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  <title>Cool as the Fonz and deadly as Charles Bronson</title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 09:15:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Your thoughts on The Used! Show me them!</title>
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  <description>Rather than abuse the &quot;my srsfax thoughts on whatever&quot; meme to suss out my fellow Usedwives, I decided to use the more direct approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1188726&quot;&gt;View Poll: A very important poll about The Used!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>The Used- The Back of Your Mouth</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 02:15:06 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>All the cool people are doing it</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Ask me my opinion of any fannish topic. Show, character, storyline, meta issues, kerfuffle, you name it. I am fearless!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, ask me anything.</description>
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  <lj:music>The Used- Slit Your Own Throat</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 20:05:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My (incredibly late) thoughts on peebabies</title>
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  <description>Bert, Quinn, Jepha, Travis, Brian and Bob motherfucking Bryar = MFY!&lt;br /&gt;Jwalk, Pete, Patrick, Siska and The Butcher are a maybe&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else is a big, giant DNW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everyone, JSYK and I strongly believe Pete Wentz is to blame for all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA:&lt;/b&gt; Ryland is also on the MFY list. If Suarez&apos;s sauce recipe wasn&apos;t crap he&apos;d be on the list too, sadly, it is crap!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 02:11:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>RUN! DON&apos;T WALK, FUCKERS!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://sharinghrtbeats.livejournal.com/802.html&quot;&gt;THIS IS THE BEST THING I&apos;VE SEEN ALL DAY AND IT&apos;S WHAT IS MAKING THIS DAY BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL!!!!&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom, Butcher and Siska go out to take photos and it&apos;s such a simple idea but there&apos;s all this tension and there is like... this whole feeling of making it okay between people who were so close and fell apart and OMG you guys... Butcher and Siska are such boyfriends in this fic, even thought it&apos;s gen. And there is like, plenty of hints of Jon/Tom and Tom/Sean if you are into that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARTS IN MY EYES FOREVER, GUYS, HEARTS IN MY FUCKING EYES, FOREVER! GO READ IT AND TELL &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;lessthangreat&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lessthangreat.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://lessthangreat.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lessthangreat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HOW FUCKING AWESOME SHE IS.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 19:40:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>yeah, I said it</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;+3&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blink&gt;FUCK MOTHER&apos;S DAY!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>The Used- Into My Web</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 18:57:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i&apos;m updating twice in one day? seriously?</title>
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  <description>Okay, so I have to buy my tickets for Warped and I&apos;m not sure which date I want to go to so I was wondering if any of ya&apos;ll are going to any of the So-Cal dates? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m either going to the Pomona date (6/20) or the LA date (8/17) and I can&apos;t make decisions on my own so someone should make a decision for me. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, Empires is still the best band ever and I bask in the mere fact that those adorable failbots exist.</description>
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  <lj:music>Cobra Starship- Smile for the Paparazzi</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 14:45:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the more we can do on our own, the stronger we will be</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/3875/headerwp0.jpg&quot;&gt;Captain Conrad and his merry band of failbots clearly WANT to kill me&lt;/a&gt;. OMFG, May 27th, HOWL! How so amazing, amazing boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no clue who the hell Empires are (and there could be a fair few of you) Please, please, please take a look at their myspace page at www.myspace.com/empires and give them a listen. I really think they&apos;re ridiculously good and have a broader appeal than a lot of the bands I&apos;m listening to lately. I suggest &apos;Midnight Land&apos; because it&apos;s the best ever and Sean maybe wrote it about Dante&apos;s &lt;i&gt;Inferno&lt;/i&gt;. No really. &lt;small&gt;(Their first album &lt;i&gt;Howl&lt;/i&gt; is coming out May 27th and it will be up for free download at their site weareempires.com with the option to donate money (like Radiohead did). They&apos;re donating all of the donations to charity. Because they&apos;re fuking precious.)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s all I have to say, Tom made me cry with pride and happiness last night and I felt the need to share what those failbots were up to.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 22:34:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This is what a fangirl concert recap looks like- The Used at the Bren Center, UCI, 5.7.08</title>
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  <description>So right up front, I&apos;ll say that I think I saw some seriously amazing music sets last night. I was blown away by some of the bands and rocked out like you wouldn&apos;t believe. That said, it was probably the most schizophrenic show I&apos;ve ever been to. I&apos;m not sure who randomly picked band names out of a hat and decided they should all tour together but it was kind of a jarring experience, overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I missed whoever came first because Ticketmaster hates me and told me the show started at 7 when it started at some other time. I&apos;m told they were good, but the girl who told me that then proceeded to pull out almost every stereotypical hipster line in the book (and to top it all off, was breaking the fucking merch rule) so I take that with a grain of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Street Drum Corps&lt;/b&gt;- Street Drum Corps had a truly amazing live show. This is a band that really gets the crowd moving and puts on a motherfucking spectacle. Percussion is obviously their main thing and they had a regular drumset as well as kind of a set of drums constructed out of trash cans and random junk. I dug their steampunk aesthetic and was pleasantly surprised when they actually had the substance to back up their awesome look. Not to mention, it turned out the googles the members were wearing actually served a function beyond decorative because they pulled out a belt sander and used it to add to the sound. The belt sander sounded better when it was being played up against the bread pan, but I can&apos;t deny it looked beyond amazing when one of the guys was using it on the big metal pipe and sparks were flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, it reminded me a lot of watching Stomp only with a darker edge. The same amazingly breathtaking drum work (I used to play drums in high school and me and the dudes in the drumline went to see every drum corps show we could, this was a lot like that) as well as the drama of performance. I&apos;m really disappointed I forgot my wallet in the car because I would have loved to buy their album to find out how a live performance like that translates to a record. After they were done and I could do something besides rock out, all I could think about during the break between bands was that I couldn&apos;t even imagine what a Street Drum Corps album would be like, because it&apos;s not the sort of thing that feels like it would lend itself to an album, they need the visual aspect so you can appreciate how amazing their percussion work is (serious guys, mad fucking skills).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Army of Me&lt;/b&gt; Army of Me was good, they played a fairly standard set and their frontman is a charismatic dude who definitely got the crowd&apos;s attention. My one criticism would have to be that I felt like I&apos;d seen their show before, when I&apos;d seen the All American Rejects at Bamboozle Left. When I mentioned this to the friend I went with, he totally agreed and pointed out just how Tyson Ritter-esque the frontman&apos;s mannerisms and overall stage demeanor was as well. So yeah, in general, I&apos;d say Army of Me had a solid show but reminded me so much of AAR that I almost couldn&apos;t concentrate on anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the sudden change between Street Drum Corps and Army of Me was really, really jarring. Street Drum Corps&apos; show was all about percussion and synth and high energy- crowd moving and to follow that up with a slower, more melodic, mellow band really threw me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Straylight Run&lt;/b&gt; I was pleasantly surprised by the way Straylight Run turns it up when they play live. I listened to their album before going, hoping to rock out to them before The Used cam on and was kind of shocked that they were going to be playing on the same night, let alone back to back. Straylight Run is still a mellow band with ballads, piano and acoustic guitar parts (and they played a song that was almost entirely John Nolan on acoustic with some minimal bits from their drummer) but they do rock it up a bit when they play live. It wasn&apos;t quite something you can dance to, but it was definitely something you could move to, head bobbing and swaying a bit, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the sound mixing was bad for them but I was really struck with how much Michelle&apos;s solo vocals reminded me of No Doubt era Gwen Stefani. In general I dug their set and liked how Jon and Michelle kept switching up between piano and guitar and shared the vocals so well. It probably wouldn&apos;t have hurt to have a little more banter with the audience (just a little something to get us motivated, JOHN, we got much better after Street Drum Corps asked us to show them some fucking love, trufax) but what little crowd interaction they did have was good and not terribly faily, so for that I&apos;m pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Used&lt;/b&gt; Without a doubt one of the most intense shows I&apos;ve been to in a while. The Used really put on a show and Bert is a fucking amazing frontman. My one criticism would have to be that they had these random cutouts of politicians and Bert made some random pseudo-political commentary that wasn&apos;t really very substantive and kind of made me cringe. Boys, do what you do because what you do is awesome. Politics aren&apos;t your thing and if you want them to be your thing you should maybe read a newspaper or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that it was ridiculously high energy and I got kicked in the head and crushed by the kids and that is always how I know I had fun. Bert stands on a box when he sings, it&apos;s a big white box that lights up that he needs because he&apos;s so tiny. They opened with Bird and the Worm and played almost every song you would expect them to. Bert has amazing presence and if I didn&apos;t know he was such a tiny dude, I likely wouldn&apos;t have come away from the show thinking that either. I know it&apos;s cliche, but he seriously comes across like he&apos;s 9 feet tall up there. He came out with a drink and a cigarette, both of which he threw into the audience and that&apos;s pretty much how their whole set went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They invited fans to come up onstage and dance during &quot;Paralyzed&quot; and a bunch of people crowd surfed to get up there and I was pretty pleased by the mixture of boys and girls. Some girl jumped up on Bert&apos;s box and started hanging all over him and he pushed her off and mouthed &quot;stop that,&quot; or something and then he invited some other girl up there (I think he deliberately chose someone who looked way, way more legal) and then he kissed her. I know some people aren&apos;t down with bands who kiss fans or whatever but she was clearly really into it and I would have done if I was up there so meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did something I thought was really smart with their ballad-y numbers. Usually the slower songs can totally kill the energy in a crowd and they did this really awesome medley of &quot;The Taste of Ink&quot;, &quot;All that I&apos;ve Got&quot; and &quot;Buried Myself Alive&quot;. It was kind of a brilliant way to play songs the crowd obviously loved (and everyone was singing along) without losing any energy with a ballad. I kind of got a little sad during &quot;Take It Away&quot; because