off that way

 

 

Do you ever, feel

As if everything goes right

But it all seems wrong

Well that’s just the way I am

 So don’t try to tell me, I don’t know

You said it yourself, I am alone

 

I’m fine

I’ll get better

I’m not alright!

 

                                                                      Chorus

 

I’m not ready to grow up

Fly away

I’ve never seen the light of day

Well who am I to say there’s no such thing as magic

But it’s better off that way

 

If you say, sorry’s the answer

Well you’re wrong

I am strong

 

Fly away

Fly away

La da da da, da da

Fly away

 

                                                                       Chorus

 

I’m not ready to grow up

Fly away

I’ve never seen the light of day

Well who am I to say there’s no such thing as magic

But it’s better off that way

 

Darling, is it better now?

You’re just another crying eye

 

Fly away!

 

Listen closely, listen well. The voice in my head has a story to tell. Twists and turns, and the lessons I learn, are just as crazy as they seem. But where is the line crossed? And at what time is your mind lost. Molly Anne, is her name. Everyday life's just the same. She sees horror in her eyes, petrified, her time flies. As thin as she is, she is not invisible, and her thoughts can still find her. her imagination is not right and not wrong. She knew she was special all along. She has no friends, and she doesn't look quite right. Her hair is long, dark, and brittle, and her eyes are wide with fright. She doesn't speak. Too scared to say, she does as she's told, and lives out her days. She lives alone, as a orphan in a corner. Just writes and thinks as a dark loner. No one even knows she's there. She thinks living is too terrible to bear. But where can she go, when she can't see the light, and will she ever make it through? well, she might. We can't expect much of our little living ghost, stories of death, maybe at the most. She lives and dies as most people do, but her stories live on, and they will come and get you.

No one had believed him. On hid deathbed he lays, crying "I don't want to be saved" and wondering how it became this way. All alone, a quiet thought of a heart so black that death had been bought. And as he frowns for his last moments of life, he hears a howl in the night. It's his own memories, dancing in his head. The ghosts and demons take flight, bringing what's left of his soul with them. He waves goodbye, and believes what he's told. "They've come to get you" his mother scolds. "You've done this to yourself, spliting your mind in two, listen to them ,and leave the light. You will be buried by tomorrow night." And like all sad stories , you can't tell who's a friend, or whta's the beginning, and what's the end.