I was screwing around with an anagram generator and got the bright idea to put "Steven Morrissey" in. Some of the anagrams that came out were humorous:

never toss misery

Steven is so merry (Oh! The irony!)

stony verse miser

try some sin verse

isn't my verse sore?

I snort every mess

every stress I'm on

messy, overt siren

Then just plain "Morrissey" gets you:

semi-sorry

And Isaac Brock comically anagrams into: arabic sock

I was LOLing.

also, Ryan Kattner anagrams to "Karen Tyrant," which I think would be an awesome stage name

    I hate that whenever I read for an extended period of time it makes me want to write. Sadly, I have nothing to write about. Becca is entering the Bamboozle set-list contest, and if she were picked it would be absolutely AMAZING. She actually put Morrissey on the list. LOL (See last paragraph of previous entry T.T)

    That would be fucking amazing though. She's got Ludo, Modest Mouse, Man Man, Da Moz, Lily Allen, MCR, MSI, MSG (lulz), I wanna know why all these bands/singers/preservatives begin with L or M. Someone should look into that. Oh, Radiohead fail. You broke the chain. And Weezer. NINETIES BAND FAIL. MOTIF - YOU'RE DOIN' IT WRONG.

    Like I said to Becca earlier, I'd be like a kid in a laughing gas factory; that is if I don't fall over and have to go to the ER first.
If she wins that thing, I'm gonna wear a Smiths shirt to be mildly perturbing and/or adoring fan-like to Morrissey and/or Johnny Marr even though they're my fucking idols, and to win brownie points with Gerard. =D XD

     Cause I would. Just like I'd bring a coffee mug for him to sign.

    On a different note: An Abundance of Katherines (don't worry I'm not gonna spoil anything...) was really good. It was kinda like one of those typical teenage novels, but told by the perspective of the nerd. This is 100% likely because it was written by John Green.
Colin Singleton, you're my hero.

   

    I've created a monster. Something that may tear a hole in the time-space continuum and cause the universe to implode. I've created the most epic fanfiction in the world; something that could only come bounding out of the mind of a madman (i.e. me). XD

    We take the classics (Gerard Way/Frank Iero; Moz/Marr) and fuck with them (Gerard/Moz; Frank/Johnny) then, we make it a little more epic (fucking time-travel sci-fi epic journey shit). Then we throw in Dr Who for transportation and shits and giggles. Then we DOMINATE THE UNIVERSE.

And it all starts with coffee.

    I've got to post the first couple of paragraphs so I can continue writing on my laptop later. This project is not one of those things you can just abandon. XDD

    Well, today sucked. I went to Dom, Rob and Kristen's beach house with Becca and Jim and I fainted twice on the beach. Then we spent the whole second time we were there looking for a bathroom. It was scary when I fainted. Apparently Jim and Becca thought I was kidding around. I don't really remember what happened, I just sort of woke up on the beach. I remember hearing Jim say "Are you okay?" Then  I said "Am I okay?" I got up again and the next thing I knew I was down again, but apparently I went down face first. It was actually really scary. I haven't fainted like that since I stopped eating, which was a very scary experience cause it happened to me in the shower.

    You know what really fucking pisses me off though? This society's lack of respect for the English language. The omnipresent lack of basic grammar and sentence structure really makes one look like an idiot. Not to say that every person in America should pick up a dictionary and start speaking with the eloquence of Shakespeare writing a formal essay, but I'd like to see grammar make a comeback. Even punctuation has fallen by the wayside in these dark times. I know people who don't use any punctuation when they write, even if it isn't in an AIM conversation. Everything this person writes just looks like a run-on string of words that makes no sense to the intelligent mind.

    I also recently decided on what I want to use as a senior quote someday; I'd like to use lyrics from I Know It's Over by The Smiths. ...Don't worry, I wouldn't use the depressing parts of the song. I want to use "It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate; it takes strength to be gentle and kind." And if that doesn't work (*cough* The conjunction at the beginning of that sentence totally doesn't make me a hypocrite *cough*) I can just use "Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head." XDD. Can you imagine? As if I don't get enough shit for listening to stuff like The Smiths and My Chemical Romance already, if I were to use lyrics from I Know It's Over, I'd never be able to show my face in this town again. (Exhibit A: "Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head. Exhibit B: See, the sea wants to take me; the knife wants to slit me. Do you think you can help me?) I just got to the part of Barbarism Begins At Home where the guitar and singing stop and Johnny gets to do a funny dance with Morrissey.

    I talk about The Smiths too much. At least it's better than being obsessed with a band that's... not good. I fucking love Johnny Marr, though. He's like my idol of the day. Or month (*cough* sentence fragment *cough*). Oh god, Miserable Lie is on... epicular falsetto.

    Ugh, I'm just generally discontent. At least I get to go see Man Man in October. I'm really, really, really excited. <33

I got a fishie today. <3
lol.

    Jim and I went to Friendly's, and while we were there we stopped into Radioshack, where I almost got a webcam, which, in hindsight, I should've gotten. Then we went to the pet store where I got a fish instead. While we were there I saw these absolutely adorable kittens, and I wanted one so badly. I've always wanted a cat, actually. I vowed that sometime in the near future I was going to get a cat and name it Mozz, or Mozzer, which I think is the perfect cat name/homage to Morrissey. XD. He did say that if he were an animal he would be a cat. I was thinking about getting two fish and naming them Mozz and  Marr, but I thought Mozz would make a better cat name, so now I'm torn between Frank and Johnny where fish names are concerned. Or maybe I'll just name it Bob, after Heroin Bob. And Bob  Bryar, of course.

    Yeah, I know. I'm a total loser.

    And yes, I'm also aware that I'm an obsessive freak.

    I also saw SLC Punk! recently. BEST MOVIE EVER. It made me laugh, cry, and cringe, all in the same movie! My favorite is definitely Heroin Bob, although I liked Stevo equally, and I also liked Mike. And Sean made me laugh, just cause he was Sean and 100+ hits of acid dissolved through his pant leg, which made for hilarious antics. Jim told me that Stevo made fun of the Smiths, and I was quite upset about that, but really all he does is mention them in passing when he's talking about how the UK isn't really all that great (which it definitely is, Stevo). I think my new favorite scene in any movie was the Wyoming package store scene, lol. But you know what? I hated Brandy. I fucking hated her. Stevo definitely should've gotten with someone cooler than Brandy. She was just this like, random girl he met at a party. And then there was that FUCKING BITCH that gave Bob the Percodan! Nice going, you fuck!

    Here is why I love Heroin Bob. I'll list it out for you:

       1. He's intelligent. He actually knows what he's talking about instead of just shouting "anarchy in the UK!"
       2. He hates drugs. He won't even take like, aspirin. Even though he smokes... which is alright with me, really.
       3. He has a fucking awesome mohawk.
       4. He's deathly afraid of needles, and loathes doctors. A kindred soul.
       5. He's kinda hot. XD
       6. According to Acid-Pants Sean, he's Jesus.

    Why he had to die, I'll never know. RIP Heroin Bob.