when Bert got to the line &quot;lost all doubt in a chemical romance,&quot; he threw up his middle finger and mouthed &quot;fuck them&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their drummer (Dan Whitesides)&apos;s dad is apparently on tour with them for a bit and he came out to play guitar on &quot;Take it Away&quot; along with Quinn. Bert told the crowd about how Bill Whitesides is the only person he knows who can party harder than he can (which is likely pretty fucking hard, I mean, it&apos;s Bert). Speaking of Dan Whitesides, that fucker can play, okay? Not only is he a pretty amazing fucking drummer, he does awesomely funny things like throw his sticks around (occasionally missing and that was even cuter). I admit that Dan is probably my least favorite member of The Used but he&apos;s seriously grown on me and I maybe kind of think he&apos;s hot now (excellent drum skills are hot, okay? That&apos;s bone hard medical FACT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About halfway through their set Bert must have grokked to just how many teenies were in attendance (and there were a TON of teenies, none of them knew shit about how to crowd surf or how to act in the pit (no really teenie, leaving during Street Drum Corps to sit in the bleachers because you don&apos;t like all the people touching you and being sweaty and moving and then coming back at the very end of Straylight Run is NOT how you end up on the barrier, CRY MOAR)) because he made a point to remind everyone how we treat people at shows, if someone falls, pick them up, keep an eye out for each other, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn kept mostly to himself, played like a crazy man and rocked out on stage right. Jepha jumped around all over stage left and at one point threw himself on the ground and fucked up his bass (he had to get a new one, it was cute). Jeph also threw water to the crowd, twice, which we all appreciated. I will admit that it&apos;s funny to see Jepha up there with his scene hair and scene cloths on when the other guys look like they just exited a skateboard video but he&apos;s also got mad stage presence and I can&apos;t say I&apos;m in any way unhappy about Jepha&apos;s tight pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, A+++ set put on by The Used and I would happily see them again the next time they perform. Bert actually said he hoped to still be rocking out when they were Bill Whiteside&apos;s age, so here&apos;s hoping I can catch them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I&apos;d just like to say that shows are for having fun, rocking out and listening to bands you like, hearing them live. They&apos;re not about feeling smug or self important in your own superiority.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 22:40:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Drive by update</title>
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  <description>I will never understand hipsters, never. Poor, poor haters of fun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m heading out (GOING TO SEE THE USED, OMG YAY!) but I&apos;m dropping by to tell everyone that I fucking KILLED on my midterm and that I&apos;m generally awesome.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 17:09:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>SHUNNED</title>
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  <description>&lt;s&gt;I HATE ALL &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;riorhapsody&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://riorhapsody.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://riorhapsody.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;riorhapsody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;S AND THINK WE SHOULD SHUN THEM FOR BEING MEAN TO JWALK AND ALFRED AND MAKING ME THINK SAD THINGS AND CRY WHEN I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;+5&quot;&gt;THE SHUNNING BEGINS NOW&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;She might be making it up to and I might be kind of ridiculous. I&apos;ll keep you updated.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTES FORGIVEN, OMFG, SHE MADE A &lt;a href=&quot;http://riorhapsody.livejournal.com/329743.html&quot;&gt;PICSPAM OF AWESOME ADORABLE&lt;/a&gt;, RUN, DON&apos;T WALK!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 22:56:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>because I am a whore</title>
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  <description>3 days until I see The Used, I&apos;ve got like, half an essay written and even some reading for the midterm I&apos;m taking right before my Used concert date. I&apos;m also getting the dishes done and hope to get some more fucking fic written. In celebration... I am asking for a punch in the face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sn0rkack.livejournal.com/15146.html?thread=288554#t288554&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;tahoma&quot; size=&quot;4&quot; color=&quot;#1478C9&quot;&gt;WHATCHU THINK: THE &lt;font color=&quot;#FFD200&quot;&gt;ANONYMOUS MEME&lt;/font&gt; REDUX&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 05:14:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Since everyone is talking about genderswap...</title>
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  <description>So, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;vange&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vange.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://vange.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was talking about &lt;a href=&quot;http://vange.livejournal.com/103594.html&quot;&gt;The Hushies being genderswapped&lt;/a&gt; as like a band and I was maybe &lt;a href=&quot;http://vange.livejournal.com/103594.html?thread=807338#t807338&quot;&gt;waylaid for a bit with talk of Empires genderswap&lt;/a&gt; but in general, something about her &quot;the whole band is genderswapepd&quot; thing got me thinking. You see, I think that The Academy Is... genderswap where only one person was genderswapped would actually be really fucking interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls TAI a frat and there really does seem to be this frat-like environment and I&apos;m not saying that other boys are less like boys or whatever, but I just think bands like TAI, who really party it up and are known to take all of these fucking risks that girls are taught not to (and I&apos;m stealing thoughts from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;pearl_o&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://pearl-o.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://pearl-o.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;pearl_o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;impertinence&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://impertinence.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://impertinence.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;impertinence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://impertinence.livejournal.com/382734.html?thread=7028750#t7028750&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and I would be interested in seeing how being a girl would change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I&apos;m interested mostly in theory, because none of TAI have any sense and none of them even know girls who aren&apos;t like, Vicky-T so they&apos;d be completely clueless and taking stupid risks and you know they&apos;d end up seriously hurt so like... I guess it&apos;s really a good thing it doesn&apos;t exist, because I don&apos;t want The Academy Is... being roofied and shit, no way.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 21:32:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Butcher and the Biz!</title>
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  <description>OKay, so, today, my good friend &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;riorhapsody&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://riorhapsody.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://riorhapsody.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;riorhapsody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; posted a really, really, really excellent thing about Adam T. Siska and as I go back to look at it, I see it is flocked, so I&apos;m going to have to repost photos and in general, I must give her mad props for inspiring this post, in a lot of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, so there is this gorgeous boy named Adam T. Siska. He was not always so. I&apos;m not in any way kidding. Poor Siska went through an awkward phase as a teenie and unfortunately for him, he went through his teenie years in the public eye (Siska was like 15 when he joined the band... he rly, rly needs an adult, as most of you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to show before and after pics of Siska to like... every awkward teenager everywhere, as proof that, srsly, kid, sometimes it rly does get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskayearbook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskyawfulshirt.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point is, he had some sort of visit from the hotness fairy and BAM, just that quickly he&apos;s walking around like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskaeatsomething.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskakangaroo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskaonstage2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskawarmingup.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskybw.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskygoodhair.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskypizza.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskypracticing.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskyyellowhoodie.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, The Butcher (Andy &quot;The Butcher&quot; Mrotek, but I don&apos;t think anyone in the band calls him Andy) did not go through an awkward phase. He went through a mountain man phase, but I blame that on the scarcity of clean water and access to like, shaving facilities more than anything else. (Bone-hard medical FACT: The Butcher is the only member of TAI who should ever have facial hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain man phase also had the tiny pink shorts of HOTNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butcherneedsmoarpinkshorts.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butchernotamused.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butcherbball.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butcherclosedeyes.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butcherdrumming.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butchergrin.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butcherlovesvnecks.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butchershirtless.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butcherspeedo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butchertopless.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butchertopless2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butchervneck.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butcheryellowflower.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people who hate hotness will say he&apos;s in an ugly phase. These are also known as people who don&apos;t have EYES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/shorthair.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i30.tinypic.com/25ary34.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the POINT is that Butcher and Siska are BOOOOOOOYFRIENDS! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/10d7cpj.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/14igd9s.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/2qtctj7.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/2s8han4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/34hcho5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/butchersiskyeating.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/chizsiskabutcher.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I could look at this photo of them ALL DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskabutcher.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskabutcheroddcouple.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskybutcher.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskybutcherbeardgrab.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src=&quot;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/katarin/bandspam/tai/siskybutcherpizza.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s Siska and Butcher enjoying a nice, romantic Valentine&apos;s Day together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is them enjoying Valentine&apos;s last year (no seriously, two years in a row)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;2&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Siska and Butcher being adorable and giving presents from the dollar store to their friends. AND THEN BUTCHER GIVES ALL OF THE REMAINING PRESENTS TO SISKA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;3&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/videos/theacademyis/42191821/&quot;&gt;And this video is like, confirmation that Siska and Butcher (and Jack, the camera guy) are/were living together while making the new album.