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I can't even

I was in health class learning about the foreskin on male naughty parts when all of a sudden:
BAM.
My Chemical Romance is done. Sometimes the realization just hits me when I'm least epecting it; pops out of nowhere and gives me a not-so-nice surprise. But today was different then all the other times that I remembered the simple fact that my favorite band is over.
Today, I remembered that a lot of shit has happened to the rock world these past few years. I mean, first, Mitch Lucker died, and even if none of us REALLY listened to Suicide Silence, that rocked the whole world.
Then, on March 22,

I can't even

I was in health class learning about the foreskin on male naughty parts when all of a sudden:
BAM.
My Chemical Romance is done. Sometimes the realization just hits me when I'm least epecting it; pops out of nowhere and gives me a not-so-nice surprise. But today was different then all the other times that I remembered the simple fact that my favorite band is over.
Today, I remembered that a lot of shit has happened to the rock world these past few years. I mean, first, Mitch Lucker died, and even if none of us REALLY listened to Suicide Silence, that rocked the whole world.
Then, on March 22,

Exams

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.

Me: Happy Taco/ Passive November/ Jocelyn

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

Homecoming week; how thick can someone be?

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

Can I just be in a Musical

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

Can I just be in a Musical

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

Months and months and months

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,

Fan-fics

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

MCR IS DYING

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.

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