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Song Of Those Who Died In Vain -Primo Levi [1919 - 1987]

Sit down and bargain
All you like, grizzled old foxes
We'll wall you up in a splendid palace
With food, wine, good beds and a good fire
Provided that you discuss, negotiate
For our and your children's lives
May all the wisdom of the universe
Converge to bless your minds
And guide you in the maze
But outside in the cold we will be waiting for you
The army of those who died in vain
We of the Marne, of Montecassino
Treblinka, Dresden and Hiroshima
And with us will be
The leprous and the people with trachoma
The disappeared ones of Buenos Aires
Dead Cambodians and dying Ethiopians
The Prague negotiatiors
The bled dry of Calcutta
The innocents slaughtered in Bologna
Heaven help you if you come out disagreeing
You'll be clutched tight in our embrace
We are invincible because we are the conquered
Invulnerable because already dead
We laugh at your missiles
Sit down and bargain
Until your tongues are dry
If the havoc and the shame continue
We'll drown you in our putrefaction

Primo Levi
14th January 1985

As seen on the Manic Street Preachers "Gold Against the Soul" album sleeve. I'd been looking for it for a while, since I lent my tape to a friend and never got it back. -_- Found it here:

http://www.thisisyesterday.com/lyrics.html

So much for updating soon! XD Sorry…

In my defense, I did try to update this before (ie yesterday), but I accidentally deleted it, so I had to do it over >:(

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, Matt Cortez was setting up for MCR and my sister and I were standing near the stage waiting for them to come out. As soon as they came out, everyone started raising their hands, holding up their cell-phones, and about 3 girls right in front of us sat on their boyfriends shoulders. >:x

EDITORIAL NOTE: I’m sorry, but I hatehatehate girls who do this. You find a decent spot where you can see the stage, and some girl has the bright idea of sitting on a guy’s shoulders. I’m sure this is fun for both of them, but it SUCKS for anybody behind them. GRRR!

We realized we weren’t going to see anything, so we spent the first couple of songs looking for another space. We found another spot where we could see the stage and the screen but it was farther away from the stage. I regret not looking for a good spot closer to the stage to begin with, but I always fear getting crushed. I’m a wuss. L

ANOTHER EDITORIAL: I mentioned in my previous journal, I was kind of skittish before the show that there could be “emo-bashing” (fortunately, there wasn’t), so it was REALLY great to hear Gerard say something about it.

 "I want to say something today before we continue. Recently we've been hearing a lot of stuff about some violence here in your country having to do with kids who want to wear black t-shirts … or some kind of bull-- stuff like that. We don't want to see any f---ing violence! We came here for one reason, and that's to be at the f---ing rock show!"

PART I

I have to admit, even though I bought my tickets well in advanced, and had been waiting for this for weeks, about a week before the show I started to get a bit jittery that there could be potential for violence: there was a pretty mixed variety of bands, and MCR being on the bill, could attract emo-bashers.

How wrong is it that that word even exists

The fact is, whatever you may think about “emo” or “emos”, it’s ridiculous that in this day and age, kids can’t go out dressed however they want without the threat of physical violence.  

But there was no violence, not even a scuffle. The only time we got pushed was when MCR finished and people rushed to the other stage to see the Mars Volta, but even that was mild. More like a light jostling...

The whole event was so smooth, so well-choreographed and ridiculously on-schedule, it was scary. VERY atypical of events in Mexico city.

Well, anyway, done with the editorializing FOR NOW

When we arrived, Austin TV was playing. They are a Mexican band that always appears masked or in costume, and they don’t have a vocalist. They sometimes have recorded vocal tracks, and their music is indie with, to my ears, touches of surf-rock. When we arrived, they seemed to be dressed as green pod-people, or maybe aliens, but then some “charros” wearing Day of the Dead skull masks took over, and rushed the  pod people off the stage. At the end, the skulls, aliens and pod people were all dancing together onstage.

Next we saw Bright Eyes. I was surprised how complex his music is, since I always had Connor Oberst as a lyrics-centered folkie, but his band really sounds great. And Connor looks really hot when he’s rallying against George Dubya! Unfortunately, when he told the crowd they should be listening to The Faint, who were playing on the other stage, a lot of people took him up on it. Woops!