&lt;/a&gt; (Chiz said in the &lt;a href=&quot;http://youtube.com/watch?v=kbbGDaQ6hy0&quot;&gt;backstage with Cobra Starship at Jimmy Kimmel video&lt;/a&gt; that he and Carden are sharing and you know Billvy isn&apos;t sharing with anyone because he needs to have freakout moments and shit. (fuck, I&apos;m such a ~lurker))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I said, BOYFRIENDS. And this makes me want like, tons and TONS of fic where Siska and Butcher get together. I even have some ideas for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Okay, so, the first one is like, Butcher&apos;s had a thing for Siska since like, forever, right? Like, he&apos;d like to say he didn&apos;t back when Siska was awkward -looking jailbait, but that is a huge lie and Butcher&apos;s not much older than he is so no one can judge him for that. So he&apos;s been into him for a while, not like, &lt;i&gt;pining&lt;/i&gt; because no one who isn&apos;t Bill or Ryan fucking Ross would say something like pining but he&apos;s been nursing something very much like a crush for a couple years now, nearly certain nothing will come of it and that Siska&apos;s just too nice to say something like &quot;I&apos;m not gay, quit buying me candy every Valentine&apos;s Day!&quot; or &quot;It&apos;s never going to happen between us, maybe you should stop buying me stuffed animals when I&apos;m in a bad mood.&quot; And he&apos;s really way to nice to say something like, &quot;I don&apos;t want you like that, please stop falling asleep with me on the couch/in my bunk/in your bunk/at random venues against the walls, my head in your lap and your back against a wall&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like, sometime after his visit from the hotness fairy, Siska like, becomes aware that he&apos;s attractive to people now, that he could aim a little higher when he wants to hook up. And he notices how hot Butcher is and is like &quot;oh holy shit!&quot; and totally starts doing shit like perving on watching Butcher set up his drums or paint or get birthday spankings. And Siska can&apos;t help how much he just wants to lick Butcher&apos;s tattoos, run his tongue across his skin and maybe jerk off all over him, ride his cock and pull Butcher&apos;s hair, asking for more. (blahblah, porncakes, lots and LOTS of Siska wanking to sexy dreams of Butcher) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Siska starts thinking about other shit, like Butcher laughing at his unfunny jokes and the way Butcher listens and how much fun they have whenever they get to the beach and he totally realizes he&apos;s in love with him and he ends up saying it in a really dramatic way (because he learned from William Beckett and overdramatics are like, something he can DO). And he&apos;s all &quot;I just can&apos;t helping loving you and I know it won&apos;t happen but I fucking... I don&apos;t, I feel like I&apos;m pining or something&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Butcher is all &quot;OH FUCK YOU! You don&apos;t know from &lt;i&gt;pining&lt;/i&gt;, OKAY? TWO AND A HALF YEARS beats your 3 month crush any fucking day! I am the piner in the relationship!&quot; And then it devolves into silliness and some mediocre sex that Butcher swears he&apos;s usually better at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Siska starts trying to hit on Butcher, now that he&apos;s hot, and he tries to like, act cool. He does stupid shit like lean up against walls at parties and be all &quot;hey!&quot; and nod like an asshole and generally comes across kind of douchey until Butcher figures it out and like, pushes him up against a wall with his hands around Siska&apos;s hips. And he&apos;d be like, &quot;Just be yourself, Sisky-Biz, that&apos;s all I want.&quot; and then they&apos;d maybe have sex, against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I would tell ya&apos;ll about this totally self-indulgent idea I had for an always-a-girl! Siska fic but umm... it&apos;s REALLY self indulgent and I don&apos;t want to get laughed at. Suffice to say, always-a-girl!Siska/Butcher would work VERY WELL! (Butcher could be her first time! When she&apos;s like, 16 or 17 and going through a seriously awkward phase and she just wants to get it over with and Butcher&apos;s one of her closest friends! And also, Bill let out a horrified squeak and clutched his blankets really tightly and hasn&apos;t fallen asleep in the same room with her since she asked him :(, so Butcher, PLEASE!!) &lt;small&gt;I maybe have put some thought into this one, stfu!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Siska/Butcher lends itself well to threesomes! I wrote some Jason Siska/Adam Siska/Butcher this morning (and it&apos;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://riorhapsody.livejournal.com/328003.html?thread=3152195#t3152195&quot;&gt;locked&lt;/a&gt;, but I might bring it over at some point and clean up the other thing and maybe post it as the ficbit thingies they are) But really, Siskacest/Butcher FTMFW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that&apos;s why you should all write me Siska/Butcher and umm, yeah... SHIP THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE ADORABLE AND HOT!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 03:28:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Voice Post:</title>
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  <description>&lt;lj-phonepost journalid=&quot;2008130&quot; dpid=&quot;3269&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E.T.A.&lt;/b&gt; In retrospect... perhaps I was a tad drunk. This was easily fixed though. Perhaps my friends on the internet should have told me to eat something, drink two bottles of water and take a motherfucking walk, &lt;i&gt;instead&lt;/i&gt; of mocking me? Just an idea, friends.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 04:37:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Being dead &apos;aint so bad, look at all the fun we had or, a big fucking post full of SKA!</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve said in various places that I want to do some kind of primer on Ska music one day... this is not that day and it&apos;s not a primer at all. One of my friends wanted me to school her and I felt it only fair I go ahead and try to school everyone else as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m going to break this up into five sections to make this easy on people. Those sections will be &quot;First/Second Wave&quot; &quot;Are you fucking kidding me?&quot; &quot;West Coast Third Wave&quot; &quot;East Coast Third Wave&quot; and &quot;It didn&apos;t fit anywhere else&quot;. Click the links next to &quot;They Sound Like&quot; in order to get a preview before you download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;First/Second Wave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(I consider the Skatalites to be first wave due to the fact that they&apos;re all from Jamaica and began making music around the Independence movement. Ska purists will say I&apos;m full of it and that since they didn&apos;t acheive popularity until Two-Tone (which the Skatalites sound nothing like) then they&apos;re Second wave. The point is, none of that matters.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Skatalites&lt;/b&gt; The Skatalites are a kickass band that is heavy on the instrumentals. The one and only time I saw them live, one of their horn players was celebrating his 80th birthday and he rocked the FUCK out. The Skatalites are awesome and they are history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/pz0ykesg08&quot;&gt;Have a Good Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Greetings from Skamania- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?tzmmuny3jtd&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?tzmmuny3jtd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Specials&lt;/b&gt;The Specials are kind of the greatest thing ever and I trufax believe there are two kinds of people in the world: People who like The Specials and People who are WRONG &amp;gt;:( . The point is, the Specials are kind of signature two-tone and their music is the KICKASS. (Also, tons of really interesting stuff in their lyrics about the political situation in England in the 70&apos;s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they Sound like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/vt9skp14w4&quot;&gt;Little Bitch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Specials- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?ny3dcxukcno&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?ny3dcxukcno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Specials- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?7ynynr4ymsj&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?7ynynr4ymsj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Studio- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?3dt0gf9sybj&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?3dt0gf9sybj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Madness&lt;/b&gt;/&lt;b&gt;The English Beat&lt;/b&gt; The Madness are almost as signature as The Specials. They have a similar sound to The Specials and I endorse them just as much. The English Beat (known just as The Beat in the UK) also sounds the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What They Sound like: The Madness- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/hgqgmp9k4o&quot;&gt;One Step Beyond&lt;/a&gt; / The English Beat- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/mnbus7ogks&quot;&gt;Too Nice to Talk to&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: The Madness- The Ultimate Collection- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?djycyjdj1bk&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?djycyjdj1bk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English Beat- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?bta8oeornpe&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?bta8oeornpe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fishbone&lt;/b&gt; Fishbone is another one of those Granddaddy of Ska bands that&apos;s been around forever and has rolled with the times and changed their sound. I dig their frontman&apos;s crazy energy and their awesome cover of Sublime&apos;s &quot;Seed&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/r7kqgjt44w&quot;&gt;Party at Ground Zero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: The Essential Fishbone- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?jyek1chnggd&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?jyek1chnggd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you fucking kidding me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This section is so titled because if you haven&apos;t heard these bands you have clearly lived under some kind of fucking ROCK and are maybe too young to be using the internet by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reel Big Fish&lt;/b&gt; No seriously, if you&apos;ve never heard of RBF I don&apos;t even want to know where you&apos;ve been. Outer Mongolia and/or the MOON are the only reason not to have heard of them. Reel Big Fish was THE BIGGEST ska act of the Third Wave (other than No Doubt but you can question their level of skaness post The Beacon Street sessions, so they don&apos;t count). They were on MTV and you heard their songs constantly and you probably got sick of them. I like to joke that RBF&apos;s frontman, Aaron Barrett is the Pete Wentz of the Third Wave, because all of his songs are about fame and his shitty breakups and he&apos;s totally set himself up to be this dividing figure in Ska (and raking in the profits for his band, if you ever see some snobby Ska fan wearing a patch that says &quot;I hate Reel Big Fish&quot; you should mock them because Aaron designed those and RBF sells them), but I digress. RBF is amazing to see live and if you&apos;re going to Warped tour this summer, you should go see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/9i0kneduss&quot;&gt;Sell Out&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/9sg5izx8gk&quot;&gt;Thank You For Not Moshing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Turn the Radio Off- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?ewk3yo0yndb&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?ewk3yo0yndb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Do They Rock So Hard- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?kuemtt1mht8&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?kuemtt1mht8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Less Than Jake&lt;/b&gt; It&apos;s possible you&apos;ve never heard of Less Than Jake, but if you&apos;re in bandom, this shouldn&apos;t be the case. HEY BANDOM FRIENDS! MEET PETE&apos;S BOSS! Yup, Vinnie, the frontman of LTJ is also the head of FBR, wacky world we live in, eh? Less Than Jake is still considered ska, even though they lost their horn players entirely. This saddens me and I can be snobby about them like you wouldn&apos;t believe. They have a ton of energy in their live shows though, A TON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/bsdk4zk00s&quot;&gt;Johnny Quest (Thinks We&apos;re Sellouts)&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/w9gqvxd448&quot;&gt;Never Going Back to New Jersey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Pezcore- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?gcjv8jsfurj&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?gcjv8jsfurj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing Streak- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?ezcybxnmkox&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?ezcybxnmkox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Operation Ivy&lt;/b&gt; This probably belongs elsewhere but there is no good reason for people who have even a passing interest in punk music not to know Op-Ivy. They have left a massive impact on the scene and their music is kind of ridiculously touching. Download it, seriously. (sidenote, Jepha and Branden of The Used both have &quot;Unity&quot; tattooed on their hands, this is after an Op-Ivy song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/q2v82xy4gk&quot;&gt;Unity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Energy- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?skiv0zcdcxm&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?skiv0zcdcxm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plea For Peace- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?mnnxy22oewm&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?mnnxy22oewm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sublime&lt;/b&gt; But seriously, guys, you own their self-titled, at least... right? Sublime was massively popular and on the verge of becoming the next big thing when frontman Bradley Nowell died of a heroin overdose before their third album was released. Their music is ska without horns and extremely listenable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/it3m02t1c8&quot;&gt;Seed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: 40 Oz. To Freedom- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?e1gy0ymsqtt&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?e1gy0ymsqtt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sublime- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?xy8smm1chvh&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?xy8smm1chvh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Save Ferris&lt;/b&gt; This is where I would have stuff on Save Ferris but Monique Powell is a douchey loser, and I&apos;m still extremely butthurt over their breakup/Monique not even showing up to the Save Eric show, so FU, Monique. (The fucking USED could come play the benefit for Eric and Monique couldn&apos;t? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;West Coast Third Wave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was actually a really nice segue into West Coast Third Wave, because West Coast Third Wave is nearly as incestuous as the Chicago scene and that&apos;s saying something. The thing is, most of this music comes from Orange County and all of them went to high school/toured/recorded together and so, they&apos;re all over the place. Now, in alphabetical order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Aquabats&lt;/b&gt; The Aquabats RULE FOREVER because of their live show. I&apos;m not even kidding, you will never see a show like theirs and I&apos;m not just saying that because they wear superhero uniforms and masks. The Aquabats entire schtick is that they&apos;re a superhero team and all of their songs reflect this level of ridiculousness. The Aquabats is made up almost entirely of Mormons and so, they&apos;re EXTREMELY kid friendly. It is not unusual to see 9 and 10 year old kids in the pit at an Aquabats show, dressed up like their favorite Aquabat. They are PURE FUN and don&apos;t want to be taken seriously at all. &lt;small&gt;(&lt;b&gt;*Little known fact, Travis Barker, of Blink-182 is the drummer on &lt;i&gt;Fury of the Aquabats&lt;/i&gt;, he performed with them under the superhero name The Baron Von Tito*&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/xx8asa3484&quot;&gt;The Giant Robot with the Bird-Like Head&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/1bixfxn0oc&quot;&gt;Super Rad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: The Fury of the Aquabats- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?th1xz9jtjlm&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?th1xz9jtjlm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aquabats vs. The Floating Eye of Death- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?by1m2p1zghz&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?by1m2p1zghz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asorted Jelly Beans&lt;/b&gt; These boys are from the Inland Empire, like me and so, I must represent hardcore for them. They&apos;re just as much fun and just as clearly influenced by the &quot;just have fun&quot; ska-punk style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/z8y0se8gso&quot;&gt;Wiggerside&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Assorted Jelley Beans- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?yzvdmzmahkw&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?yzvdmzmahkw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&apos;s Really Going On- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?pllvlnwxcmc&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?pllvlnwxcmc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Pete&apos;s Sake&lt;/b&gt; For Pete&apos;s Sake broke up almost as soon as their EP dropped, but I&apos;m including them because there is a massive dearth of female fronted ska in my collection and I think FPS had an amazing live show and were great with their fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/o3vx94kkk0&quot;&gt;Dave DeVaughn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Albums: For Pete&apos;s Sake- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?rttfyaigf21&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?rttfyaigf21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forces of Evil&lt;/b&gt; The Forces of Evil was a side project for Aaron Barrett that he put together during a break in touring for RBF. It consisted of members of RBF and what was left of Jeffries Fan Club (more on them later, OMFG JFC &amp;hearts;___&amp;hearts;). They were a ton of fun and Aaron got to write even more songs about being bitter and angry and girls not loving him... he came back from the break so much better, the side project was good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/n8bng9bi8s&quot;&gt;Angry Anthem&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/ck5dngvksg&quot;&gt;Dance the Night Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Friend or FOE- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?h4mm6y2yypv&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?h4mm6y2yypv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Song Obituary- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?z2zm5kw4j2m&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?z2zm5kw4j2m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Voted for Kodos&lt;/b&gt; I Voted for Kodos is technically from Wisconsin, I think, but it doesn&apos;t matter because all their influences are CLEARLY from West Coast 3rd Wave and they would bust their asses working for months on end so they could go on tour down in Southern California. Thusly, I count them in here. Also? They named themselves after The Simpsons, how can you not love that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/e6i68cdssk&quot;&gt;Not Penis Cream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Not Penis Cream- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?wsdafbydnsb&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?wsdafbydnsb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close Enough for Ska- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?gdx4lkecdz9&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?gdx4lkecdz9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Obsession- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?j1end1ztmgm&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?j1end1ztmgm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeffries Fan Club&lt;/b&gt; Jeffries Fan Club was probably the biggest part of my ska adolescence, I&apos;m not even kidding. I wore out my cassette I listened to it so much and to this day I get teary thinking about their reunion shows. They broke up to pursue school and because apparently most of the band couldn&apos;t handle going on stage unless they were drunk. I applaud this and buy my tickets WAY in advance every time they have a reunion (they did it for 5 and ten years, here&apos;s hoping for 15!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/sertztoo4k&quot;&gt;12&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/zkp1q650cc&quot;&gt;Rolled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Feelin&apos; Sorry for All the Hearts We&apos;ve Broken- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?encxjtw5lmm&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?encxjtw5lmm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin&apos; to Prove- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?wmir2nyjnc3&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?wmir2nyjnc3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RX Bandits&lt;/b&gt; This is back when they were the Pharmaceutical Bandits, before they officially changed their name to RX Bandits, changed their sound, signed to Drive-Thru and generally became one of the most hated bands on the ska scene. But the early DAYS! Oh, so much fun and here it is, all for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/t3872exkw8&quot;&gt;Teen Idol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Those Damn Bandits- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?vkojuzxjojs&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?vkojuzxjojs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skankin&apos; Pickle&lt;/b&gt; Skankin&apos; Pickle members went on to be in a bunch of other bands that I don&apos;t have albums from, but they were very influential and very silly. Their cover of &quot;Turning Japanese&quot; is not to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/2olrhkr4s8&quot;&gt;Turning Japanese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Fever- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?yinsg0zkd3t&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?yinsg0zkd3t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Along With Skankin&apos; Pickle- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?h1tveby4yib&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?h1tveby4yib&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starpool&lt;/b&gt; From the ashes of Save Ferris, Freakdaddy and the ska bits of No Doubt, came Starpool. I loved this band like burning and the lead singer used to call me &quot;their only fan&quot;. This is a LIE, they had tons of fans, I just happened to be at the front row, singing along to all of their songs for like, all of their shows (it&apos;s possible I stalked their live shows, what? It was high school, I had the time, ok?). They played with the Forces of Evil for the JFC reunion show and I seriously almost dehydrated that night from how much dancing I did. Anyway, the point is, Starpool rocks and anyone who says otherwise is a LIAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: PURE JOY, and also: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/uy3sw2v404&quot;&gt;Try Living in This World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Starpool EP- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?tneueimxzjr&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?tneueimxzjr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start Again &amp; Pump it Up- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?zefix21zjnp&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?zefix21zjnp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suburban Legends&lt;/b&gt; I was never the biggest fan of Suburban Legends, because of how I was a trufax snobby ska kid almost the entire time I was into ska and I resented the teenie girls who only liked Suburban Legends because the band members were cute (OH LOL, DO YOU SEE THE IRONY, FRIENDS?). But when I listen to them without anger and bitterness, it becomes apparent that they were a lot of fun and I maybe missed out on something when I was standing in stony silence, purposefully not having fun during their sets. Point is, choreographed dance moves aside, Suburban Legends ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/uarcm62pwg&quot;&gt;High Fives to All the Guys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Original Edition- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?yom9yjjrzmo&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?yom9yjjrzmo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rump Shaker- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?snnyldcim8a&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?snnyldcim8a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Like Nobody&apos;s Watching- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?xsl2sdr0n1k&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?xsl2sdr0n1k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suburban Rhythm&lt;/b&gt; They get namechecked a LOT in West Coast 3rd Wave and Aaron might have stolen some of the tracks on Turn the Radio Off from them. They influenced 3rd Wave ska a lot and pretty much everyone who was ever in a band in the OC 3rd Wave scene tried out/played in Suburban Rhythm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/1z3mov668k&quot;&gt;18 Inch Ruler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Suburban Rhythm- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?n0g2mg4rnrs&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?n0g2mg4rnrs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Hippos&lt;/b&gt; Oh how I LOVE The Hippos. So much fun and so