I’m trying to do the best thing that I can do in the time that I have, when I should be thinking about this very moment—just being in the moment. Enjoy where I am, these eggs taste good, have a nice conversation, and I’m satisfied now. But I’m always thinking about the end of me, and what I can do right now to make the most of my time.
Q:I think that you are possibly one of the most attractive human beings ever.
Why, THANK you. You are very kind and it genuinely makes me smile to hear that. See? I’m smiling!
No, really, thank you. <3
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Speaking of my Dead Mom, I don’t know if anyone would find it helpful or useful to read what I wrote during the whole awful experience, but that is one of the reasons I haven’t deleted my livejournal. Current mood: bloggin’ about brain cancer. Current music: GRIEF
And then I wrote about it for The Toast, but that’s mostly about High School Musical.
ARE YOU EMO?
Source: Seventeen Magazine, c. 1999 - 2002
I had this magazine, I taped this to my wall, i lived this life.
Time for me to tag a personal story onto this goofy post. Dare I say an EMO story??
So, in late 2007-2008 I got super into Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance and Panic! at the Disco and all those kids. I bought some of their albums for my mom, too. She fell in love with My Chemical Romance. And one day she sent me this email.
"Got documentary on MCR. There is lots alike in the Almost Famous story and the My Chem real story.
Had that awful tooth pain and root cannel not long ago. Oooooooocccccchhhhh
MCR story told of cute guy’s pain & agony & trips to ER and passing out in first album. All his real physical pain is in the songs, so the producer said. Producer says “Sorry about what I’m going to do” Punched him in the face as hard as he could. Turns out all the pain was just a tooth ache. God, then that punch.
Will listen to the music with a new ear.
Hear of the debate of where emo music got started on the documentary. Wonder what in the hell is emo?
L. called at work. They are going to her nephew’s wedding this weekend. S. is very excited because she is getting an emo haircut. What? Oh! Emo…stands for emotion.
Looked at emo haircuts on the web.
Saw J. at lunch. Someone at the table heard about a big fight between the emo’s and some other name I can’t remember for a rock fan.
Lord. I have something new to learn every day.
Guess that’s enough. So are you an emo? Don’t think your hair would work well with one of those cuts. You’ve already had the color.
And looking at it, wow, I got that email literally six years ago today. I still have it saved in my work inbox (as she sent it to my work email), because while she sent me emails after that, that was the last one of hers I’d kept, since in October of that year she was diagnosed with brain cancer and she didn’t live to see February.
And that is sad! That is very sad and it will always make me sad and she is leading the black parade. But whenever I see the word “emo” I think of her asking “are you an emo?” and I smile.
You know, funny story: There’s this craft store called Michaels. Look, my sister knits, and she goes to Michaels. So my sister called me and she’s like, “Oh my god, I’m at Michaels, picking up yarn. You have a poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “What?” She’s like, “There’s a poster, there’s a Falcon poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “Holy s**t!” She’s like, “I’m gonna come and pick you up, and we’re gonna see your poster in this store.” So she picks me up and we go to Michaels.
We go in, and I see the poster and I’m like, “Oh, this is….” She’s like, “I know, I know.” I said, “I’m gonna sign these posters.” I was like, “That would be amazing, you buy a poster and it’s like, actually signed by the Falcon.” Like, it would blow my mind. So I go to the front, I buy a Sharpie, I run back to the back of the store. And she’s like, “I’m gonna take a picture of you signing it.”
I’m in this store and I’m signing all the posters. The manager comes out, he’s like, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I was like, “Oh man, I’m signing these posters so when people buy ‘em, they’re signed.” He’s like, “Well, people are not gonna buy ‘em if they’re signed.” And I was like, “No, no, no, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a problem.” And he goes, “Yeah, but it is gonna be a problem, you’re messin’ up my inventory.” And I’m like, “No, my man, trust me. I mean, I’m the Falcon, that’s me!” And he goes, “Yeah, right. You’re gonna buy those posters.” I said, “What?” He’s like, “You’re gonna buy all those posters or I’m gonna call the police.”
He rolls up all the posters and goes to the front of the store. And I had to buy like 60 Falcon posters that I signed in Michaels.