The Faint was already playing when we went over to see them. They played a great set of their dancey synth-rock, much to the delight of indie kids in baggy neon clothes, which I find ironic. They sound more like the 80 electro usually favored by people in black vinyl. But then again, I don’t think “nu-rave” sounds much like actual 90’s “rave music” either… Oh, well!

We saw a little bit of Belanova, who are cute and Denise was wearing shiny pink hot pants and cat ears, and sounded better live than I remembered her to, but mostly we were waiting for Kinky….

Kinky rocked it, as I expected them to. They are a band from Monterrey that plays dance-friendly rock that borrows beats and instruments from Mexican and tropical music. People were jumping up and down so hard that the floor was shaking (and this was outdoors, on actual ground!), and they were the only band that used the giant screens to project images to go with each song.  

Next was My Morning Jacket, but I have to admit, we didn’t see them because MCR was next on the same stage as Kinky, so we waited there and looked for a good spot. We were pretty close to the stage, and I saw Matt Cortez setting up (really, I swear that's him!)

OK, I have to leave it there for now. I promise I'll update soon.

Coming up: MCR, the Mars Volta (kinda) and Smashing Pumpkins!!!

Stay tuned...

I'm feeling kind of self-defeating today. I keep thinking of these lines:

"Everybody knows the war is over,

everybody knows the good guys lost..."

Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow....

"Everybody Knows"- Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows youve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that its now or never
Everybody knows that its me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when youve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black joes still pickin cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But theres gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that youre in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows its coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows

There’s been a lot of talk recently about whether Heath Ledger (and before that Casey Calvert and Brad Renfro) killed himself, or whether it was an accident or whatever else. I’m not going to speculate about that, but I have noticed that a lot of people think that suicide somehow diminishes his career and his value as a human being.

Now, I’m not remotely interested in glamorizing depression or suicide. Believe me, there’s nothing “sexy” or “cool” about worrying every day if the last time you said good-bye to your best friend will really be THE last time, about wondering what you could say to the family at someone’s funeral, or about figuring out in your mind the logistics of jumping in front of a moving bus. Not at all. But I also don’t think that whether someone had some kind of inner struggle that they ended up losing makes their life somehow less valuable.

I don’t think it’s for anybody else to judge someone when they’re in such a bleak spot that living somehow seems worse than ending it all, that they’re in such pain that it wins out over any drive toward self-preservation, the most basic of all instincts.

I think if you are personally close to someone who committed suicide, you have every right to feel stunned, angry, confused, abandoned, betrayed… It’s more than valid, but even then, usually family and friends just seem really sad and numb, like the title quote, from the press statement from Heath’s family.

No, there’s nothing admirable about it. Tragedy in itself isn’t admirable. Surviving, living to tell the tale, helping others is.

I want to invite people to stop judging what could be going through someone’s mind when something so unthinkable happens.

If you can’t imagine, be glad.

Next stop: This town- The Eels

You’re dead but the world keeps spinning
Take a spin through the world you left
It’s getting dark a little too early
Are you missing the dearly bereft?

Taking flight and you could be here tomorrow
Taking flight, well, you could get here tonight

I’m gonna fly on down for the last stop to this town (What?)
I’m gonna fly on down then fly away (Well, alright)

Get down

Taking a spin through the neighborhood
The neighbors scream “Whatcha talkin’ ‘bout?”
’Cause they don’t know how to let you in
And I can’t let you out

What if I was not your only friend in this world?
Can you take me where you’re going if you’re never coming back?

I’m gonna fly on down for the last stop to this town
I’m gonna fly on down then fly away on my way

Get down

Why don’t we take a ride away up high through the neighborhood
Up over the billboards and the factories and smoke

I’m gonna fly on down for the last stop to this town (Yeah)
I’m gonna fly on down then fly away on my way
Fly away

"They say the past must die for the future to be born,

In that case, 'die, little mother, die'..."

Pulp, "Monday Morning".