much entertainment! They broke up but it was like, amicably and without hate! Also, they used to be an FBR band, yeah, that&apos;s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/ogcg2qfks8&quot;&gt;Paulina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Heads Are Gonna Roll- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?ytm4sljtny4&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?ytm4sljtny4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the World- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?yk0gneex1t2&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?yk0gneex1t2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;East Coast Third Wave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as I like to call it &quot;Actual Talent and some trufax DIVA attitudes&quot;. East Coast 3rd Wave is more serious business than West Coast Ska. There is less of that &quot;laid back, surfer, skateboarder, let&apos;s get stoned and then write music&quot;- edge to it. I don&apos;t know how to describe it but there is something VERY West Coast about West Coast 3rd Wave, yk? Anyway, aside from being more serious, East Coast 3rd Wave has like, talent. The musicians are talented and the lyrics are intelligent and seriously, it&apos;s wacky how good they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Planet Smasher&lt;/b&gt; The Planet Smasher are not an example of srs bzns though, because they are the farthest thing from srs bzns there is. The Planet Smashers hail from Montreal (that&apos;s Canada) and as such, speak French! This is mostly useless information, but let it be known, the Planet Smashers are hilarious drunks and make adorkable DVDs about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/f8mlme84ko&quot;&gt;Super Orgy Porno Party&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/472was9gck&quot;&gt;J&apos;aime ta femme (i like your girl)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Attack of the Planet Smashers- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?nwdtnnmyymm&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?nwdtnnmyymm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?mbdedtlymel&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?mbdedtlymel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Self Control- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?tk0cdo0at8z&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?tk0cdo0at8z&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Planet Smashers- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?jcdg8bzhiwl&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?jcdg8bzhiwl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big D and the Kids Table&lt;/b&gt; Big D and the Kids Table is so much fun live that I can&apos;t articulate it. The lead singer likes to crowd surf and they let fans come up to sing along and really, MADE OF WIN. The albums themselves are awesome and their videos are even more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/dp0suu9og8&quot;&gt;5 Kids Down&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/eiq48y98og&quot;&gt;LAX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Good Luck- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?m4mqbdqwehj&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?m4mqbdqwehj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How It Goes- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?yo6qaeyymtv&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?yo6qaeyymtv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Toasters&lt;/b&gt; The Toasters have been around forever and have had a HUGE influence on 3rd Wave. There is some controversy surrounding them (something about embezzlement?) but since I don&apos;t know anything about money, I can&apos;t detail details. Their music is really good though and I kind of love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/2rxvdxr5wo&quot;&gt;Weekend in LA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Skaboom- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?ag2h5mddcn1&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?ag2h5mddcn1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dub 56- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?wm9ykoynxx9&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?wm9ykoynxx9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part kind of runs into each other, because of DRAMA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catch-22/Streetlight Manifesto/Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution&lt;/b&gt; Okay so, Catch-22 started when Tomas Kalnoky joined up with Chris Greer to form the band. Their first album &quot;Keasbey Nights&quot; was written pretty much entirely by Tomas and when he left to pursue his education the band continued and replaced a bajillion members. They put out another album and it was good but not nearly as good as Keasbey Nights. Then Tomas and like, 3 other original members of Catch-22 start up the Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution and they release a redone version of &quot;Dear Sergio&quot; (which is one of the tracks on Keasbey Nights). Catch-22 stops playing Dear Sergio. Tomas asked them to stop playing his music, because Keasbey Nights was his, not theirs. They don&apos;t, so Tomas and his new band, Streetlight Manifesto, re-release Keasbey Nights, as played by them. IT&apos;S EPIC AND PASSIVE AGRESSIVE AND TOMAS KALNOKY, YOU PISSY BITCH!!! There are also some thinly veiled insults to each other in the lyrics for Streetlight&apos;s &quot;Everything Goes Numb&quot; and Catch-22&apos;s &quot;Dinosaur Sounds&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the rivalry is over but it was hilarious while it lasted. Bone hard medical fact: Tomas Kalnoky is an actualfax musical genius (I don&apos;t say that about any other ska artist, he is brilliant and I&apos;m constantly taken aback by what he creates for Streetlight. If you want to piss off a ska fan, tell them Tomas is a hack, they&apos;ll stomp you.). DOWNLOAD THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catch-22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/bsy3xuao0s&quot;&gt;Keasbey Nights&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/1voayqg0kw&quot;&gt;What Goes Around Comes Around&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Keasbey Nights- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?zzzx1yxzzm6&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?zzzx1yxzzm6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a Crowd- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?gzjqry0zem1&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?gzjqry0zem1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/6zpnxbscok&quot;&gt;Dear Sergio:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: A Call to Arms- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?2gmyau1gsim&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?2gmyau1gsim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Streetlight Manifesto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/lnjqdheogk&quot;&gt;A Better Place, A Better Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: Everything Goes Numb- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?ezg3ydmkx01&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?ezg3ydmkx01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keasbey Nights- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?hxwxyy9c2pi&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?hxwxyy9c2pi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the Between- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?cynzr1fyxn8&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?cynzr1fyxn8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;It didn&apos;t fit anywhere else&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These first two are technically West Coast 3rd Wave, but I prefer to think of them as MexiSkaCore. There is a very clear mariachi influence on their sound and they have a seriously latino sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voodoo Glow Skulls&lt;/b&gt; Some people don&apos;t like them, and I can understand that, but they WIN FOREVER and I love them and they are SO GOOD LIVE! Their frontman, Frank used to set this little statue on fire during El Coo Coi and had to stop because he nearly set Chain Reaction on fire. So much energy and they have the hardest working horn section EVER. They&apos;re lyrics are a mixture of English and Spanish, but are mostly in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/7poj0i144w&quot;&gt;Steady As She Goes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/tqvuw17484&quot;&gt;El Coo Coi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: Firme- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?ksjfnrddx39&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?ksjfnrddx39&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Geek Mafia- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?yxadsly04ye&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?yxadsly04ye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady As She Goes- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?1mjz0xlbwig&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?1mjz0xlbwig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adicción, Tradición, Revolución- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?yxdhczwhgm0&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?yxdhczwhgm0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Banda Skalavera&lt;/b&gt; The lead singer of La Banda used to laugh to himself because of my fail!dancing, I tried to buy him a drink once and he declined because I was like, 16 at the time and he was 22. For this alone I would love La Banda but their music is SO GOOD OMG! Their lyrics are entirely in Spanish, so I have no idea what they&apos;re about (mostly, I get the vague idea, but not the specifics) but I used to know all the words phonetically because the music was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.box.net/shared/tvojco8pw0&quot;&gt;No Esta Mal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums: No Esta Mal- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?v1m29tgn3um&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?v1m29tgn3um&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Aggrolites&lt;/b&gt; The Aggrolites wouldn&apos;t be happy in being included on this list because they refer to themselves as reggae and this is true, they are, but... they play at a lot of ska shows so I&apos;ll call them what I want, ok? The Aggrolites have a crazy live show, the members put everything they have into it (their guitarist snapped a string and it cut his calluses open and he played the whole show anyway, didn&apos;t even stop for a bandaid.) I once got to go onstage to play tambourine because their small percussion instruments girl was playing like three instruments. I made up a part and she was all impressed. She was also HOT, this is not important though. If you are going to Warped tour, you need to go see them perform, it&apos;s amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Sound Like:&lt;br /&gt;Albums: The Aggrolites- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?nomtctgmdd2&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?nomtctgmdd2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggae Hit LA- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?hjnmelxzghh&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?hjnmelxzghh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Reggae- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?0xjwtzyttyu&quot;&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/?0xjwtzyttyu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that&apos;s ska, good ska and I hope you like it?</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:26:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>that&apos;s a fuckload of words.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;+5&quot;&gt;25,000 WORDS!!! WTAF?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to get that out guys, now I go to take a midterm. Wish me luck, that Plato bitch is going DOWN!</description>
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  <lj:music>The Cab- Zzzz</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 16:29:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My list of shit wot needs doing</title>
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  <description>1. SC! (I owe ALL of you your SC stuff, I am SOOOOO sorry but I am working on all of it, SWEAR!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Research Paper Proposal&lt;br /&gt;3. Response Paper #1 for polisci 156&lt;br /&gt;4. Response Paper #2 for polisci 156&lt;br /&gt;5. Study for polisci 115 midterm&lt;br /&gt;6. Work on Boywives&lt;br /&gt;7. Work on all the Used fic I have planned&lt;br /&gt;8. Make more icons&lt;br /&gt;9. Do the dishes&lt;br /&gt;10. Buy novelty flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;11. Make birthday card&lt;br /&gt;12. Jumper AU&lt;br /&gt;13. Keep up on my reading for class (fell behind last week, not a good idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Passover to the Jews on my flist! People should remind me to get this shit done. Like for serious.</description>
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  <lj:music>POSC 156</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2008 11:57:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sin City isn&apos;t what I expected/William Beckett, wtaf?</title>
