you're running after something, that you'll never kill

Everyone is “with the band” these days. Every show I go to, I can’t help but over hear all the fourteen year-old girls within a ten mile radius saying things like; “well, I’m best friends with the lead singer”, “yeah, Brendan Urie and I hooked up”, “um, Trace Cyrus is my boyfriend”. Well if that’s true then you need to get new friends, because if you were actually BFFS with Shaant Hacykian, he’d put you on the guest list, so you wouldn’t have to pay for a ticket and stand in the pit . “Well, I’m just in the pit because I thought it would be fun to watch the show from here” they may say. But it just so happens that right when the show gets out, William Beckett’s “little sister” is standing behind a barricade screaming and crying because ol’Billy Becks smiled in her direction on his way into the tour bus. Last time I checked siblings aren’t fangirls for each other. And unless the band member is Shawn Harris, they couldn’t possibly have THAT many friends.  I’m not going to deny the fact that it is pretty awesome to be able to meet and get to know the members of your favorite bands. However, Pete Wentz signing your ticket once, does not make him your husband.

What really annoys me about this phenomenon, is all the grown women who can’t stop talking about their wild sexcapades with “that guy” from Escape the Fate or “the cute one” from Say Anything. You know, the girls that hold up those signs that say “Gabe, I’m pregnant” and scream out their desires to blow every guy on stage during set changes. I’d rather hang out with 1000 hipsters at a Ratatat show than be around drunk 19 year olds who love letting everyone know they’ve sexually conquered every member of Motion City Soundtrack. If J.P.  high-fived you one time, great, but last time I checked that doesn’t mean you gave him a hand job.

 

Yours truly,

Jersey Sarah

P.S. I TOTALLY made out with that guy from the Higher. It was incredible. He hasn't called me back yet. But you know, I think he's just busy and stuff. They're playing warped tour, so he's prolly guest-listing me.

During a rock concert, do not attach yourself to your lover. It is really impractical and quite annoying.

If you are in the front twenty rows of a pit, you need to be moving, or you will fall, or make other people fall. If you are constantly stuck to another person, you will both cause major problems.

Especially if you are making out the entire time. Please, get a room. Do not go to a rock show and take up space, if you're going to spend the duration of the concert with your tongue down the throat of your boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband etc. WATCH THE SHOW! You paid for it didn't you?

Not only is PDA in the pit really distracting and revolting to those around you, it really bothers the people around you who are being pushed into you because there is no room for them to move with the crowd and they wind up getting crushed in between your love pile and the three hundred pound armor for sleep fan/amateur sumo-wrestler.

Sure, if you're at a Death Cab show and they start playing "I will follow you into the dark", you can have a little makey-outey, but if The Sounds are playing "Hope You're Happy Now", I guarantee you do NOT want to be loving it up to that song...IT'S A FAST-PACED, ENERGETIC, FUCK YOU, BREAK-UP SONG!


Yours truly,
jersey sarah

P.S. If you are like "shut up, you prolly don't have a boifr3nd!", you're right, I don't, I go to too many shows, and there would be no time for a sex life, and I wouldn't want to have to combine my sex life with rock shows. So there.

barricadedirt.blogspot.com

I'm going to work press for warped tour in Carson, CA on August 25th.

 

Assuming everything works out, Ill be interviewing some pretty sweet bands.

 

Just so you know

 

miniskirts are not PUNK ROCK.

don't be a warped whore.

WEAR SOME FUCKING CLOTHES.

freethescene.com because the music "scene" has become so obsessed with superficial things, it's no longer about the music etc. since world's most hated is about bands, designers, artists, etc. the name also means freeing that scene from the control of corporations and bringing it back to it's roots with the actual people behind the work.

www.myspace.com/standupforyourband

Jet With 114 Aboard Crashes in Cameroon
By EMMANUEL TUMANJONG
AP
YAOUNDE, Cameroon (May 5) - A Kenya Airways  jet with 114 people on board crashed early Saturday after sending out a distress signal over a remote rainforest  in southern Cameroon, officials said. Nearby villagers reported hearing a loud boom.