Things I’ve learned about this year:

-          Friends: I feel like I’ve made some really good friends on BN this year. At the same time, I’ve lost touch with some of my old friends. I miss them, but at the same time, it feels kind of good to start over. Besides, they say “it’s better to be hated for something you are, than hated for something you’re not”… or something like that.

-          Strength: I take some things a lot better than I would have 2 or 3 years ago. Part of it is learning not to make other people’s problems my own. I’m still proud to say I’ll stand up for a friend in a scuffle, but literally taking someone else’s problems and suffering and hurting for them more than they do… well, it leads nowhere good, let’s just say.

-          Food: This year I’ve been learning to eat more to feed my body than to make myself feel better. Believe me, it’s a huge deal. And that leads to…

-          Body image: I used to think that I did not have a problem with the way I looked. That it was other people who did. But beyond that, I hid behind my looks. Gaining weight was my way of dropping out of the race. I did not want people (mostly men) to pay attention to me. And boy, did it work! I know, I'm messed up...

So that's all I want to say for now. I really want to end 2007 on a positive note, so forgive me if there are certain "controversies" I'm ignoring at the moment. I'm sure I'll get around to them at some point ;)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

This is part II.

OK, so finally, the lights went out and Gerard appeared on the stretcher singing the opening of "The End". In case you don't know , the Black Parade stage show, it means that they play the entire album in order. I also means that they have a set that moves and changes between songs, a drum riser that spins around, pyro with almost every song, confetti shooting into the audience, etc.

Editorializing a bit, I can never understand why people will pay good money to go to a concert, only to throw crap at the stage. At the end of either "...Disappear" or "Sharpest lives", just as Gerard was singing the very last line of the song, someone threw something RIGHT AT HIS FACE! UGGH! My sister says it was a shoe, but I couldn't really tell. Gerard walked away, and stayed at the back of the stage for maybe a minute. We were afraid he wouldn't want to come back. But he did, like a little trouper, and didn't make a big deal about it. I hope the person who threw it got thrown the hell out of there.

So, anyway... my sister took the picture and videos on her cellphone. I didn't even try, because I didn't want the distraction. One of the things she recorded was Gerard saying thanks to Mexico. He spoke a little Spanish (very cute) which is always appreciated by the fans here. It doesn't have to be perfect; the point is just to show they made an effort.

Something she didn't get was later, when he said something at the end of  "Famous last words", along the lines of "And now, the Black Parade is dead!", which confirmed what Craig Aaronson told me about this being the last full TBP show.

During the transition between the Black Parade set and the Revenge set, a Mariachi band came out and played 3 songs. At first everyone was really into it, singing along, but about halfway through the second song, people started to get antsy and started yelling for MCR to come back out.

So the band comes out finally with the "Revenge" logo background, and out of their uniform. I wrote down what they played, thought I'm pretty sure I lost track at some point:

-I'm not OK  -Cemetery Drive  -Thank you for the venom -The jetset life...  -The ghost of you  -It's not a fashion statement... -Give'em hell, kid  -You know what they do...  -Helena

OK, so now you want to know about the band, right?

-Bob, I heard, hadn't made it to the autograph sigining, so I was afraid he might not be playing, but he did. He looked pretty serious, so he might still have been sick, but he played his little heart out like a good little drummer boy. His hair is REALLY long right now (all of theirs is), but it looks pretty good.

-Frank's hair is really long, too. Unfortunately, it's so long that you can't see his face when he's playing. He played with all that energy he stores god-knows-where on his tiny frame, but he pretty much kept to himself, which made me wonder whether he may have been sick, too (?).

-Mikey, as you may have seen already in pics, looked AMAZING. HIs hair is kind of long, but it really suits him. He moved around quite a bit, stood at the front of the stage and smiled quite a lot. Another cute thing, he wore a t-shirt with Mexican wrestler "El Santo" on it. :)

-Ray looked really psyched to be there. I think he and Gerard were the most excited by the reception they got here, and at the very end of the show, Ray and Gerard hugged as they walked off the stage. Awwww....

