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Today marks the start of the longest week of my life...
Well, not really, seeing as how I get out everyday this week at 11:20, and on thursday at 9:30, but what I mean is that it's that time again.
EXAMS. *cue dramatic music*
I just finished my English final, and as we speak my teacher is grading it with this wicked smile on her face . . . if I die from this I leave all my band merch in your capable hands.
Next period I have my algebra final which should be fairly easy considering I'm pretty fabulous at algebra, but my choir and gym exams tomorrow and thursday will be a whole nother story.
Yes, I sing, yes I play bass--but no, I cant memorize music theory and I have no idea what a stucatto is. (it's a birds eye, right?)

Religion: Christian Pentecostal
Grade: Freshman in the cage of high school
Sexual preference: Curious
Age: 15
random fact: I know the most random garbage about Gothic Horror, myths, legends, murderers, and musicals. I'm rather...unique? I love horror and muiscals more than I should.
favorite colors: Green & purple
Killjoy name: Happy Taco
dream: Author & bass player
favorite musicals: Les Miserables & wicked & 25 anual putnam county spelling bee
favorite author: Cassandra Clare
Internet friends: I have a lot of them. They're amazing.
Town: The middle of nowhere because My chem has never come close to my town. The closest has been 4 hours away.
favorite actors: Helena Bonham Carter, Johnny Depp, Samantha Barks (eponine in Les Mis)
t shows: American Horror story asylum, ghost whisperer, gravity falls & the big band theory
favorite season: winter
Current music playing: Green Day

Okay, so can I say something? I hate homecoming, and it's that wonderful week again in my shit-hole of a town.
(In case you don't know what homecoming is, it's like prom. Everyone gets dressed up and gets a date and twerks with each other on the dancefloor for two hours, unless you're me, then you probably stand by the food table the whole time, wishing your small group of equally socially awkward friends hadn't dragged you along.)
I never get asked by anyone to homecoming, male or female--even though if a girl asked me I might awkwardly sit there for a minute before responding.
I just had my first homecoming last fall, and I've decided; spring homecoming is probably no better.
Someone decided long ago that you would have this wonderful, life changing event twice a year--once in the fall to start school, and once in the spring to end school. Whoever came up with that idea deserves a hearty slap across the face from God.
I don't twerk.
I don't get asked to dance,

I love musicals. A lot. And today at church when everyone was giving money for offering (I sing in the band), I literally wanted nothing more than to start belting out "Defying Gravity" from Wicked.
That could have went real sour there for a second.
I asked them after we sang a song or two about my urge to sing, and what they would have done if I would have started just randomly singing what they would've done, and one of them was like, "SING ALONG?!"
I love church--the world doesn't even know.
And to make my day more adventurous my pastor and I started talking about Les Miserables from the pulpit...It was fantastic.
We talked about the high and low points in the plot and characterization and the songs and which ones were our favorites.
I'm sure the congregation started getting annoyed, but whatever. Jesus likes musicals, my pastor likes musicals, I want to be in a musical someday, and my dad HATES musicals, but he hates everything so that's normal.

I love musicals. A lot. And today at church when everyone was giving money for offering (I sing in the band), I literally wanted nothing more than to start belting out "Defying Gravity" from Wicked.
That could have went real sour there for a second.
I asked them after we sang a song or two about my urge to sing, and what they would have done if I would have started just randomly singing what they would've done, and one of them was like, "SING ALONG?!"
I love church--the world doesn't even know.
And to make my day more adventurous my pastor and I started talking about Les Miserables from the pulpit...It was fantastic.
We talked about the high and low points in the plot and characterization and the songs and which ones were our favorites.
I'm sure the congregation started getting annoyed, but whatever. Jesus likes musicals, my pastor likes musicals, I want to be in a musical someday, and my dad HATES musicals, but he hates everything so that's normal.

A lot has happened over the course of these past few months. The fandom exploded a few weeks back, as I'm sure most of you remember, and the kids at school called me insane because of my obsession with weird stuff (Gothic horror, fairy tales, fan fictions, music, insane asylums, etc) before throwing hamburgers at me last Thursday.
So i did what any self respecting american would to; I claimed to be sick yesterday so I didn't have to deal with them and their--whatever their nonsense is called.
Being a teenager is possibly the worst idea ever.
And then to make life that much more worth living, my dad was like, "Jocelyn, you need to get out of your imagination and get a life." Well if that wasn't reassuring that I was wanted in the world than I don't know what is, but my dad has always been a jerk, so it doesn't matter.
I just keep thinking that the MCR boys went through this shit too and made it out alive, so maybe with God smiling upon my life so will i.

Hey internet
Since I had a four day weekend, I spent most of that glorious time reading fanfictions....Frerard fanfictions....
I know the guys think the fan-fictions written by killjoys or mildly ridiculous, but I frikken love them.
Cant get enough.
What I'm trying to say is, I've sort of strayed away from my family (you guys), but since I spent most of my weekend listening to my babies and reading the masterpieces my killjoy brothers and sisters have written, I'm back and more in love with these four men from Jersey than I ever have been.
They're so strong, passionate, and just flat out amazing.
I can't wait for conventional weapons and MCR5. Life is good, killjoys, life is good.
XoXoXo,
Happy Taco <3

Alright brother and sister killjoys it's me again...
lately I've been hearing a lot of talk about how MCR is dying, about how none of them give a crap, and about how they want the old MCR back.
Let me just start by saying that i understand where your coming from completely. Despite the fact that I'm relatively new to the fan base, I've heard MCR my whole life. My older sister played Three Cheers so much that it's permanently ground into my memory. I've been around MCR for years, and I'm only fourteen so I understand how some of you guys can be like, "They used to be so much stronger back then."
But understand this folks, MCR is still as influential in our lives, and the lives of rock goers everywhere, and have been since 2001. Remember the Black Parade?? my favorite album, shockingly, made MCR not want to do this anymore. it showed them a side of themselves that they didn't want to see, and in result Danger days became there therapy.

Hi guys.
So, as you can probably tell from my username, I am killjoy number 1 million and something, Hapy Taco.
I discovered the masterpeice that is MCR earlier this year and love them dearly. oddly enough, they're like my children. I defend them against the fuck sticks of the world
But anyway...
I just started high school like last month, and I can say with a smile that there are more Killjoys here than there were at my middle school, but all of them are upper classmen.
It's pretty frikken ridiculous.
So Im here to fangirl with my brother and sister killjoys. It's here that I feel at home.
Love,
Happy Taco : ]