MORE MORE BAD IMAGE QUALITY ZOMG SKETCHBOOK PHOTOGRAPH INDOOR LIGHTING UG UG

--with soda_and_capes

SORRY, DUDES, SORRY FOR THE PHOTO QUALITY, YOU CAN'T SCAN CRAYON OR IT REFLECTS, IT'S MADE OF WAX, AND TAKING PHOTOS OF ART INDOORS ISN'T TOO BRILLIANT EITHER. SORRY, SORRY.

Seriously. All I can see.

JUMPIN OUT THE WINDOW
MOVIN ON, CRUISIN ON



WHICH WAY WILL THE WIND BLOW?
CAN'T BE WRONG
SO SAY SO LONG

( I'MA PICK U UP )

Hello hello hello I am never on here! SO. I got a new computer recently because mine experienced terrible death, and my dad sent me a hard drive with all my stuff on it (yay!), but also with all his music, in case I was suddenly converted fully into the Cult Of Girly Acoustic Whineypants (see below).

But he also had Folkin' Around, from me, and it's kind of clear from his folder name that he did not, like, INSTANTLY latch on and become a giant PatD fan.



BUT STILL. NEW FAVORITE BAND NAME, Y/Y?

Meanwhile, YULETART SIGNUPS!

And also I finished writing a BOOK, now I am on draft FOUR, it is full of fluffy wuffy musics and issues and THOSE BOYS ON MY FRIENDS ONLY BANNER and also a THREESOME and I LOVE IT SO. Also, I will always be poor, forever, and only my gchat friends will ever be my fans. O_o

THINGS I FIND WHILE CLEANING MY PARENTS' HOUSE.






I brought you my bullets?

Okay, here we go. Once again, these were drawn for bloodygoodgirl's Bandom Big Bang fic, "From Wilde, With Love." And you should follow the link, and check it out. :3


Gerard Packs.


Brian and Mikey in the park.


Mikey, Gerard, and Frank in the market.


Incidents of Bob, Gerard and Brian.


Bonus Captain Bob.

ETA OOPS FORGOT HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER PETE & PATRICK

ONCE AGAIN THE INTERNET that I can has is pretty sad, so for today I just link with a hurrah! Because the BBB fic I drew for, bloodygoodgirl's "From Wilde, With Love," is finally posted!

Here is her masterpost. It is a cute fic! That has things like CAPTAIN BOB and ARRANGED MARRIAGE MIKEY and PARROTS YOU SHOULD NOT BUY and HONOR.

And here for the attention whoring is the cut to teh artz I made. About which she was VERY VERY VERY NICE. <3 <3 <3

MORE LATER LIBRARY CLOSING.

Posting with this icon only because it is DEEPLY ANNOYING to finally have a power cord that works...and then learn that posting access on livejournal is BLOCKED by my library's wireless. So I still have to creep into the back office and use my mother's, yes, it's highly embarrassing, very slow unfiltered computer to post. Her computer which only has a version of IE that I haven't seen in years and years, and which far predates such awesome things as tabs.

Anway that was my anger. Here, until the story I drew for goes up, is all the fanart I have to offer. I thought of it months ago and then her name was BANDIT, for heaven's sake. Anyway, anyway. Scribble:

Okay, so MONTHS AND MONTHS AND MONTHS ago, reflectedeve got/made me an amazing present based on The Gay Starfish comics, which are already the BEST THING EVER, but which are more and more awesome when they get fan-arted by reflectedeve and glued to another awesome thing.

THE AVENGING NARWHAL PLAY SET!



( Now modded for double-awesome. )

...I haven't posted on this LJ in a MONTH? That is absurd. Let's make a list of things that are great.

1) GOING TO SEE STAR TREK A SECOND TIME, BUT THIS TIME IN IMAX. I...I am trying not to be a shipper. I am...I am not trying very hard.

2) GRADUATING FROM COLLEGE NEXT WEEK, Y/N? Undecided, aiming for "awesome."

3) CLIMBING TREES. I did. Now my legs smart. There should be protective gear for tree-climbing, but it would be less hardcore.

4) I have finally acquired DAMAGED, which is the record that contains TV PARTY, the greatest of all really great Black Flag songs. We'll pass out on the couch--ALL RIGHT!

5) Knowing that somehow in the next few hours I need to come up with something, ANYTHING, for BBB illustrations. I have ideas! I do, I do! I have really terrible sketches, o yes! I have thoughts as to how they might improve! But they require nibs, and nibs? Are 800 miles or too many dollars away. Curse!

IF ONLY I had my stupid independent study done. How is it not done?!