-And finally, Gerard. He was cute and insane and sexy as ever, doing all those little "Gerard-isms" we know and love: jumping 5 feet in the air, touching himself, laughing maniacally, licking his palm, demanding the boys in the audience "show us your tetas".XD

Just a couple of nit-picky things, though: 

No "Bullets".

And no "Frerard"

But that really is nit-picking, because it the show was excellent; one of the best I've ever seen!

I read in the newspaper that some people were complaining that they hadn't come back for an encore. DUH!!! The "Revenge" set is supposed to be the encore! They played 22 songs over 2 hours! They brought their whole set and pyro (which a lot of bands don't bother doing when they come to Mexico, if they bother coming at all). So they didn't play a Bruce Springsteen-style marathon set of every song they've ever recorded, but COME ON!

So that's it. I'll definitely post my stuff this weekend (try and stop me), and Caroaidaam says she'll post her videos soon, too. She has almost all of it on video.

More on the MCR show in Mexico City Part I

It only took me almost a week to update it, right?

Before the show:
Last Friday there was an autograph signing at Tower Records, which I left pretty disappointed. I didn't really care about the autographs, I just really wanted to see them and get some things to them. But I have to say, it also made me very aware of how easily people will turn when they don't get what they want. Even when it's not the band's decision, and that's all I'm going to say.

Saturday, I worked all day, so my fantasy/threat of stalking the band never materialized. Which I guess is kind of fortunate for all involved.My spirits were kind of low (for many reasons), so I was looking forward for the show to be great.

I had seats (up in the stands but pretty close to the stage), so I didn't need to get there super early. I got there about 2 hours before the show, bought some crappy little binoculars (they worked fine, though), and my sister and I walked toward the part of the parking lot where they park the buses, just in case we saw anybody.

Some big American-looking guys (not Worm, but you get the idea), and a  skinny guy with them, checking out all the fake merch, just walking in the crowd. It was Matt Cortez! I told my sister who he was, and she told me to talk to him. So I finally asked him "Excuse me, are you Matt?" He looked really surprised to be recognized. And then I asked him if I could give him some things for the guys. I said thanks, and walked away. Then I smacked myself in the head. Why didn't I get a picture? He was still there, so I went back and asked him for one. I put my arm around him. It felt nice. *shifty eyes*

I said thanks and walked away again. I didn't ask him anything else. I didn't want to pry or crowd him, but mostly I was just nervous. 

It was still more than an hour before the show, so we walked and people-watched for a while. We went near the buses, but didn't really see anything. So we went in to the venue. I had to give up my red studded belt I've had for years! But I told myself it was a small sacrifice. Good thing we didn't bring the digital camera, or we would've had to check it in anyway, like some otheres.

At the entrances, there were these written notices in English and Spanish that the show was going to be filmed. I wondered if it was for MTV or something...

We asked some ushers what entrance we had to use to get to our seats. As we were walking over there, I see another group of American-looking guys, and one of them was Craig Aaronson! So I went and asked him for a picture, too (When I developed the self-confidence to walk up to strangers and ask them for pictures, I don't know).

Anyway, he was really nice and the guys with him seemed very amused, like "You've got fans, dude!". He said, "If you recognized me, you must be a pretty big fan". He asked if I'd gone to the in-store. I thought of bitching to him about it, but I didn't see the point. I just told him I didn't get to see them because I didn't get there a whole day before, like some people (which is true), but that I did get soaked and hailed on. Then I remebered the sign at the entrance and asked him about it. He told me "Yeah, it's for a DVD because this is the last show of The Black Parade". SCOOP! Then I thanked him and said good-bye. Lucky thing those ushers told us the wrong door, or we never would have seen him!

It took a while for the show to start, but in the mean-time, you could see that the whole stage was covered by a curtain, so obviously they had brought the whole Black Parade stage set, which is rare here. Often bands just come to Mexico without the sets and pyro and all of that. I don't know if it's just too much of a hassle or what.

 We also saw Brian Shechter in the pit (just for a minute or 2), talking into a radio or headset, being all intense and OCD. Some people (me) yelled at him "Brian! Brian!" but he was busy. These little girls in Black Parade costumes and Halloween make-up were following him around, it was really cute. Finally, the girls went back to their spot smiling, so I guess they got a picture or something after all.

