whoops.
So, who totally missed the VGAs, Neil Patrick Harris, My Chemical Romance, and all? In favor of watching UFC 124? Because, in the excitement over UFC, you completely forgot there was anything else on?
/guiltily raises hand
My life is a cycle of me continuously realizing how nerdy I am, interrupted by brief flashes of how much of a jock I am/was/will become again once my neurosurgeon clears me for hardcore workouts. You know what my plan for Tuesday is? My plan for Tuesday is to pick a direction and run until I feel like I am going to die, then pause and run back home to see what kind of distance I'm getting. Because three miles in twenty five minutes is not nearly enough. This is my idea of fun. Friday I was convinced I had the flu. What?
Here is Gerard standing all sassily in a wheat field or some shit to atone for my, I don't know, wild excitement over watching dudes punch other dudes in the face or break each other's arms:
I wanted to share some of the ridiculous FIRETRUCK READ MOHAWK action, but those pictures are apparently elsewhere/on another laptop. Apparently he is back to invading Frank's space on stage and shit. This bodes well. I have tickets for May. I am going to say this in each entry I mention them in. MOTHERFUCKING TICKETS I AM SO READY OHMYGOD. Boyfriend wants to go cosplaying Grant Morrison. I will probably be dressed as a killjoy.
In closing, a quote from some fan's tumblr:
"Also, Gerard hitting on guys is not a sign of him being intoxicated, unless you assume he was drunk for every single performance of Prison ever."
Oh, Gerard.
I have two pictures that prove the MyChem/Batman connection, but I am...saving them? Yes.
/guiltily raises hand
My life is a cycle of me continuously realizing how nerdy I am, interrupted by brief flashes of how much of a jock I am/was/will become again once my neurosurgeon clears me for hardcore workouts. You know what my plan for Tuesday is? My plan for Tuesday is to pick a direction and run until I feel like I am going to die, then pause and run back home to see what kind of distance I'm getting. Because three miles in twenty five minutes is not nearly enough. This is my idea of fun. Friday I was convinced I had the flu. What?
Here is Gerard standing all sassily in a wheat field or some shit to atone for my, I don't know, wild excitement over watching dudes punch other dudes in the face or break each other's arms:
I wanted to share some of the ridiculous FIRETRUCK READ MOHAWK action, but those pictures are apparently elsewhere/on another laptop. Apparently he is back to invading Frank's space on stage and shit. This bodes well. I have tickets for May. I am going to say this in each entry I mention them in. MOTHERFUCKING TICKETS I AM SO READY OHMYGOD. Boyfriend wants to go cosplaying Grant Morrison. I will probably be dressed as a killjoy.
In closing, a quote from some fan's tumblr:
"Also, Gerard hitting on guys is not a sign of him being intoxicated, unless you assume he was drunk for every single performance of Prison ever."
Oh, Gerard.
I have two pictures that prove the MyChem/Batman connection, but I am...saving them? Yes.