my seventeenth birthday is in a few weeks…and I’m actually kind of sad…i really like being sixteen
but if your sixteen you cant be the dancing queen
thank u little bread stick that made me feel better
this is the best thing to happen to one of my text posts
The cold hard truth: this is award show is a fanbase war. All award shows are.
Yes, twenty | one | pilots put on one of the most physically challenging and mentally stimulating shows out there. Yes, Fall Out Boy and Paramore put out #1 Billboard albums and toured the whole world multiple times over this year. But at the end of the day, it really comes down to whose fans are the most crazed and dead set on their favorite band winning an award. I don’t agree with the results and yes, I am kind of disappointed, but this is the way the cards fell and all things considered, for the very first APMAs, things weren’t too bad. They are trying. This is a good thing. Alternative music is getting on the map and this was a big step for us all.
The lines become even more blurred when you consider the number of genres the APMAs cover: screamo, pop punk, rock, metal, hardcore, and even electronic ukulele rap. Those are very taste-specific. While everybody who likes electeonic ukulele rap may have voted for twenty | one | pilots, there is definitely a smaller total number of people who like electronic ukulele rap than say, pop punk. It’s all logistics.
So I guess I’m trying to convey two things you should take away from the 2014 APMAs:
1. Don’t go all over the internet asking, “WTF HOW DID
2. It’s just an award show, from a show in its earliest of crucially developmental stages. It will get better. One award given to one band does not degrade or increase the value of another band.
I’ve been keeping busy lately. Not in an overworked way, but in a good way. I’m never sitting at home thinking, “Man, I’m really bored.”
I threw a pool party. I honestly think that was my first non-birthday party. I’m not the type to even have more than two friends over at a time, so it was a big step for someone as socially handicapped as me.
I’m trying to be a good daughter and sister. I’ve attended every one of my brother’s baseball games possible. I’m making an effort to be around my family and be more social with them as well.
Heck, I even got a job. I’m volunteering. I’m putting together some insane student council stuff. There hasn’t been a day where I wasn’t doing something.
I used to be such a recluse. Not so long ago I would never have a single friend over for the entire summer. They made it clear they didn’t need me. I was so ashamed and hateful of who I was that I didn’t want to be seen anyway. Now, I smile, I talk, I make plans and I go places. I’m a pretty busy person these days. And guess what? It feels really, really good.
"The problem is, the brain I’m using to dissect this world is a brain formed by it. We’re born into confusion, and we get the blessing of letting go of it. I think this shit by day. And then night comes and it’s like, ‘Fuck it, let’s drink.’"