And then...

MWAHAH

Update tomorrow.

Hi, everybody!

So just a quick post. Tonight was the MCR concert here in Mexico City, and it was awesome!!! I hope to be able to post my pictures and videos by tomorrow night, but just a quick preview:

It was amazing, they played their whole "Black Parade" stage show (sets and pyro included), they played for almost 2 straight hours, and the whole thing was videotaped for an upcoming DVD, because it was the LAST EVER Black Parade-themed concert! At the end of the BP segment of the concert, Gerard said: "And now, The Black Parade is dead!".

A few other things:

First, when I was on my way into the venue, I saw some American-looking guys and one skinny brunnette guy. It was Matt Cortez*! No lie! I was kind of shocked he was just walking around, but I went up to him and asked him if he was Matt (yes!), if I could give him a few things to give to the band (yes!), and if I could get a picture with him (yes!). So that made my day.

Then, when we were in the venue trying to get to hour seats, there was another bunch of American looking dudes milling around, and I recognized one of them as Craig Aaronson**! I took a picture with him too, and I actually talked to him a little more because I guess I wasn't as stunned that he was just walking around like no big deal. He's the one that told me about the DVD.

Oh, and we also saw Brian Schechter*** running around down in the pit, being all busy and cute and serious, but we were kind of far and my sister didn't get her camera-phone out in time to get a pic.

And then the concert... well, the concert was amazing, that part I'll tell you about tomorrow, so stay tuned.

Have a good night. I did! ;)

Footnotes for those not obsessed with everything MCR:

*MCR´s guitar tech and replacement bassist and guitarist.

**The band's Warner Brothers A&R guy, as seen on the "Life on the Murder Scene" DVD.

***MCR's super-hot manager.

TOP 10 MOVIES

I've been tagged by Seb to write my top 10 movies.OK, here goes, pretty much the first 10 movies I thought of when I sat down to make this list.

Here goes:

1- Fight Club

And not just because Brad is shirtless in it (a lot). It's really amazing and inspiring in that dark, black-hearted, kind of way. Based on the book by Chuch Palahniuk, so, yeah.

9- 12 Monkeys

Another great movie with Brad Pitt. A really great futuristic film by Terry Gilliam, about a future where humans are all but wiped out by disease and animals roam free. Bruce Willis is sent back to figure out what happened. Wacky time travel ensues! No, not really, but a dark, claustrophobic parable does.

8- My Own Private Idaho

I hadn't thought about this movie for a while, but the QOTD about "Affecting Movies" reminded me how touching it was. It stars River Pheonix and Keanu Reeves (I know, I know) as 2 hustlers. Keanu is a slumming rich kid, and River Pheonix is a dreamy narcoleptic who loves him. "Awww"s all around.

7- Trainspotting

Great 90's Brit-pop soundtrack, great action, incomprehensible Scottish accents, drug references gallore and Ewan McGregor! What more do you want?

6- Hedwig and the Angry Inch

What a modern musical should be! Really witty, sad, hilarious, touching. And the music stays with you: I challenge you not to sing "I put on some make-up/Turn on the eight track/I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf" LOL or (my fave) "And if you've got no other choice/You know you can follow my voice/Through the dark turns and noise/Of this wicked little town".

5- Breakfast on Pluto

Patrick "Kitten" Braden grown up in some God-forsaken Irish town in the 70's, and runs away to London, against the backdrop of IRA bombings and glam rock. Kitten (not my name-sake, actually) is such a wonderful Holly Golightly-type character who just doesn't take anything too seriously, but grows up and learns a lot without ever becoming cynical. A sweetheart of a movie.

4- Gia

In a way, it's almost the opposite of "...Pluto", Gia starts out very tough and self-contained,  but as life keeps beating her up, she becomes more open and vulnerable. Unfortunately, by then it's too late for her:      "Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above"

3- The Rocky Horror Picture Show

"The beauty of that movie is self-expression. All these characters are rampant and totally free no matter what happens to them. They're all gonna end up dead, but they dont care". -Gerard Way.