Elliot (drums) is wearing a black variation on the ubiquitous flying pig shirt in Hey Monday's new video for How You Love Me Now.

I really want this shirt that everyone has.

Okay, so I am not a fanfic writer. This is probably obvious from the fact that I never post fanfic. I do not post fanfic because I do not write it. But, today I am a liar, because today I did write it. I wrote it instead of a paper and I gave it to my professor. Yes I did.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Title: Catches
Fandom: The Glass Bead Game, Herman Hesse
Rating: PG
Warnings: possible Jo/Plin
Summary: Life of Plinio, in case he hasn’t heard it.
Disclaimer: I am not Hermann Hesse, but this is not written for sale or profit and so shouldn’t be used to sue me. (It’s also really not worth the bother.)


( Because he had heart, and the book didn't. )

mikeyway: Ray toro is from the future!

Who wants to write that please?

(Also I love that he changed his twitter so he is mikeyway all the time now. <3)

michaeljamesway I'm of the school of thought that Aquafina tastes better than Dasani, but the package isn't as pretty. You can learn alot from water

ztnewetepB @michaeljamesway the texture of fiji is different than almost any water i learned that when super depressed. fake mikey way hit me up again.

michaeljamesway @ztnewetep haha! AND you get that sweet vacation scene printed on the bottle. I have to put an end to fake-me's reign of terror! im seething

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

The girl in Hey Monday's Homecoming video is wearing a purple shirt/no plaid pig variation of the same flying pig shirt that Sing It Loud's enthusiastic sweaty guitarist wore at the 10/08/08 Sassyback Tour show, and Jeff the Tiny Guitarist from Cute Is What We Aim For wore when they played at Smith on 10/03.

What is this pig? Really, I want to know.

As an aside, the Homecoming video kind of sucks, but Cassadee has really strangely pretty eyes. They're the color viridian.

Sorry, this is going to be the kind of recap that is crude and full of words like "fag" and "fucking." There's no escaping it. Hell if I'm going to put an LJ warning on it, though.

Yesterday I went to the Worcester MSI show that was more of a pain in the ass than any concert I've ever been to. Serious pain in the ass, and I ended up going with S & X, two totally different people than I'd originally planned to. They were awesome concert buddies, so I am not sad at all that I went with them. FOR THE SAKE OF MY LOVES, however, MY fuschia AND MY inkjunket who could not come along, I SHALL RECAP THIS EXPERIENCE.

Because S & X are not the crazy types that, um...everyone else I've ever gone to shows with are, we were in a non-rush, and didn't get on line until about 15 minutes before doors. In retrospect and tanktops that was probably a good thing.

BTDubs, the Palladium is way bigger than I expected. What a fuckton of black/tulle/neon-haired 15-year-olds. Wow. They were adorable but it was the kind of crowd I was afraid to touch as I could be arrested. (Especially that kid in the pit who eventually lost his shirt. I could breathe or I could be pressed all up against this, like, tenth grader. Ummm breathing is overrated.)

Also I think the cow-kid from New Haven was there.

Some cow-kid was.

So we were pretty late, but we still got nice visible spots along the side barrier. From there we determined that we had no idea who the fuck the opening bands were. Also they'd helpfully ripped off that part of the ticket at the door.

Since then, the Palladium's website has informed me that they were VELVET CODE followed by HOLLOWBOY. So now I can tell you: VELVET CODE was like...well, the past. They definitely belonged in the timeplace of 70s-80s pop/rock. X decribed them as Depeche Mode meets Billy Idol. No one liked them, but we are pretty sure that was because the average audience member had the musical knowledge depth of Bella from Twilight. (Whom I assume to have no depth of any kind, in anything.)

VELVET CODE also had what X called "the faggiest drummer of all time." She also called him "fierce," and those two things together describe him pretty well. I admit, I spent their whole set imagining him being fucked by another man.

HOLLOWBOY had a promising name, with regards to "potential future sex" (something has to dehollow the HOLLOWBOY!) and a horrible, mohawked vocalist whose notes had nothing to do with the notes his kickass keyboardist was playing. Their drummer was negligible. Their guitarist had an inverted version of Frank Iero's flippy Helena-era hair. His bleach blondness & vest and scrawny self were acceptable to us; X & I quickly invented sign language that meant "HOLLOWBOY FAGULOUS GUITARIST PLUS VELVET CODE FAGGIEST DRUMMER EVER EQUALS ASS SEX ON A TOURBUS." I was pleased that we agreed, and also that I had something to think about while the pretentious mohawk wailed off-key.