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  <description>So I&apos;m in Vegas and really not drunk. It&apos;s going way, WAY better than &lt;a href=&quot;http://just-katarin.livejournal.com/72019.html&quot;&gt;my last&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://just-katarin.livejournal.com/72345.html&quot;&gt;family vacation&lt;/a&gt; type thing. What&apos;s worse, I hear MCR is doing a show at the Hard Rock on Sunday and I&apos;m fucking leaving Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other developments, I&apos;ve heard the tragic news about William&apos;s hair and have decided to take this not as a tragedy, (though, William, way to make me think thoughts about &lt;a href=&quot;http://vange.livejournal.com/95516.html&quot;&gt;you and the Tenth Doctor&lt;/a&gt;) instead I have decided to tinhat it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clearly, &lt;b&gt;CLEARLY&lt;/b&gt;, William feels awful that he can&apos;t do anything to help Travis right now. He&apos;s very busy what with the new record and not having a nervous breakdown (his super secret New Year&apos;s resolution that only Siska and Siska&apos;s cats know about). So clearly, since this is taking up all of his time, he&apos;s decided to cut his hair as a show of support and solidarity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William likely sat in the stylist&apos;s chair and thought about how it was really just a metaphor for wanting to start over, be a new person. New record, new tour, new William Beckett, like he could shed excess baggage with the excess inches (he then wrote all of that down because it was kind of good and he could maybe work that into a song).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis saw the pictures and, because he&apos;s Travis and &lt;b&gt;knows&lt;/b&gt; William, immediately gets the metaphor inherent to a haircut and txts him &lt;i&gt;this mean ur tetotaling w/ me on Warped?&lt;/i&gt; and William had to excuse himself from the studio for an extended bathroom break because he refuses to cry in front of everyone again. So he spends 10 minutes freaking out in the bathroom because on the one hand, he can&apos;t go that long without drinking and on the other, you don&apos;t back out of helping a friend who&apos;s getting their life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Travis calls back &quot;Are you still freaking out? Didn&apos;t you make a resolution not to have another breakdown?&quot; and William makes a mental note to spank Siska for telling even after swearing a blood oath not to. &quot;Chill Billvy, I&apos;m fucking with you. Also, I hope your hair grows back a bit before we&apos;re on tour because I&apos;d have a little problem fucking you when you look about 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William will be a good person and not make the obvious joke about Gabe loving him either way and they go on to talk about what William&apos;s been doing while he was to busy to call Travis. Ok, so there&apos;s some guilting in there too, because Travis is hoping for some phone sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that&apos;s the &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; reason Billvy&apos;s hair is so, so short.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 04:45:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>meme! because who needs to study or sleep?</title>
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  <description>Stolen from &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;technosage&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://technosage.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://technosage.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;technosage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) Make a list of 15 characters and assign each character a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Without telling anyone who&apos;s on the list or the character&apos;s assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they&apos;d like to know about them, i.e. &quot;If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Post the list of characters and answers to the questions.&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Cobra Starship- Prostitution is the World&apos;s Oldest Profession</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 21:45:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Brendon Urie, how do you even exist? or NO, I will NOT be writing Panicpile Mpreg.</title>
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  <description>So, there&apos;s something that&apos;s been plaguing me lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So unless you&apos;ve been under a rock the last year or so, you know that there&apos;s this band called Panic at the Disco. Panic at the Disco is: &lt;a href=&quot;http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/2238/bdenpeaceva4.png&quot;&gt;Brendon Urie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/6665/jwalkrocksoundyn7.jpg&quot;&gt;Jon Walker&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/7116/ryrostonedhippieka0.jpg&quot;&gt;Ryan Ross&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://img407.imageshack.us/img407/5977/spencersmithwhitehoodieyn9.jpg&quot;&gt;Spencer Smith&lt;/a&gt; &lt;small&gt;(who doesn&apos;t actually look like that anymore but sadly, all my pictures are from his lesbian phase)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the first thing to know about Panic, is of course, that they&apos;re all adorable and really, really gay. I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/4150/panicrudolphgrouptz1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/8938/panicumwhatgroupol7.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gay, they can&apos;t be assed to PRETEND to be interested in hot swimsuit models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we know that! We all know how gay Panic is. The next thing to know (which, I think most of us do?) is that the four of them are having &lt;a href=&quot;http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/2649/panicdatinggroupvr6.jpg&quot;&gt;SO&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/3570/ot4ha3.jpg&quot;&gt;MUCH&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/5097/ot4againke3.jpg&quot;&gt;SEX.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/992/ot4snugglerz6.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still with me? Ok good, because you see... I think we might have some WONDERFUL news here. I&apos;ve been following all of the press the boys have been doing for the new record and... well, I&apos;ll let this picture show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i26.tinypic.com/11wbs3k.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, go ahead and scroll back to the waistline area and I think you&apos;ll get what I&apos;m trying to say. You guys, OMG you guys, BRENDON IS GOING TO HAVE A BAAAAAAAAABY! Look! Just LOOK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, remember what I was saying about all of the sex the four of them were having? Together? Well, there&apos;s no way Brendon knows who the baby daddy is. And you GUYS! What if he doesn&apos;t care? What if NONE of them care? What if the Panic boys are all set to raise &lt;b&gt;their&lt;/b&gt; baby as a group? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really, Brendon doesn&apos;t want to know who the biological father it because the baby&apos;s &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; fathers are him and Spencer and Ryan and Jon and nothing is going to change that. And he tells them that, touching his belly and grinning softly to himself and even though he was just having a panic attack less than ten minutes ago, all four of them smile goofily at each other and agree that they won&apos;t bother with anything silly like a paternity test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that should be it right? I had this random, weird idea based on one picture of Brendon but now I don&apos;t have to look at the picture and it&apos;s all ok now. Except... EVERY DAMNED PICTURE AND INTERVIEW MAKES ME THINK ABOUT BRENDON AND HIS BABBY! I will demonstrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/2725/49412019ab8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, hobviously, what is going on here is that Brendon&apos;s started noticing things, little things at first like how he can&apos;t stop throwing up in the mornings and how he&apos;s suddenly eating meat all the time and also things that are weird for non vegetarians like strawberries with cheez wiz and pickles and peanut butter. And then there&apos;s the mood swings, which he didn&apos;t think of as mood swings so much as the occasional need to throw heavy objects at Spencer and Ryan and Jon until they stopped being horrible by asking why he ate the last poptart or if they could change the channel away from Family Guy. He didn&apos;t think of them as mood swings until he threw Ryan&apos;s iPod at Spencer when Spencer asks if his feet are getting bigger or something when he notices Brendon can&apos;t get his shoes on. Brendon throws the iPod at Spencer&apos;s face and shouts at him about how his feet and ankles are just a little swollen and he should stop being such a douche and how he&apos;s never getting laid ever, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that&apos;s how he figures it out, because he&apos;s seen enough movies and sitcoms to know what weird cravings, morning sickness, swollen feet and mood swings all mean. So, one embarrassing trip a drug store later, he has a pregnancy test (and some really &lt;b&gt;pretty&lt;/b&gt; air freshener things that light up in different colors that Ryan is just going to LOVE). And he knows he can&apos;t do it on his own, just the idea of locking himself in the bathroom for the entire 15 minutes it takes the test to work (15 minutes? it might as well be a MILLION. What sadists invented something that takes that long to tell you if you&apos;re knocked up or not?) is blindingly scary to him. Brendon doesn&apos;t like to be alone and he likes being alone with his problems even less. Besides, what&apos;s the point of having 3 boyfriend type people if you&apos;re just going to have to be alone when you might be pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this is obviously the three of them sitting in the their hotel room, waiting for the test to finish, kind of on edge and likely all silently freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/1430/borchard006fm6.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the way they&apos;re all leaning into Brendon? All three of them, they&apos;re sort of curling protectively around Brendon because Brendon&apos;s unhappy and other than candy, the fastest way to cheer Brendon up is to just be close to him. See, when they were getting ready for this shoot, one of the wardrobe people (who Spencer will likely be firing and making cry before the day is out) laughed while she was finding a larger pair of jeans for Brendon to wear and patted his tummy before handing him a big jacket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Looks like someone&apos;s going to have to hit the gym,&quot; she&apos;d said and Brendon&apos;s face had fallen and he hasn&apos;t said a word since. They take five after the first round of pictures and Jon magics some licorice out of nowhere and Brendon takes it but he&apos;s still frowning when he takes his first bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;She said I was getting fat,&quot; he says miserably around the red vine. &quot;I&apos;m going to get even fatter and our fans will hate me and so will you.&quot; And they&apos;re all suckers for Brendon, especially when he&apos;s pouting and his mouth is stained red from candy so they all rush to assure him that isn&apos;t true. They they&apos;re going to be a family and that they&apos;ll love him no matter what. Brendon&apos;s happier after that, but they&apos;re all certain to keep close anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=172LFyXpZ58&quot;&gt;As a friend of mine put it &lt;i&gt;Brendon Urie, hunched over in a giant jacket and looking vaguely seasick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor, poor Brendon. Promo for the new album is so grueling because he has to be up early and somehow manage to get dressed and into makeup for interviews and signings and everything else that promo entails all while he&apos;s busy being violently ill. He clings to the counters in the bathroom and curses all of them, pissed as hell that he can&apos;t drink coffee (It&apos;s as bad as being back in the CHURCH again! No booze, no smoking, no weed, no caffeine, he can&apos;t even have sushi if he wants it! Which he doesn&apos;t, because he&apos;s going right back to being a vegetarian once the damn baby stops making him eat meat) and making them all suffer for it. So yes, he&apos;s maybe a little less cheery than usual and there&apos;s not enough make-up in the world to make him look like he isn&apos;t about to be sick, but so what? He&apos;s having a baby, he&apos;s ENTITLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought the picture had finally come that would end up being the poison pill to my insane obsession. I figured, &quot;no way does THAT translate to panicpile mpreg!&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/4625/panicboysxw9.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was clearly LIES AND FALSEFAX! Because do you see what I see? Some might just see Brendon&apos;s bellybutton or Ryan&apos;s cartwheel or even Jon&apos;s flip flops. Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see is Jon and Spencer both watching Brendon very closely, concerned and worried because someone in Brendon&apos;s condition should &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; be doing acrobatics and Brendon should know better. Ryan sees the furtive looks Spencer and Jon are sending each other and takes it upon himself to distract the photographer. He shouts for his attention and starts doing a cartwheel he knows will end up with him on his ass and when he looks over, Spencer is whispering in Brendon&apos;s ear and Brendon&apos;s eyes are going wide and Jon&apos;s patting his arm, like they understand and aren&apos;t mad but please GOD, don&apos;t do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, anyway. That&apos;s the idea that I am EXORCISING by making this post. In the vague hope that if I say I&apos;m done with it here, it won&apos;t turn into something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Ryland Blackinton how are you real? And OMG, Patrick&apos;s collaboration with the Roots is my new favorite thing ever.</description>