2- Groundhog's day

I know: "Huh?". No, but really, I love comedies, I guess they just don't usually make it to my top 10, that's reserved for movies that I'm really crazy about. And I really love Bill Murray.

I could watch this movie every day, ironically.

And, finally:

1- Velvet Goldmine

I could watch this movie every day, too, for very different reasons.

A fictional account of 70's glam rock icon Brian Slade (although pretty much a thinly veiled reference to David Bowie), Velvet Goldmine is beautiful in so many ways: wonderfully witty dialogue, gorgeous eye candy in the form of Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, Ewan McGregor, Toni Collette, cameos by members of Placebo, THE BEST SOUNDTRACK EVER (Placebo, Thom Yorke, Brian Eno, Roxy Music, etc.), and: "It has the most beautiful scene of two men kissing, ever." - Stefan Olsdal

OK, I may be fawning a bit now, but it really is amazing.

Well, that's it. Hope you liked, and if you didn't, TOO BAD CAUSE IT'S MY LIST BAHAHA!!!

OK, I have to tag people now (this is almost as hard as the actual list):

sappysuperunknown, sheisfaust, panasonicyouth, melancholysky, mooeysreindeer, claymore, hungoverandunder, starsaftersunset

I've been tagged by Tina (melancholysky) to write my top 10 favorite bands. As always it's really hard for me to narrow it down to just 10, and it's more in chronological order that anything else, so don't read too much into it:

10- Tie: The Pixies/Sonic Youth/The Velvet Underground

9- The Cure

8- The Smiths

7- David Bowie

6- Suede

5- PJ Harvey

4- Placebo

3- The White Stripes

2- Interpol

1- My Chemical Romance

OK, as usual, I feel like I'm leaving a lot of people out, but this is or not giving due credit to some (see #10) but this my list for now.

If you don't like my list, make your own!!

In the mean time, this is who I'm tagging:

Johnnynotsid, Rockinponda, Millieann282000, Caroaidaam, Voluptuosity, Seb, Skully, Ravenblackhardt, Tanya1979, Panasonicyouth

Who needs real love?

Here are the rules:

1) Only list 8 facts.
2) You must then list 8 TAGS at the end of the post. This means you must name 8 people on Buzznet who now must do the same blog.
3) Go comment on their profile and tell them to come read yours!

OK, I knew I'd have to do this.

1- I'm extremely cluttery. You can't set foot in my bedroom without stepping on random debris. Evetually, I get exasperated and spend a whole day cleaning and clearing up the mess. But it takes a while to get to that point.

2- I'm extremely jealous of people who have some kind of talent, because I always tried to learn to play instruments, or draw or paint. I write, but I don't publish it. I'm very insecure about it. I guess I have an inferiority complex because I've known a lot of incredibly talented people and I feel I don't measure up.

3- My parents are shrinks: mom's a psychologist and dad's a psychiatrist. Does that explain a lot?

4-I was born in Mexico City, we lived in London for about a year while my dad was studying. The only thing I remember about it is a park, and a poster for the movie "The Elephant Man". But I lived in Tijuana from the time I was 3 until I was 27.

5- I didn't smoke or drink until I was in my 20's. I also didn't eat red meat for about 10 years. Since I was 15 until 25. I feel a little crappy about falling off the wagon.

6- I haven't done a drug in my life. I don't judge people who have. Actually, I think it's me being a control freak: I don't want to lose control, and I guess drugs would do that.

7-I went to school with a lot of christians. In a way, it made me wary of religion; in another way, it showed me not to judge people based on it. There's all kinds, belieeeve me.

8- This list is looking a bit emo, so I'll end on a happy note: Really simple things make me happy. Good music, chocolate, the ocean, my best friend, discovering a good restaurant or a great TV show, watching a good movie, running into people I genuinely like, knowing stuff other people don't (hehe).

Each of you must tag 8 more people and you can't tag someone who has already done one. Make a friend!

I'm not sure how to know who's already been tagged. Of the people I haven't already seen:

Johnnynotsid, Melancholysky, Ellienor, Mooeysreindeer, Voluptuosity, Littlegaby, Tanya1979, VikirOxx.

Don't kill me! Mark started it!