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Thank You For The Venom ~My Chemical Romance |
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Life is so bittersweet right now. So, so bittersweet. Bush lost... Australia here I come! Except not really. I was going to go to Australia anyways. But not this year. Next year. I never really saw Kerry leading the world. I only saw visions of Bush driving it more into it's own grave.
Dear America, You let me down with your ignorance.
Or maybe it's just stupidity.
So I guess the next four years will be nothing but The War on Terrorism The War in Iraq And the up and coming War on Drugs
How come we're just starting more and more wars When we aren't even halfway finished with the previous ones?
And these next four years also means No gay marriages No gay unions Possibly a ban of gay marriages A ban on abortion (it's not about the fetus, it's about WHO and WHAT can tell us what we can do with our bodies!) More religion being incorporated into our government More women and liberal politicans losing government positions
Dear America, Thank you for letting me down again.
One more bitter thing I have to say... Only Bush could take such a patriotic and strong country post-September 11 And turn it into this halved country today. Do you sense it? Brother is fighting brother. Sister against sister. Mother against Father. Etc etc etc. It's almost like we're in the midst of a civil war.
Countries around the world are stunned. What the fuck? No, seriously. WHAT THE FUCK?!
Anyways, yesterday was the biggest bittersweet day of my life. I cried of frustration when I heard Bush won. And then Colleen and I almost cried again when I realized the My Chemical Romance and SOTY show was sold out. But no, a guy named Jake 'hooked us up' Yeah, if you consider him hooking us up by making us pay almost twice as much for the tickets. Oh well. We saw my husband Gerard and My Chemical Romance and that's all that matters. And we sang and danced during 'our' song.
And Story of the Year blew me away. I never knew they were that hard! I always thought of them as pop-punk. I guess I was wrong. Their energy was amazing. Backflips, ninjakicks, spinkicks, birthday cake (it was Ben's birthday), and all... Story of the Year kicked my ass.
Post-show was one of a kind as well. A girl gave me a Clash sticker so I helped her pass out candy, stickers, buttons, etc. The hot security guard loved me. And it was amazingly fun. I saw my baby Steve Sievers. The boy will never change. And Dave (33 West) stole my candy and left. Woot.
So now, One fucking douche of a leader for another four years, One hundred dollars in debt, Grounded for a month (for going to the show), One MCR and SOTY show experienced, One nice ass MCR hoodie, Ramadan (for me) over, LATER... I'm stuck at this fork in the road.
Should I be happy or should I be sad?
FUCK IT, MAN! I'm happy as can ever be. :o) <3 Sarah
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