-bobdamnit-

I'm flying out to Maine today, and this is what I see. Oh well, I still am so excited. I'm flying out from LAX at 10:30 p.m, I'll get to Maine by 10:30 a.m. Red eye, ew. I get right off the plane and go straight to the Civic Center, then I'll wait in line for HOURS, then see the BEST CONCERT EVER. MUSE AND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!!!!

Then I fly back and have to go to school. 

This is the best 16th birthday present EVER.

so for my whole life i have been trying to find a good "nickname" or whatever...sarah is soooo boring.

i've been through so many

marley (wtf?)

sar

sarz

tk

tk chaos

tkizzle (thats awkward)

STeaK

stk

and JERSEY (this is the most rad one)

but then today a brilliant person called me Zoo Jersey, it may seem weird but I have a million CRAZY pets, exotic parrots, a bobcat, etc...and I am in love with New Jersey. and people have been calling me jersey for a long time.

so fuck yes...it's ZOO JERSEY.

(ok i know that it is soooo nerdy, but whatever it's still a little punk rock)

then say it! grow a pair and start standing up for yourself and what you believe in. stop being so concerned about what other people will think of you. because you need to get that stuff off your chest, and chances are, what you have to say is important and may (gasp) help someone, or something.

but make sure you don't get preachy...try to teach people, enlighten them...don't shove it down their throats (cough learned that the hard way cough)

seriously...if you are passionate about something then share it with others, teach them about it, TALK about it.

i'm sick of seeing stupid, ignorant, mother fuckers prance around like the own the world.

at the My Chemical Romance concert some dude was passing out flyers that said "you are all going to hell if...you are gay, if you sin...blah blah BULLSHIT!. And no one said ANYTHING...I swear...if I would have seen this guy I would have told him that HATE is not a family value, and that I LOVE SINNERS AND I LOVE FAGS EVEN MORE! I would have gotten into a debate with this asshole. And maybe...I would have opened his mind a little, or at the very least shown him that he does not have the power, the right, or anything, to do that kind of thing, and not expect to at least be challenged by someone.

--ahhh...breathe sarah...okay---

if you need to rant...then rant. if you need to vent...then vent. if you just need to talk to someone about something...or stand up for something...then STAND THE FUCK UP!

if you see someone hurting someone else, see someone doing something that pisses you off, being ignorant, being a jerk off, whatever, call them out on it.

if you meet someone who thinks it is funny to stick a hamster in a microwave...then TALK to them about it...ask them why they think it's funny, tell them what you know, explain your point of view, get into a debate with them...i don't care...just do something. Do it for the hamster.

(okay I know the above example is not a very good one...but I hope you get the point)

this may seem a little contradictory, but I assure you, it is not...

don't go around preaching...

to preach: to give earnest advice, as on religious or moral subjects...and to do this in an OBTRUSIVE or TEDIOUS way.

if you go around preaching to people, no one is going to listen to you. you need to be willing to listen to others as well. (i think we've all seen people preach to us about not using drugs or drinking alcohol...look at what good that does)

don't shove your opinions down other people's throats...but if you know what you are talking about and you are passionate about, whatever that is, then speak up. engage people. get into conversations.

i spend a lot of time talking to people about animal rights...and i've heard so many stories, so many different/ varied opinions. but...i have gotten through to a few people. i know for a fact that i've gotten some people to rescue animals...rather than buy them from breeders. I know I've gotten people to stop calling a certain band (cough MCR cough) emo, and have encouraged them to get to know something (someone) first, before you judge it (them). i know that that may be trivial...but it was important to me. I've talked to people about vegetarianism, not wearing fur, etc.  I've listened to what others have to say...and yes, I have had my mind opened to things that I was not aware of. But I've also given certain people something to think about and maybe opened a few minds.

trust me there are a few people who just need to STFU!...and at times I may be one of them. but I'm a passionate person, and when I see people spreading hate, or abusing animals, or just being ignorant...I try to give them my two cents and I try to make a difference. even if it's small. that's what activism is about.

also...stand up for YOURSELF. DO NOT let people PUSH you around or make you feel worthless. NO ONE is better than you.

you can't change the entire world, but you can change small things, or small parts of it.

 

 

 

TEACH, don't PREACH, stand up for what you believe in, and find something to believe in.

