I finally had the nerve to post a comment on

r_g_word

The evil Mrs. Clark STOLE my Jump Drive! 

Get this...

IT HAD MY ENTIRE GRAPHIC NOVEL ON IT..

And.. more importantly...

THE PICTURES OF RAY AND FRANK I HAD FROM MY CONCERT WHEN I MET THEM THROUGH A FENCE!! !! NOOOOO!!! 


the worst part...

I lost my camera and the stripe I painted on my face to look like Gerard won't come off!! 
AAH!

Besides meeting Frank and Ray, life has been boooorrring,...

At school...

First Block: Draws in Agenda/Planner thingy. Gets yelled at. Writes note. Sammy (EVIL) sees. Draws again. 

Second Block: THE EVIL MRS. CLARK WHO'S ROOM IS A POLAR ICE CAP... steals my $20 sketchbook,, which I just bought, and drew the prototypes for my comic in, and RIPS IT OUT saying I have anger issues. 

First Encore: Gym. Has to run the 1 1/2 mile in shorts, with unshaved legs, and didn't beat my personal best, because I was wearing Converse, so I now have After School Detention 

Second Encore: Orchestra. Has to play the VIOLA which is not my original instrument, and gets harrased by evil people..

Fourth Block: Ms. Collins Class. Ms. Collins is the pimpin' shit, and so I totally drew in that class! I drew r_g_word, and a bunch of realistic sketches of MCR. From the sketchbook that Mrs. Clark attacked with the comic she disembowled... grrrr..

Fifth Block: Math. Ug. Algebra... And Geometry. My two least favorite subjects. 

Had bad leftover flu which didn't help at all.. 

So yeah, don't even ask...

Since everyone else is posting something about the tragedy at Virginia Tech on Monday, I thought I might as well also. Here is my story.

Well,

Me and about 20 other people were at a Technology Student Association (TSA) State conference, in Greensboro, NC. My friends Brittany, Emily, Rebecca, and my good buddy Cheyenne, were playing a rousing game of Truth or Dare. I am now going to write it as it happened.

"Hey Brittany!" I yelled over the other side of the suite in the Sheraton Hotel we were staying at.
"What, Toro?" My friend replied, stuffing her face with popcorn and using my nickname.
"Truth or Dare?" I asked.
"Truth, Nah."
"Would you rather make out with George Bush or Michael Jackson?"
"George Bush."
"Damn you."
"You didn't say George W. Bush, then I'd say Michael Jackson."
"Pedophile."

"Hey dudes?!" Emily shouted accross the room, Rebecca at her side.
"What?!"
"We're going to go get some sodas and then go to the gift shop and piss off clerks!"
"Okay, Be back soon!" Brittany replied.
"Word!" I screamed.

RING!! The phone in the room rang. I ran to answer it. 

"Hello, you have reached the Hall of Chemical Romance, who are you and what do you want?"
"Guess what?"
"Umm... What?"
"GERARD WAY!!!"
"CHEYENNE!!! I totally knew it was you!"
"Word, Gee. Um, whatcha doin'?"
"We're playing truth or dare. But everyone left except Brittany."
"I could play truth or dare over the phone, and Brittany can call and tell me if you really did the dares!"
"Hells yes!"
"Okay, Gee, truth or dare?"
"Dare!!"
"I dare you to turn your channel to some random station and make out with what ever is on the tv."
"Word!"

I walked over to the television to channel 12, and found myself making out with an ambulance.

"Oh. My. God." Brittany gasped. What was on the screen was horrifying.

33 people at Virginia Tech had perished in a school shooting. Stunned, we all watched in awed silence. A tear sprung in my right eye.

Quickly, I grabbed the reciever and dialed Cheyenne's room #.  She answered on the third ring.

"Hell-o?"
"It's Gee! Turn to channel 12 now!"
"Um. Okay."
"Look."
"Holy shit."
"I...the only thing I could think of is..." I trailed off.
"Columbine." She finished. We mourned silently and then hung up.

Sullenly, I looked to the painting above my hotel bed.

Ironically, It was a picture of the Columbine flower.

Today, we are all Hokies.