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  <title>the last good thing about this part of town | Fic | Bandom- Fall Out Boy  part 2/2</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; the last good thing about this part of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Pete/Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 15,333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Fresh out of college, Pete Wentz is Patrick’s new Government teacher. That would be fine except they’re still Pete and Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks:&lt;/b&gt; To &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;loveyouallwrong&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://loveyouallwrong.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://loveyouallwrong.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;loveyouallwrong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;technosage&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://technosage.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://technosage.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;technosage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;xanphibian&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xanphibian.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://xanphibian.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;xanphibian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;myaurasmiles&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://myaurasmiles.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://myaurasmiles.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;myaurasmiles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for letting me ramble and snippet and freak out all over them. HUGE thanks to my fantastic beta &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;longtime_lurker&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://longtime-lurker.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://longtime-lurker.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;longtime_lurker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and also to everyone who encouraged me through this, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; This is a schoolteacher! au, meaning Pete is Patrick’s teacher and they have a relationship anyway. It’s still the same age difference as it is in canon so Pete’s 23 and Patrick’s 17 but if teacher/student squicks you, walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://just-katarin.livejournal.com/113137.html&quot;&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On Monday Pete’s busy setting something up before class and they don’t get a chance to talk. It’s the same story on Tuesday and pretty much every single day of the week after that.  Patrick’s on edge and when he shows up for Government Club on Thursday night and Pete’s the one driving the van, separated from the rest of them by a bucket seat and miles and miles of mental distance, he’s ready to kick Pete’s ass.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They had a test this week, which means Pete will be staying late to grade papers, and maybe school isn’t the best place to have this conversation but Patrick’s never prided himself on being smart, so he goes anyway.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pete looks startled when Patrick comes into the room. He rearranges some papers, turns to him with his Teacher Smile and asks, “Something I can help you with, Patrick?”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “I wanted to talk to you and seeing as you’re determined to never look at me again, I figured this might be my only chance.” Ordinarily, Patrick would have one hip up against Pete’s desk, leaning into his space and leaving stealth post-its for Pete to smile over later. Ordinarily though, he wouldn’t be talking to Pete about them having sex in Pete’s car this weekend, so he’s mostly flying blind.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pete sets down his purple inkpen and turns to him. Patrick’s never seen him look so closed-off before. “Look, Patrick, I appreciate you not reporting me to the police, but we need to step away from each other, okay?  This isn’t right and you know that and we have to stop.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Why? I mean, I understand that we can’t go on dates or be together like that, not while you’re still my teacher, but Pete, you’re my best friend. I can talk to you about anything. I don’t want to lose that.” He sounds petulant, like the child he isn’t, and he can’t blame Pete for rolling his eyes at him.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “I know that, trust me, I know all of that, okay? But this is… this is completely inappropriate and it’s not just about Saturday, it’s &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. This has been out of hand for a long time and I’m taking back control before I end up in fucking prison, Patrick.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “But you won’t! I looked it up and the age of consent in Illinois is 17, regardless of our genders and-“  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Oh, well then I take it all back. I’m so relieved to know you can work a Yahoo! search. Whatever was I thinking, let’s fuck!” Pete interrupts with a bitchy, condescending look in his eyes and Patrick has to admit that he’s never been less attracted to him than he is right now.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You are such an &lt;b&gt;asshole&lt;/b&gt;!  Why am I even bothering?” He steps closer to Pete, emphasizing his point by poking him in the chest. “You’re an immature dickhead.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “And you&apos;re just some dumb kid with a ridiculous crush,” Pete fires right back, and Patrick shoves him into his desk.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “And you’re just a quitter who’s too afraid of failure to ever go for what he wants.” It’s too much and Patrick wants to take it back as soon as he says it, because Pete’s clearly really fucking pissed off to hear it - he pushes against Patrick’s chest and Patrick would be falling on his ass right now if it weren’t for the fact that he’s grabbing Pete’s arms and leaning in to kiss him.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The crazy thing is that Pete lets him. Pete not only lets Patrick kiss him, he tangles his fingers in Patrick’s hair and pulls him closer. It kind of hurts, because Pete’s not bothering to be nice about it, tugging on his hair and squeezing his hip hard enough to bruise. And Patrick’s fucking determined not to have a repeat of Saturday, not to have to drive all the way home with cold, wet jeans, so he reaches for Pete’s zipper.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It’s a lot smoother than he thought it would be, the teeth of Pete’s zipper parting and the top button popping off easily. And then he’s reaching into Pete’s boxer-briefs and wrapping his fingers around his cock. Skin to skin and Pete’s so hard, filling his hand and Patrick’s knuckles are dragging across Pete’s tattoo. He’s had wet dreams that were just like this but none of them could compare to the way Pete smells, the way he tastes when he shoves his tongue back into Patrick’s mouth.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Need to, &lt;b&gt;fuck, Patrick&lt;/b&gt;,” Pete groans, thrusting his hips into Patrick’s touch, fucking his fist and for a few blissful seconds Patrick thinks he’s going to come in his pants. But Pete pulls him close and turns him around, pushing Patrick back into his desk so hard he winces with it before Pete drops to his knees.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick doesn’t believe it, he knows Pete is on his knees, knows Pete is pulling down his zipper, can feel warm breath across his groin but none of that really sinks in until Pete’s mouth is wrapped around him. Patrick bites his lip and tries to stop himself from thrusting forward but it’s &lt;b&gt;Pete&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Pete’s mouth&lt;/b&gt; and it’s a completely lost battle.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pete doesn’t seem to mind: he’s squeezing one of Patrick’s hips and pushing him back into the desk hard enough that Patrick knows there is going to be an impressive bruise there later. He moans when Patrick’s hips buck forward, eyes squeezing shut and Patrick can see his shoulder tensing and-  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Holy fuck are you jerking off?” and maybe Patrick didn’t mean to say that out loud, but he &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;. Pete Wentz is moaning around his cock and jerking himself off like this is the best porn ever. Patrick can handle being pushed around and kissed and then sucked off but as soon as he thinks about Pete touching himself, fingers wrapped around his cock and stroking in time to the rhythm of his mouth, it’s too much. He squeezes his eyes shut and comes, groaning Pete’s name. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There’s nothing then but the sound of the two of them breathing. Patrick waits for his heart to slow back down to a reasonable thump, one hand resting on top of Pete’s head, fingers tangled in his hair. Pete hasn’t moved. His forehead is pressed to Patrick’s hip, breath harsh and ragged, like he’s just run a mile.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Pete,” Patrick says, voice soft and his hand softer against the side of Pete’s face, but Pete isn’t having any of it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You get it now, right?” Pete asks, voice fucked, and Patrick has to admit it’s not a bad point. They’re in Pete’s classroom; Patrick’s desk is maybe 12 feet away and the door isn’t even locked. Anyone could have come in, anyone can still walk in. It’s stupid, so, so stupid. “I… I think it might be best if we didn’t see each other anymore.”   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There’s something wet against his hip, falling onto his jeans, and he knows it’s Pete crying. He doesn’t want to mention it because he knows Pete is serious about them not seeing each other and this might be his last chance to just listen to Pete breathe, feel the heat of Pete&apos;s skin against his own. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then Pete’s pushing away from him, standing and wiping a hand over his eyes like Patrick doesn’t know there are tear tracks running down his face. His eyes are red-rimmed and Patrick just &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; Pete’s not done thinking about this, not done beating himself up over it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “I should report this,” Pete says in that same fucked-raw voice and Patrick just shakes his head. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “I &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt;, I’m taking advantage of you and I’m about to ask you to quit a club you love because I don’t trust myself not to beg you to let me blow you if I have to see you that often.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “I only joined because of you,” Patrick admits and at Pete’s disbelieving look he shrugs. “I mean it, Government Club, the registration drive, it was all about having something to talk about with you. You completely fell for my cunning plan to make you like me.”   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You spent over 40 hours doing community service this semester so I’d like you? I hate to break it to you, but wherever you get dating advice from, you should consider looking elsewhere.” And Pete sounds better now at least, even if they both know he isn’t.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Are you telling me Cosmo’s &lt;i&gt;How to land that inappropriate office romance without him thinking you’re easy&lt;/i&gt; is unsound relationship advice? Color me shocked.” Patrick grins at Pete then and it makes him feel better about this.