 

 

 

(I'm sorry this is so gramatically incorrect...I just am so pissed off at a certain person who inspired me to write this.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. okay. I'm all good now. I'm glad I got that off my chest

Basically if you can't handle the pit...get seat tickets. I know you want to be close to the band but if you can't hold your ground, you need to sit down. Your safety is your responsibility. Granted, when you're in the pit you should HELP people who need it. At the LA show, I pulled three girls up off the floor who had passed out. I can't even count how many people we helped the security guards get out of the pit. But a lot of the people that had to be pulled out were small kids/ teenagers, who should NOT have been in the pit. Don't yell at people for pushing...it's not an individual thing, it's a chain reaction, if one person pushes the ENTIRE pit moves. I'm really lucky that I was able to stay right at the barricade and not move too much. I did get really dehydrated, but I was taller than everyone so I was able to get air. It was scary though because by the time they played Helena everyone around me had stopped dancing and singing, there were only a few people still singing along and jumping around. (oh and about the boyfriend holding on to girlfriend thing...one couple almost killed a little girl just to stay together. luckily this big guy helped me squeeze in between them while he pulled the kid out...so annoying) Seriously, if you're in the pit...help people out. But, don't go in the pit if you already know you are the kind of person who is going to need help.

i need a professional camera, like yesterday. too bad i spent all my money at kinkos on mcr promo.

not word.

i decided that I am bored of taking pictures of my pets. i'm gonna try to do photography for my friends band. then i'll decide that i LOVE it...and I'll become a band photographer.

or maybe ill just buy a really expensive camera and never use it...

did i mention i have a 20 year old restored nikon hanging on my wall...i haven't used it in months.

it's film though, and i want digital.

smashing pumpkins. word.

My dad said that since I didn't get to meet them at the LA show...because he made me leave because I was about to pass out at the end of the show (and after meeting some of WMHC + JSAR), that he may buy plane tickets so we can fly out to one of the midwest shows.

I'm so upset because I had a meet and greet pass and all I wanted was to give Gerard his present, and thank the rest of the band for being rad, and for giving me the best night of my life, but my dad made me leave. I can't believe it, if I would have stayed for five more minutes I could have met them.

Let's hope I get those plane tickets. Then I have to find a way to get another meet and greet. I already did all that promo...maybe I can talk to one of the midwest FMRs.

I need all the luck I can get.

Seriously, I know it sounds cliche but I really don't fit in, and people always give me shit for everything I do, and thanks to MCR I feel like I don't have to take other people's bull shit, and I feel like I fit in, and I feel like it is okay to be who I am, no matter what other people think. I could go on and on about this kind of stuff...but I know it gets old. I just really think that MCR changed, if not saved my life.

If I met them I wouldn't be weird, I wouldn't turn into a raving fan girl, I'd just be myself, probably just say "hi, great show" and make some lame joke, and give G.Way his Christina Ricci magazine, and tell Bob that I really think he should run for president (you know if this whole band thing never works out).

WELL, lets hope this works out.

PS, I'd just like to say that the people I met at the MCR show are some of the coolest people I've ever met. We were just joking around and laughing, and sharing stories, and making fun of Gerard (in a loving way....bahahahhah I just wrote way...get it gerard WAY...ok I'll shut up), not once did I feel uncomfortable with them. I really felt like I fit in with them.

And two girls in particular who I had just met were willing to give me their meet and greet pass, just because they thought I deserved it.. More people in the world should be like that.

 

RA played...Ready to Fall,Prayer of the Refugee, Injection, and four other songs.

MCR played...all of the Black Parade, Give 'em Hell Kid, Cemetery Drive, Thank you for the Venom, Ghost of You, I'm not Okay, Helena

Last night was the best night of my life. I was the tallest person in the pit. I was right up front. I was getting pushed and all that shit but I held my ground and stayed in the pit for the whole concert. People were passing out...two chicks asked me to help get them out. I helped lift about 20 unconcious people out. I got hit in the face with Bob's drumstick. I was sweating profusely, seriously...I was soaking wet. The crowd got tired and stopped jumping and dancing once MCR started playing old material. But I kept going. Jumping and screaming like a crazy person.

G. Way kept looking over at me, since I was a lot taller than all the people around me, and I was singing every word to every song. He even sang to me a couple of times...looked me right in the eyes...and sang...and you bet your ass I sang with him.