Mournfully,

Toro, Gee, Coffee, Pansy, or whatever nickname you want. 

and Cheyenne, Brittany, Rebecca, Emily, and Patrick Morrison, aka Morrisey.

Did some font work today. Created font. It was bad. Word. Well, I am going to upload some pics of my white board in my room, because it looks totally pimpin'. I'll take pics, before it gets erased. ;P My sister erases it all the time, So I drew a pimpin comic, if a sorta MiniMCRish thing, off of my own comics, that are totally, well, rad. So, I'm just warning you. 

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Things I did for Gee's birthday:

1. Made a cupcake with candle and ate it in Gee's honor.
2. Listened to Seven hours of My Chemical Romance
3. Watched 'Life on the Murder Scene' TWICE.
4. Made four awesome comics about Gee.
5. Sang "Happy Birthday" four times.
6. Posted Happy Birthday stuff on:
 a.) MySpace
 b.) INO.net & Mibba
 c.) LJ
7.Tought my 3 yr. old and 6 yr. old cousins to say "Happy Birthday Gerard!!" And then recruited them as mini cadets in the MCRmy.
8. Converted a friend to MCR from rap.
9. Made a Gerard Sim on the Sims 2. 
10. Wrote "Happy Birthday Gee!" on my shoes.
11. Wrote Gee 4 Birthday cards. (Only sent one)

Yeah, I'm cool like that.

Happy 30th Birthday Gerard!!

(BTW, 30 is not old people!)

Hello my dearies, 

I am sitting here wasting away at the awful life that is mine,

Okay, here's the real journal entry:

Yay for Way.

I sat in a corner yesterday, and realized that the archenemy of mine is evil. She stole one of my friends, *NOT TAYLOR* Well, let's just call her, erm, Savanna. 

Well, Katie Irish, {EVIL!!!!} stole Savanna's love of her life. There I said it. 

Now I feel empty.

No one should be cheated out of love. 

Kaitlyn.

I think I can, like, connect with the Demolition Lovers. I love the Demolition Lovers, the boy I have named James Fatale, and the Girl I have named Emily Fatale. They just look like a James and an Emily. I have actually drawn a dozen pictures IN SOCIAL STUDIES XD of said Demolition Lovers. I have EVEN made little skits with them, and Taylor often preforms our others, but these are private, and confidential, so I don't know why I am posting this on LJ. Anyway... I have an update on my beautiful James and Emily, as they live in my twisted head. So, I present the Demolition Lovers as A skit, part un...

James: Emily, Shant we go somewhere, perhaps, far away, and such?
Emily: Why ever so?
James: I don't quite know, but I do know that that wretched old beau of yours is trying to hurt you, and I shant stand for it! 
Emily: Shant that be true, we cannot just leave, I mean, We have people! My Friends, yours, my parents, your parents! It would ruin our lives, perhaps, and oh! What about the bats, dearest, who is going to be there for my bats! As long as we can take a bat, the cyanide, your gun, and some money, I shall be fine, but I need to have my bat Francis. As who will rid me of my unuseable blood! I mean, we ARE already dead.
James: We are dead, and dead we shall stay, my dear. We of course had to die tragically young, so why not stay, to, perhaps, watch the weather play, or snow on the desert sky? I shall be with you until the end, but dear, we shall have to leave. I do not wanting that idiot possibly hurting you.
Emily: *tears* Why do you notice me! Why do you care! I am nothing, James! Nothing! I have died many times! And I shall Die once more, Death and I are already good friends! My bats, and you, know that, but does anyone notice? NO! But does anyone care! NO! NO! NO! 
James: I CARE EMILY!! I CARE!
Emily: *tears streaming down face* WHY, JAMES?!?! 
James: *now crying* Because I damn well love you!! 
Emily: *studders* r-really?
James: Yes! Okay! The truth comes out!! Happy now! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!! I had to explain that!! You DON'T CARE!
Emily: I do care!! Because I love you. *pulls out gun*
James: Really? *pulls out poison*
Emily: *whispers* yes. *shoots James* Till death do us part for the final time.
James: *pours cyanide* But we are already dead. We are IMMORTAL now
Emily: Exactly 
James: Emily, you do know that immortality never means never dying.
Emily: Yes, but we're already dead. 

