So I have a long list of things I REALLY dislike, and on that list is kids who don't listen to any real metal, use the term "screamo", and listen to Suicide Silence thinking they're heavy for listening to them. Don't get me wrong, I love Suicide Silence, I just tend to hate almost everyone else who loves them.

Fun Fact: From the time I was about 8 until the time I was 12, Panic! At the Disco was pretty much all I listened to. That changed.

Anti-Mother Tour headliners/fourth band I ever saw live. Their new album is epic because it has a jellyfish on the album cover, and because it's so amazingly good.

Third band Jonathan ever saw live. Kids went crazy.

So. Freaking. Good. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I'm so stoked for tomorrow. Black Friday is one of my favorite days of the year.

Second band I ever saw live. These dudes get down.

First band I ever saw live. So good.

I want to hardcore dance. And break some faces, too. Blame this song.

I'm watching Little Miss Sunshine. For the win.

I had quite the time in Chicago today. I "got my hurr did" at a hardcore salon.

Scrumptious!

Windbreaker represent.

Fatality.

Like, oh my God.

Matthew Tully?

In Journalism, we read three articles by Indianapolis Star writer Matthew Tully. They all tied to Manual High School, possible one of the worst high schools in the state of Indiana. I found Tully's writing enjoyable and satisfying. The stories weren't boring. The writer made shocking statistics ever more shocking, without depicting Manual as a place of death and decay. He made it human and as I could connect to it. The writing was detailed and evoking, nevermind the fact that the stories themselves were gripping. Tully is obviously an intellectual. But I doubt he's the stuck-up type. I doubt this because I can see the writer reflected in his writing. And his devotion to helping Brent Jones proves that Tully has not only a brain, but also a heart. Jones' story is intersting enough. Tully's writing makes it all the more amazing and inspiring. It's as if his articles are alive. And a live story is so much better than a dead one.
Kudos to you, Mr. Tully.

R.I.P. /cryface. They broke up forever ago, but they were so good!

"M" is for metal. My favorite part is when they make it rain at the end of the video.

I <3 ESTK.

So legit, on so many levels.

Mmm, I'm sleepy. Nap time!

So as I was going for this bad boy . . .

This came up.

^This used to be my JAM.

We watched Toy Story 3 in Journalism today. This is the second time I’ve seen it. I cried the first time. Not joking.
Reason I cried: THE TOYS MIGHT NEVER SEE ANDY AGAIN! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!
Sadface.
I grew up on Toy Story. Along with lots of other television shows and movies aimed at the 4-year-old demographic.
Which is why Toy Story 3 is such an amazing movie.
I’m 14 now, and the last movie I cried watching was Toy Story 3 when it came out in theatres. I feel like such a loser. But it’s not my fault that this movie is so, epic.
It takes me back to 4 years old. It takes a lot of people back. It forces you to relive Toy Story and Toy Story 2. All the ties between Toy Story 3 to the first two movies can only be understood by people who saw the first two movies when they were fresh, years ago. And, being of the group who get Toy Story 3 and all the clever links to the earlier movies that make you cheer, I feel a certain amount of contempt to today’s toddlers. The same contempt one might feel for someone who takes their identity from them. It’s weird, I know. But little boys and girls who saw Toy Story 3, they can’t understand and laugh and love the same way as teens and grown-ups who saw the movies years ago. Of course those little boys and girls of today probably have watched Toy Story and Toy Story 2 on DVD, but it still isn’t the same. (I watched them on VHS.)
But I digress.
It’s all the moments that you remember and feel from your young, young youth when watching Toy Story 3 that make the movie perfect.

Okay, so, Cradle of Filth = really creepy. I am aware of this. But they are extremely talented musicians. The main riff in this song is so freaking simple, yet amazing. I can play this song on guitar and piano. Oh, and they're British.

I love the keys on their new album.

I'm so doing this at my wedding.

We're playing a show in Steger tonight. So stoked!

P-p-p-postitive message!

I just found this song. I love it.

This makes me want to grow my hair long enough to do hairocopters.

I Need Stars.

My fall break was quite perfect.
Thursday: I slept until about 1 in the afternoon. When I woke up, my friend Liam was asking if I wanted to hang out with him and some of our other friends. Sure. We went to Family Video to rent a movie, but there was nothing good. So then we went to Subway on Route 30. It was freezing outside. Already, the story of this day is boring me. But I digress. We ate Subway. Then we went to Starbuck's because I needed wifi so I could check my facebook messages to see if Ally had sent me anything. I'm creepy obessesed like that. After that, I walked home. Thursday was boring. Oh! But I talked to that one girl who's my friend on the phone for about 5 hours while I watched a movie about a zombie dog holding a woman with a mustache and her ghoulish son hostage in a sedan on a farm.That made me happy.
Friday: I don't remember what time I woke up. But I remember Ally's gift came in the mail along with some stuff that I bought myself. I love getting stuff in the mail. Later that day I hung out with my friends again. We went to Family Video, again. Then we rented the Exorcism of Emily Rose. I love that movie! That was pretty much all of Friday night. And I talked to that girl, again. Which, was really the best part of my day.
Saturday: Lots. I got up, and got out. I had to buy a single white v-neck and a ton of glow in the dark stars. I got the v-neck. But I didn't get the stars. I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find them. I was so upset. They were supposed to be a surprise for Ally's birthday. Oh well, we promised each other we have to get them eventually. Soon. At 5 pm I went to the practice house to load up all of the band equipment. We played a show that night at a party in Dyer. I never realized how much gear we have. We got to the party house at 6. We started setting up immediately and we finished at about 6:30. We played at 7. My costume, as it was a costume party, was basically everything I'd usually wear (grey Converse hi-tops, skinny pinstriped pants), with a fake-bloody white v-neck. So creative. The show went well. Except for the part where Austin's patchcord broke (the cord that hooks the guitar up to the amp) and I had to give him mine because, while Austin can only play guitar, I can play guitar and keyboard. Which, I was doing both already anyways.
Then I just played keyboard on our last three songs. Everything sounded good and I think it went great. After we finished playing, we went to partying. I had an amazing time that night.
Sunday: Austin and David stayed the night. Halloween. Ally's birthday! I bought her a Pierce the Veil shirt and a pair of Pierce the Veil shorts. She loved them, for the win. We spent most of the day trick-or-treating. The rest we spent in the basement. Semi colon followed by a capital "d".
I love my fall break!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_rE0RzrFY8 Autotune for the win!