Then I drifted away, leaving the pit-uninitiated S & the kind or possibly unwilling to die X on the wall, and proceeded to only see Jimmy for about 10 minutes total during the whole show. That was fine, as our last show was at a much better venue for OMG JIMMY CLOSENESS. The point is, I am sorry to tell you but I can tell you very very little about MSI. They were awesome? Jimmy was better vocally than last time I saw him live. Kitty was ridiculously hot. Steve was...Steve. In that awesome Steve way. The pit was pretty crazy (not a fuschia pit) and awesome and sooooo what I needed. Standing shoved up against strangers' sweaty anatomy without being able to breathe properly, jumping up and down and hitting people for an hour or two? Sweet. Perfect for post-midterms.

Weirdly enough, I only count four tiny type bruises: two arm, one hip-bone, one shoulder. The worst bruise on me is from where I kinda failed at getting onto my roommate's bed the other day.

The awesome part of the evening came when we tried to come back to school, missed our turn-off, and found a SOBRIETY CHECKPOINT.

We saw the lights in the distance, and entered upon a spectacle that got more and more bizarre. There were state troopers, Shrewsbury police, a GIANT CHECKPOINT BUS approximately the size of a jet plane, or my dormitory, and, I kid you not, NO exaggeration, the total of their forces came to at least two dozen. Two dozen dudes, standing around in yellow coats doing NOTHING. We couldn't figure out why they weren't out fighting ACTUAL CRIME.

We figured we'd be fine, but they could get us back to the highway we meant to be on. We didn't count on the facts: (1) We had out-of-state plates. (2) We were college girls out after dark. (3) Between us we looked like a Sad Goth, a Disaffected Nerd and a Popular Girl. Odds were good that at least one of us was miserable enough to turn to the Grim Substances. (4) These guys were pissed off that they were all stuck doing nothing in the middle of road in the cold cold night.

Now, not only had none of us done drugs--none of us had even had a drink at the venue. We didn't even smell particularly like any of the pot-smokers or boozers who'd been at the show. No, no. They stopped us, S opened the door, and THE SMELL OF SKUNK CAME IN.

Which they decided meant we'd been smoking pot.

So they pulled us over and shone lights at us, and poor S, who was tired and nervous and had been standing in cowboy boots for four hours, was subjected to about five million tests (we were in the car for about fifteen minutes, maybe, waiting). Later we found out that the dude was TOTALLY CONVINCED that she was lying, because she "exhibited all the signs of drug use." In other words, she couldn't stand on one foot and count to thirty without losing balance, she estimated 30 seconds and it was actually 45, and HER EYES THEY DID NOT DILATE CORRECTLY.

Eventually they pulled X and me out of the car and searched it for awhile (Oh wow! A bottled Starbucks beverage and a food basket I accidentally stole from the school cafe on our way out! ...Also a book called "Women Who Kill" which maybe helped them let us go sooner.) while this guy gave us directions repeatedly and asked us what punk rock we liked from before we were born. I think he was trying to figure out if I was being an asshole or a pretentious asshole when I said the kids in the crowd didn't know anything about music. I'm not sure he understood how old we were, though, or what bands we were talking about, because he was pretty confident that the Clash, the Sex Pistols, Black Flag and the Misfits were all from "right before we were born."

Eventually stymied by the TOTAL LACK OF POT AND POT SMELL, the crazy man had to give up and let us go. We left that mysterious place fully celebrating the irony, and also glad that none of us had been arrested for not getting stoned at a Mindless Self Indulgence concert.

This week's chapter of The Neverending Story Naruto made me make my first Naruto icons in months and months and months. It's kind of two icons of one person, but that only matters because the one person is so hilariously serious about his murderous, megalomaniacal evil.





PAIN: PAIN'S PAIN IS MORE PAINFUL THAN YOUR PAIN.

Also Nabari no Ou because Miharu and Yoite are unbelievably squee.



I AM SORRY TO REVEAL MY MANGA NERDNESS SO NAKEDLY. I PROMISE BANDOM DESTROYED MOST OF IT.

I think the code for this meme has been improved since the lsat time I tried it.

Haiku2 for guinsky
it gives me tummy butterflies i have a sudden craving for popcorn
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Cuuuuute!

Other awesome choices:

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he writhed on the floor in close view and i still didn't understand
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Creepy Haiku!

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ring the internet eta however it also hurts in the weirdest
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Intarwebz haiku!

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you understand i buy socks and then try and shop for skirts to match them
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reflectedeve haiku!

Wheeeeen I click on pictures in the MCR blog (such as the mysterious and yet awesome Transforming Armoured Dog To Cereal picture) and it tells me I can choose clicking or hitting ESC as my exit strategy, I always hit escape, because I get so excited that there's still something you can use that key for.