*End of scene One*

Yay For Way!!! (anyway....)

Hi all of you! Today, I will demonstrate the damaging effects of Skittles:
Before Skittles:

Kaitlyn: What exactly is Death? I mean, how does it come to us? I think that global warming is all a ploy for Al Gore to make money. We ALL know that! The man takes an environmental issue that has been around since the beginning of time, and twists it up into a political issue and blames it on Bush. How naiive. I think revenge is a good concept. It should be administered more carefully. Cyanide also gives it self away, by the red blotches on the skin left on it, anyway back to the concept of death. Hold on..Let me get some skittles....
During Skittles:

Kaitlyn: What color skittles are your favorites, I mean, I personally like the red ones. I mean, who doesn't like red? It's the color of blood? You only like green, Saz, because you saw the hot guy at the 4D ticket booth eating a green M&M. IT ISN'T EVEN A SKITTLE! AHH! I mean REALLY! How BOY CRAZY CAN YOU GET!!! Ooops... That was my last skittle! NOOOO!OOO!O!!

After Skittles:
Kaitlyn: OMFG!! Easy Peasy Pumpkin Peasy! ! WOoaH! Frankie's Skittles Headfirsts for Halos! I like Pie!! OMFG One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven-Eight!! Teeheeheheheh! I Loopy! OMFG! !HELENA!! YAY! LETS DANCE TO HELENA!!!!!!! I wanna be Tracy!! Can You Hear Me! !! Arrrrrrre youuuuu nnnneeeeeeeeeeear meeeeeeee!  WAAAAA!! Now I wanna listen to Teenagers. Wooo!! *Gets toy gun and starts shooting self* ARRRGGHH! 

I am soo sorry you had to see that. If you, or someone you know, is on Skittles, please call this hotline:
1800-THIS-IS-FAKE That's 1800-THIS-IS-FAKE.
Thank you, This is a serious issue, that needs to be taken into consideration.

I am serious. SERIOUS. 

Today, my friends and I went to the zoo. My friend April (who I've nicknamed Saz) and I went to see the Vampire bats. (That's ALL I wanted to see were those damn bats!) So I did, and they were feeding them blood. Here is EXACTLY how it happened. Ask Saz.

Zoo Employee: These are actually docile creatures, and..
Me: It'd be funny if they ate her.
Bats: *swarm and attack employee*
Me: Hello My Minons. (joking) Please, leave her alone.
Bats: *flutter to top of exhibit*
Me: Hmmm That was weird
Bats: *four are staring at me. The rest are hiding*
Me: Hello my Bat family! Why did you attack her? does she scare you?
Bats: *One of four hides behind his wings. Others look at the bat*
Me: Yes? Er...
Bat: *flutters down, looks at me through glass. Others hide, embarrassed, perhaps*
Me: I shall name you Gerard. 
Bat: *Smiles. I know, WTF. Fangs are quite long.* (This is strange.... I am scared)
Me: You like that? 
Bat: *Flutters wings* 
Saz: C'Mon Kaitlyn! We gotta go!
Me: Bye, my relatives. I shall see you again. 
Bat: *Joins the rest. Watches me*

WOAH I KNOW THAT IS CREEPY!! VERY VERY CREEPY!! ALL HONESTY I SWEAR!! 

xoxo
Kaitlyn

I am not a master of HTML :( 

Anyway, 
My name is Kaitlyn, and basically this is the journal of the stupid and somewhat ordinary things that I do. My Friend Taylor is usually with me on said stupid things. I sometimes post little skits along the outline of this:
THIS DID NOT REALLY HAPPEN. IT IS JUST AN EXAMPLE

Taylor: Gee, where's the remote?
Kaitlyn: Mr. Nezbitt stole it. 
Taylor: Who's That?
Kaitlyn: My frog.
Taylor: Really?
Kaitlyn: No.
Taylor: Then who is it?
Kaitlyn: Your mom. 

OR sometimes I post journals like this (EXAMPLES)

Today was a normal day. nothing happened. i like pie.
xoxoxo
Kaitlyn.

OR I will (very rarely) post a drawing. My drawings aren't bad, just rare. And special to me. OR perhaps I will just post something funny. Ah well,

XOXOXOX
Me