I know, this has been my first blog in a really long time, so I'll start by updating everyone on my life. First of, Jackie, my bitchy friend (feel free to review my other blogs if you don't understand any of what I am talking about) is in the hospital. I'm not going to say why, for the risk of one of my classmates reading this, but it was for something really bad. She hasn't been in school for months and will probably be homeschooled until she's 16 and can take her GEDs.
Second off, I am now in this program called International Studies. It is a group of classes that consists of advanced English, advanced social studies, advanced art, and Japanese. It's a really awesome program and part of the reason why I never post anything anymore, sometimes the homework is unbearable.
Third, I can tell you that I no longer like Kevin. He was suspended from school a couple of months ago and it really made me realize how many problems he has that I don't need if we were to date. Great, now I sound like overly attached girlfriend. Anyways, he was never really nice to me anyways, always playing games with me. Does he like me? Doesn't he like me? I don't need that shit. Now, I have moved on. I like this guy I sit behind in English. His name is Jason. He's smart, funny, cute, nice, and he's multi-talented (he plays bass, trombone, and maybe a couple of other instruments)
That brings me to my next subject. One of my new friends, Bella, told me that he might like some girl in International with us named Eliza. So, last night, I had a dream that a group of the International Studies kids were hanging out, most of which had boyfriends/ girlfriends while I was standing there being all socially awkward. So, Jason was with us, and Eliza came running up to us, yelling his name, and when she got to us she immediately ran into Jason's arm and he held her tightly, protecting her. This is going to sound creepy and obsessive, but seeing him holding her, even though it was a dream, really hurt. It hurt bad. It hurt so much, that I woke up in a very bitter and sad mood. I just hope it doesn't become reality.
And, on an even more negative note, this is probably my last blog. I haven't really been blogging and when I do, its just my problems. My biggest fear is becoming a problem person. I have been friends with problem people. It's not fun. I really haven't been listening to MCR lately, so I feel bad that I don't blog about them. I know I am probably going to get hate comments for this, but frankly, I am rather disappointed in their new album. Bullets and Three Cheers had so much more emotion, Black Parade had half of that emotion, and Danger Days has a very small fraction of that emotion, Conventional Weapons has absolutely none of that emotion. Furthermore, it has Black Parade songs with Danger Days sounds. I feel like they ruined a lot of great songs that they preformed live in the studio. "The World is Ugly" was such a great song, but they changed it for the worse in the studio.
I understand that most of you feel the opposite, but maybe some of you feel the same. Either way, I understand that you will express your opinions in the comments like I am expressing my opinion now. Please try to understand that I really tried to listen to their new album, I bought all of the releases except for the last one, I just don't like it. Maybe, hopefully, their next album will be better, with the intensity of Bullets and Three Cheers.
In conclusion, I am regretfully ending my blog on a sour note. My tumblr username is whimsicaljordan if anyone is still interested in my problems. I have been neglecting my account on that website but I am hoping to get it up and running again. I will probably close down the blog I have now and start a new one. I will probably post more of my art, too. But, I feel like my three- year dedication to MCR is coming to an end and as I stated before, it is not fair for you guys to put up with my problems on a band-based blog when I don't talk about the band.
Goodbye,
Jordan
(Bulletproof Hornet)
