revenge angel's blog

I find myself the most awake when I get the least sleep. I'm not kidding! I was up until about 2 last night reading The Fault in Our Stars (which is amazing so far) and I haven't had any coffee this morning, yet I'm not tired at all.

I've come to the conclusion that I either get too little or too much sleep, but probably too little. I can barely drag myself out of bed in the morning, then I fall dead asleep on the bus. I even fell asleep during school today. GAHH.

Also, if Conventional Weapons Four is really sold out on vinyl I'll cry. I haven't even gotten Three in the mail yet. :..(

Tonight marks the anniversary of this message. I sent it to my supposed best friend around 11:30 on December 17, 2011. No matter how much I pleaded with her, she just wouldn't answer my messages. She had begun to completely and utterly ignore me. First, she would throw around song ideas for our band without me. Then she wouldn't sit or stand near me. Ever.

This slideshow tells the story of the worst friendship I have ever gotten into. I thought a girl was my best friend, but her true colors hit me hard. She abandoned me and refused to talk to me about it. Once I stepped back, though, I saw that it was for the best. I thought this girl had been just like me, but she was no where near that. I didn't want to be like her anymore. She had never been concerned with how I felt and didn't support my dreams. In the end, I'm glad to put her behind me.

I made this video for a "healing assignment" in English, but I think it really did help me.

... not that you have any.

So my mother asked if I had seen [insert girl's name here] at my band concert last night.

So I said "Yeah, I was sitting with [her], [person], [person], [person], [person], and [person].

Her: "All upperclassmen?"

Me: "... yeah..."

Her: "Are you sure they wanted you there?"

Me: ".........." *shuffles away* (mumbles) "... I dunno..."

Really? Was that necessary? Almost all of my friends are 8th graders or not in band or don't go to my school. Ever stop to think that maybe these people actually talk to me, unlike most of the freshmen in the band? Thanks mom. Thanks.

-Wolf Venom

Killjoys will never REALLY go away, but I look back quite nostalgically on when the Dangerverse began. This was my first era as a fan and My Chem helped me through a lot of tough shit (still do). So, seeing as I just started going to my fancy literature-centered school, I'd like this era to go out with a bang. I'm going to write one last Killjoy fan fic, just for the hell of it. If anyone has requests or suggestions for this story, I might be able to throw them in.

Give 'Em Hell,
Wolf Venom

I haven't been on for a few weeks to to the exhaustion of band camp. Don't get me wrong, I love marching band! I just have to sleep for like 12 hours afterwards during band camp. Anyway, today was an amazing! In mid morning we had a march off, and the winner's section gets to come in later tomorrow (the last day of band camp). Then, waddaya know? I'm in the last two. With the lead snare. Anyone in marching band knows that the lead snare always has to be an amazing marcher because, well, they're the lead snare. In the directors words, "the lead snare, and the dark horse freshman". So the director was having us go really fast, so fast that we actually both messed up at the same time. So he had us go again, and he tried to trick us by saying "right slide... march" and incase you don't know, you're not supposed to switch directions until the person giving commands says "march". When the command came to stop, I did so and stood there, unsure of who won, or if anyone won yet.

Im so excited for this week ^_^. Tomorrow is marching band and I'm also going to (finally) see the Dark Knight Rises. Then the day after my friends and I are having a 24 hour party where we're going to watch all of the LOTR and Star Wars movies! Then on Friday I'm going to see Rent, go to Midtown comics, and look for the latest Kerrang!

Happy birthday Crushed Dreams/Satellite Bullet (http://www.mychemicalromance.com/users/satellite-bullet)! I can't believe I almost missed it! Stupid memory -_-#. Well anyway, I wrote this last night:

It feels like so long ago when we first met, and in a way it has. We have been thrust into the world and forced to grow up too fast, clinging onto some of our immature ways. Slowly, we have come to adapt to the way we fit in the world right now and be proud of who we are. Our heart strings are plucked carelessly by so many, and finally we've found our way to change that into a sweet melody. The scars may have disappeared, but the memories are still there.

So happy birthday. You will always be Satellite Bullet to me, so go give 'em hell.

Never give in,
Wolf Venom

Last year, I went totally insane over My Chemical Romance Day. This year, I was a bit more calm. I couldn't find my 10 year anniversary shirt, so I wore my David Bowie shirt instead. I went to my Grandmother's house with my mother and watched a bit of Rebirth of Mothra II and the Colorado shooting trial. Then, I went to the library and spotted one of my friend's fliers for a Lego workshop. My favorite part though, was going to the comic book store. I got Silk Spectre 2 and Ozymadias 1. They were also filming their reality TV series while I was there, so that was pretty cool. At home, I caught up on the My Little Pony I've missed and started beading a Brony necklace. Hope you guys had a great day, too.

Never give in,
Rainbow Dash

Thanks to all my readers :)
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Bob's pov

I stared at my reflection in the smudged mirror. Same face, same hair, same shiny lip ring. But my eyes, oh my eyes. They would never be the same. All of the emotion inside me was bursting through in the dull color. My knuckled turned white as I gripped the granite counter tighter. 

Finally pulling away, I turned on the shower so the water would warm up. I undressed as steam began to engulf the room. I turned to get into the shower but gasped and fell back against the wall. I started breathing faster in fear.

Blood rained from the showerhead. It streaked down the glass, leaving different shades of shocking red in its trail. What was even more disturbing, though, was that the streaks began to defy gravity and travel up the glass door and over its lip. It webbed along the wall in what I realized were small words. 

Let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all