Bleh, I had to read a book in a week, take an Algebra test, Science test, English test... Oh, and I failed my AR test on The Stranger. UGH. I really enjoyed that book, too. I also actually read it. Thing is, I was focused more on the ideas being presented rather than what the fuck "Perez" did after the narrator's mother's funeral. AR asks the most pointless questions. FFFFUUUUUUUUU.

Well, I figure that's enough bitchin' about school for one blog. My point is: I'm so happy that I have a break from school. Way to go and pile on the shit on the last week before break, you guys. Way. To. Go.

So, I think I will conclude that Tennis is my favorite class. I really cannot say I'm any good... at all. But, it's a lot of fun. And the people in my class make me laugh sooo much. You can imagine there's a lot of "ball" jokes in that class. I'm happy to know that I'm not the only perverted one at this school.

Man... Thanksgiving... Already. Damn. Where has 2009 gone? I barely know you.

So, I'm chilling here, listening to some David Bowie, and suffering from a headache. We're painting the inside of my house, and these fumes are going to drive me insane... if they don't kill me first. x_____x

_Camille.

It was really cool. I saw this one woman with the killer rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, a Link... OH, and Hope also spotted a guy who looks like Mr. Tumson from Narnia accompanied by a man that resembles Rocky Horror so much it's scary. Yes, there were some pretty interesting people there.

I'm really surprised at my photos I took. Some of them came out looking almost professional... and for the record, I'm not trying to gloat... xD But, yes, I'm quite pleased with my pictures. I took about 175 of them, and near all of them are fantastic. Consider myself impressed. I posted a few of them on my "Photography" page, if you're interested.

Well, there's a lot to say about it, and I can only say so much without falling asleep here... Meh, I'm practically dying of sleepiness... not really. I've been much more tired before, but I can feel my eyes beginning to droop. So, I would stay on and ramble about how fantastic it was, but I think I should start getting ready for bed instead.

_Camille.

So, there are multiple reasons why I'm literally in love with this man. To list them all and elaborate on them may take a while, so for your sake, I'll try to keep it snappy.

Okay, well, for starters, he's so inspirational. I feel that he's been through a lot, fighting with himself, and various addictions or other obstacles. When he first formed My Chemical Romance in 2001, he had been going through a depressing and drug-filled phase of life. That's one of the reasons his band is named “My Chemical Romance”. There's a story behind it, but long-story-short, when he saw that name, he thought it was perfect. Because it was. He was on so many prescriptions and such a name was more than appropriate. Forming this band some-what saved his life from that time and he found a way to express his emotions and angst to the world in a non-self harming way.

Around the release of Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, he had hit an all time low. Gerard had a serious drinking problem, and had never even played one live show sober. Everyone wanted to help in so many ways, but at the same time, they too were experimenting with the same kind of things. One night, he called the band's manager at two in morning, saying that he was sick of it. He was suicidal. He even let it be known that he had been doing cocaine. At that, the manager knew he had to do something. The night ended with Gerard having a talk with someone else associated with the band, neither of them sleeping that night. He's alive to this day because of that night and that talk. He's officially sober and hasn't been drunk for probably more than five years now.

I remember one night, I lay there, my eyes glued to the screen as Life on the Murder Scene plays on the television, and I just thought it was so amazing that he had gone through such a thing and the band had pulled him out of it, and he's better now. That's probably one of the most inspirational things about him.

In addition to that, he has such a talent with words and his voice is phenomenal. My Chemical Romance's lyrics are so thought-out and beautiful in a chaotic way, of course I have to respond to them. I am not one of those people who says “MCR saved my life.” I am, however, someone who has been saved from themselves because of MCR. I've grown and matured listening to this music. I know that the world is not as great of a place as we'd like, but it's also not the worst place. There's a lot of misery and pain in the world, but in the midst of it, lays beauty. I'd never looked at anything in such a way until I listened to My Chemical Romance.

Also, Gerard is such a fantastic artist. Not just limited to drawings and art; his perspective on things are so beautiful and he's actually one of those “rock star dudes” who thinks about life and is capable of saying really inspirational things. Since my interest in him, I've taken much more consideration to life and thoughts.

In some ways, I feel that I've said all I've wanted to say about him. In other ways, I feel I haven't even started with all my thoughts on Gerard Way. I guess I can't be sure, and he's just such an important figure in my life, words fail me when I try to explain my love for him. I think it's safe to say that I've grown up and matured with this man. My life was never terrible before I started listening to his music. It's not better because of it, either. I think that the thing that has improved since is myself. I have way more confidence than before and I'm more comfortable with myself and embracing who I am. It seems silly that music can do such a thing to a person, but if listened to with the right state of mind, it's music itself that can make the most difference than anything in this world. And in my world, Gerard Way has made all the difference.

I KNEW IT! SOUTH PARK IS REAL!
Where it may not be an actual "town" per se, it is indeed an area in Colorado. North Park, and Middle Park also exist. I just thought they were being satirical when they said "North Park" in the show.

So, even though it doesn't look too glamorous, I'm definitely going to live/visit there. I may not want to live... but I must visit it. And I'm dragging all my stupid friends down with me. The entire way down we will sing the theme song. Don't think we won't.

And we will totally mean it when we say "Goin' down to South Park, gonna' have myself a time."

Hmm, today specifically was fun. This morning, before Sam woke up, I ate a pop-tart while writing about my weekend plans in French. J'ai ecrive sur beaucoup des choses en francais parce que je suis super. (Yeah, I don't care if I didn't include the accent marks.) So after Sam actually woke up, her parents took us to the "Pancake Festival." Yes, we ate pancakes. We also looked at some of the art work of the public school students presented there. Yeah, their judging was totally bogus. Sam deserved that Honorable Mention way more than that lame marker drawing.

So, yeah that was cool. Hah, this is my first time actually talking about my day and I have to admit, this is slightly awkward for me.

Well, I'm sitting here listening to Idlewild, one of the bands I added music by to my library today, and wishing this night could last longer. I miss having my nights of solitude, listening to music and writing crafty blogs no one will read. My friend came over today for the first time, and we went to Starbucks and drank burnt coffee (it's always that way at Starbucks.) And I really think that I'm content right now. There may be school stress or whatever, but ever since yesterday, nothing can damage my oddly happy mood. I'm not sure where this happiness came from, but why bother questioning?

Hmm, I like the sound of this Idlewild album so far. I remember when I was young (or at least slightly younger), my dad used to come into my room and give me CD's and tell me to listen to them. He still does this, but I actually listen to them now. Then, I'd shove the CD's into a drawer and forget about them. Now I feel bad because Idlewild was one of the bands he gave me the CD to, and the one I'm listening to now I lost the case of a long time ago... So apparently I just gave him the disc itself back. Man, if I was him, I'd be mad... then again, I don't fuck around when it comes to my music.

It's actually pretty cool because my dad has the same taste I have in everything. We watch the same TV shows, and always trade music with each other. It's like having a guy-friend my age with wayyy more maturity than the rest of the guys my age. Grr, I wish I knew guys my age like that. Because if I did, they'd totally be my type. But all the guys now are either poser-scene kids who just piss me off, or immature dorks (and not in the wonderful way like my friends.) Hah, sorry if it sounds like I'm complaining. I don't mean to do it, and I guess I have to let it out sometimes.

Okay, well, that's enough for this entry. I just wanted to say hey and give a little update. Until next time,
_Camille.
P.S. So it would seem I have a new nickname. It's Stan... hahaha, I love my friends.