I'm sure you've seen the embed on your reading lists enough times: A WEEKEND AT PETE ROSE'S.

OH MY GOD WHAT ARE THEY ON AMPERSAND-HEARTS-SEMICOLON FOREVER. I'm sure this would be even more amazing if I hadn't had to google Pete Rose and Weekend at Bernie's like a popculturally challenged lame-o, by the way. They filmed a movie-based AU about ( Read more... )

I'm kind of ridiculously in like with Open Happiness. You win this round, Coca Cola Company. You win. ♥

Apropos of that, I want next week not to be so full of school so I can indulge in my great big sappy reignited love for Panic. This is how you know it's spring! I have seasonal affective Panic love, not even kidding.

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&PANIC;RYAN ROSS IS A SINGING MUMMY WITH KILLER SHADES! BRENDON IS THE FAILIEST VAMPIRE SINCE EDWARD CULLEN! SPENCER PLAYS THE TAMBOURINE WITH SOME FIERCE DEDICATION. I ADMIRE YOUR COMMITMENT TO SPARKLE MOTION, SPENCER SMITH! JON IS... JON. BUT RYAN, YOU GUYS. RYAN'S INTERPRETIVE DANCE MOMENT! BONUS POINTS FOR MAKING A GENUINELY GOOD SONG IN THAT ( Read more... )

I can't be trusted to remember anyone's birthday, ever, so why on earth I know today's Brendon's birthday is anyone's guess. But it is! Twenty-one! Congrats, bb, I hope you have a ridiculously awesome party so we can have more drunk pictures to laugh at. ♥ ( picspam celebrations )

THIS. It's not the best video but THE FLOWERS AND LIGHTS. ♥

*HANDS*

eta WEED ON THE MIC STANDS. Also MY HEART.

So, Panic's MTV video. It's an actual road movie and watching it is making me fidgety for a road trip in the worst way. It's not a huge secret that out of everything I claim to be my favorite, road movies really, really are. Theirs isn't pulling any punches! Ow, fuckers. Jon Walker saying "let's get out of this bitch town"! Extended version of the ( Read more... )

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Having a poster made of this page in this month's Rock Sound: awesome or awesome? There's light shining out of Ryan Ross's heart! Or inside his coat, which directs my mind to places I don't want to look at too closely. So let's focus on the heart. And butterflies, oh my god. Butterflies fly out of his soul or something. And the cartoon magpie on ( Read more... )

I'm questioning reality. Help me out?


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Roughly three hours after my previous entry (which was at seven a.m. and I was just about to go to bed then), the temp agency called and asked if I wanted a two-day gig of being a laundry slave for Satan. They maybe didn't phrase it like that. I spent two days loading and unloading ridiculously huge washing machines and folding overalls for ( Read more... )