I started sobbing half way through the show...I think it was when Mikey looked at me, and sort of smiled...in his Mikey Way. Not because I was a fangirl, not because I think they're hot, but because that music...it means so much to me. All the things that MCR stand for...are things that I can relate to. I don't fit in, unless I'm at an MCR show. Screaming my heart out to that music. By the time they played Helena...everyone around me had stopped moving. They were just standing there, trying to breathe.

I was in a lot of pain and I was so dehydrated. But I kept fucking singing and dancing. I saw a few other kids staying in it. They get it too I guess. It was this kind of "carpe diem" feeling...like seize this moment...this time to connect with and be a part of one of the most meaningful things in your life. Don't stop...it will be over too soon. Not to mention, you can't stop dancing when MCR is playing. Everytime Gerard Way sang a line of one of the songs while staring at me right in the eyes, it was as if he was daring me to keep going. It was like he was "proud" of me for staying in it.

MY best friend passed out and Brian Schechter had to save her. haha. it was great.

I don't understand why they keep trying to set Bob on fire.

Gerard Way is hilarious.

Frank Iero...i don't even know what to say.

Ray Toro is a genious. They all are...but especially Ray.

Bob Bryar is ridiculous. He was playing the drums while spinning and practically catching on fire.

I kept some confetti.

Oh and by the way...I love Rise Against.

and I met Jeffree Star.

I had a present for Gerard that I really wanted to give to him. I spent 300 dollars on promo for a chance to win a meet and greet. But some girls in the MCRMY who have already met the band 10 times got the meet and greets instead. I just wanted to say hi to MCR...and like thank them. I got lost in the JSTAR crowd and lost two of my friends who were either gonna give me their M&G or give G.Way my present.

Maybe one day I'll meet them and thank them for changing my life.

Highlights:

Bob and Ray played drums together at the end.
Gerard yelled at a kid for having a laser pointer.
Gerard asked if LA had the JUICE.
Ray put the fire out with his awesome hair.
Mikey Way and Brian Schechter had a "moment"
Gerard held the mic up to Frank's guitar...I'll leave it at that.
Gerard cried after Mama.
The hospital bed thing was not as dramatic as I though it would be...it was actually really cool.

To Enola, Amanda, Lauren, Jessie, Jassa, Devon, and Olivia...thank you for being awesome.

owns you. get used to it.

 

 

fangs up for life

 

"OMG...Charlie, your best friend just gave you a blow job. Are you gay?"

-"Nah, dude, it was just a bro job."

 

 

(misse = incredible, jstar can come too)

OH MY BOB: substitute for oh my GOD

FRANK! / FRANKING!: substitute for choice four letter word.

ANYRAY: since we crack up everytime anyone says "way" we use this instead

GEE: shorthand for GERARD, don't call him GEE in public though, he doesn't like it.

GERALD: use this term to make fun of fangirls who only like MCR because "OMGZZZZ G3rALd izz soooo HAWXT!!!"...his name is GERARD mmmk?

WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE: It's on mothertrucka!!!! / welcome to hell (the house of wolves) / welcome to the RMY / welcome to heaven / welcome to the other side of MCR

MCRMY: (pronounced em-sea-arm-ee) The army of MCR soldiers, most DEADicated group of people in the world. Artistic, talented, creative, intelligent, strong-willed, etc.

THE 'FRO: large incredible hair, with a life of its own belonging to a certain MR. TORO.

IERO: if I told you how to pronounce it, i'd have to kill you.

EASY PEASY PUMPKIN PEASY PUMPKIN PIE (motherFRANKER): kickball is really easy, unless your wasted and playing against professionals.

EMO: if you mention this word to an MCRMY member when describing the band, they will deem you as an insignificant and ignorant life form and probably ignore you.

BREAKFAST MONKEY: small flying monkey, who likes pancakes A LOT!

REVENGE: is sweet.

BULLETS: all we are.

TEENAGERS: scare the living shit out of GEE.

BOA: scarf of feathers to be thrown on stage.

BOB: pretty much God.

GEEsus: hallelujah, lock and load.  

 

please vote for my GYM CLASS HEROES contest entry, I love that band sooo much and I worked hard on it, and it would mean the world to me to win....please!!!

 

go to their page, and click on the contest...the entry is posted in my photo section if you're not sure which it is