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “So I guess… I won’t see you around?” Pete asks and Patrick steps forward, invading the space Pete’s been putting between them to hug him. Pete hugs him back, squeezing tight and burying his face against Patrick’s neck and Patrick tries to memorize the way this feels, being so close to Pete, being held by Pete. He misses it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On Monday he hangs back after English with Joe, listens to him talk about the show he went to this weekend and the new girl he’s dating (they all sucked even worse than Patrick’s band and her name is Marie and she’s so superior to the likes of Stacy there is no way to compare them). He walks to class like a normal person, waving hello to some people he knows and grabbing a soda from the machines near Pete’s room.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He sits in his seat and spends the period taking notes and writing music, like he does in every other class. He knows he’s still watching Pete more than he should, but he can’t help it. There’s something tight in Pete’s jaw, tension so obvious he might as well have one of those cartoon throbbing veins drawn on his temple. Pete looks at him exactly once before shifting his attention to someone else.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He tells his band some bullshit lie about wanting to spend more time with school and not being able to handle all of his commitments and they all grin and punch his arm and tell him to quit being such a fucking liar. They take him to dinner at IHOP and Patrick learns that apparently there was a pool on how long it was going to take Patrick to kick them to the curb and Anthony, their bassist (who is worse than Pete, so, so much worse, &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; how was he in a band with someone worse than Pete? He’s cringing now) won it all.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “We never thought you’d stick it out with us this long, Patrick, you have like, talent.” And Patrick kind of wishes he’d been nicer about how much his band sucked because clearly he’d made this opinion clear to the rest of them and they’re nice enough not to hold it against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe takes Patrick out for his birthday, confirming Patrick&apos;s suspicion that they&apos;re more than just acquaintances now. They go to a show and the bands are all surprisingly decent. What’s even more decent is the fact that all of Joe’s friends without big black X’s on their hands are more than willing to keep buying drinks for the birthday boy. Patrick loses count somewhere along the way and when Joe takes his keys, he doesn’t think to argue.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe’s driving him home and it’s really, really fucking late but it’s a Saturday and his birthday and his mom told him to have a good time so he’s not that worried about going home.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Oh shit! Patrick, we almost forgot!” Joe executes a James Bond style U-Turn and Patrick is still sober enough to be grateful for how drunk he is because normally he’d have a death grip on his seatbelt and he’d be flipping his shit. They end up in a liquor store parking lot, Joe grinning hugely at the flickering &lt;i&gt;OPEN 24 Hours&lt;/i&gt; in the front window.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Huh?” Patrick asks, blinking up at the store blearily and ignoring the way his heart jumps into his throat at the sight of ugly fluorescent lighting reflecting off the dashboard. Once does not a Pavlovian response make and maybe someday soon Patrick will write sad, sappy love songs about dashboard reflections and the taste of cheap coffee but for now, Joe probably doesn’t want to hear it.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You’re eighteen, man, and you haven’t bought any porn or lottery tickets!” It makes a perverse kind of sense and Joe’s actually sober so Patrick climbs out of the car and trudges behind Joe into the store. Joe leads him straight to the racks of magazines, holding him up in front of the bins with black paper obscuring the covers before shuffling off.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick picks up one at random, giving a silent cheer when leaning forward doesn’t cause him to topple over.  He wanders over to the checkout counter and peers through the plexiglass at the lotto tickets. He points to the ones he wants, not entirely certain he could manage the word “scratcher” in his current state, and puts his skin mag on the counter.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He pays without getting carded (which was the entire point) and he’s pouting by the counter when Joe shows back up in his line of vision. He has a hot cup of coffee and a giant bottle of water and Patrick knows he should thank him but all he wants to do is cry.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He climbs back into the car and clutches the hot cup in his hands. It even smells the same, cheap and heavy and full of caffeine. The only thing that&apos;s missing is Pete. They scratch his tickets and to no one’s great surprise, Patrick isn’t a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Morning, sunshine!” Joe calls him at what feels like ridiculously early on Sunday afternoon considering he knows exactly how drunk Patrick was. Patrick curses into his phone, fumbling for his glasses and managing to knock over the giant water bottle Joe bought him, a lamp and his alarm clock in the process. Joe just fucking laughs, because he is a traitor and Patrick was wrong, wrong, &lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt; about them being friends of any sort.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “What the fuck are you doing calling me at-“ He rolls over to look at his alarm clock on the floor. “Holy shit, it’s 3?” Joe laughs again and Patrick desperately wishes to reach through the phone to choke him. “It’s still too early, fucker.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “I was just wondering if there was something you wanted to tell me,” and Joe’s voice is too amused for his own good.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Huh?” Patrick never claimed to be at his most brilliant just after waking up with a hangover.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Your reading material from last night?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick feels around on his bed until he feels the glossy pages of his skin mag. When he picks it up and sets it in his lap, there’s a naked guy staring back at him. “Oh… huh.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe should &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; be laughing at that, it’s not funny. “Are you telling me you bought gay porn on accident?” and no matter how hungover Patrick is, he would recognize Joe making fun of him.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You’re not my friend anymore,” he says, flipping open the magazine and most assuredly not looking for any spreads that look like Pete. “I’m officially demoting you back to ‘that guy who sits next to me in English’ for the rest of forever.” He finds one near the middle, some thin twentysomething with dark hair and dark eyes that smolder intensely up at him from the page.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His tattoos are all wrong though and the bronze color of his skin is the obvious result of tanning and Patrick’s throat tickles just a bit suddenly. He knows that’s a sign that he should close the magazine and never look at it again, porn isn’t supposed to make him this unhappy but he can’t help it. He jerks off almost every night to thoughts of Pete’s mouth and Pete’s smile and the way he laughed with his entire face. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You were so drunk,” Joe needlessly tells him, clearly ignoring the fact that Patrick isn’t going to be his friend anymore. When he’s not hungover and in a mood for murder any longer, Patrick will appreciate that.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Yeah, I can figure that much out for myself, Trohman.” God, he needs to brush his teeth.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You actually asked me to join your shitty band. I almost died laughing,” and that’s not funny, because Patrick means that, entirely.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “I’m not in the shitty band anymore, I don’t have any band. I’m… I do actually want to be in a band, we should be that kind of friends, the type that are in bands together.” It’s not smooth or even all that inviting considering he’s just spent the last five minutes bitching at him, but either Joe’s going to say yes or he’ll say no, it won’t matter how much Patrick’s just bitched him out.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Does this mean we’re frieeeeeeeeeeeends again, Patrick?” Joe’s voice is high and nasally but that’s definitely a yes, no doubt in Patrick’s mind. “I don’t know what I’d do if Patrick Stump wasn’t friends with me anymore.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You are still an asshole, but yes, if you will be in a band with me, I will ignore that and be your friend forever, we’ll have slumber parties even,” and Patrick’s smiling now because he has Joe fucking Trohman in his band.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You’re such a sweet talker, who could turn down slumber parties? So who else is in our band?” And the fact that their band consists of him and Joe is maybe something he should have said before. But it’s too late, Joe said yes and Patrick considers that very, very binding.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “It’s pretty much just you and me right now,” he tells him and he can almost hear Joe’s answering grin through the phone line.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Awesome, I always wanted to be the talent in a band,” he says.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Oh fuck you!” Patrick answers, rolling out of bed. He pulls on jeans and heads for the bathroom, insulting Joe the whole time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick rides the high of Joe being in a band with him for what’s left of the afternoon. Just before dinner he thinks &lt;i&gt;I’ll have to tell Pete on Monday, he’ll be so-&lt;/i&gt; before cutting himself off. He focuses on breathing for a second, refusing to cry over this, especially just before dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick does not want to go to prom. He has never had any plans to ever go to his prom. When he’s a big celebrity, he has plans to do a music video about how much prom sucks, maybe he’ll even write a song.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Despite all of this, Joe talks him into going anyway. There are other people there that he knows, people he’s seen around and people he’s friendly with. He even dances with some of the girls, albeit awkwardly because Patrick always feels like everyone is watching him when he’s on the dance floor.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Point is, he’s hardly a wallflower and it’s not like he’s all by himself crying in a corner. It still sucks, it’s lame and expensive and why the hell anyone would think a nice hotel and some fancy clothes would cover up the fact that it’s still the same assholes they go to school with everyday&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then he looks across the room at just the wrong time and catches sight of Pete. He’s wearing a dark suit and it’s nice, looks good on him. If he’s honest with himself, Pete looks fantastic and something about the way his suit is cut shows off his body and makes Patrick &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; with such sudden intensity he has to sit down for a second. Then Pete throws his head back to laugh at something one of the other chaperones said and Patrick gives up on breathing at all because Pete looks like such a fucking dork when he laughs like that and he’s drawn a bartskull on his lame chaperone nametag.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He’s so beautiful and so &lt;i&gt;Pete&lt;/i&gt; and Patrick needs to be somewhere that’s else or he’s going to make a scene. He gets up and heads for the exit, breathing only once he’s outside. It’s a blissfully cool night, damp in a way that makes Patrick think he should stay inside, but even the fear of what rain will mean to his tux security deposit isn’t enough to keep him in there.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He leans against the wall and focuses on moving air in and out of his lungs for a few seconds, waiting for his heart to slow. It’s not that he recognizes the sound of Pete’s footsteps following him - he never bothered to listen to the way Pete walked, he’s in love, not a stalker - but there’s really no one else who would know to check on him right now.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Hey,” Pete says, voice soft, and Patrick wants Pete to look at him like this forever. He wants to always have Pete watch him like he’s the most important thing in the room, the world, and nothing could ever change that. It’s not new, Pete’s been watching him like this for months, but he didn’t get it, didn’t understand that until now.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Hi,” he manages back, which is an amazing feat considering all he wants to do is beg Pete to kiss him. “You look-“ hot, gorgeous, fuckable, “really nice.” Pete just nods and bites his lip, looking away and Patrick can’t help himself. “So I’m trying, I’m trying really hard but I can’t seem to stop being in love with you.” Pete makes a kind of choking noise but Patrick isn’t going to let that interrupt him. “And I was just wondering if, maybe, maybe you’d be okay if I just waited? I mean… I won’t be in high school forever, you won’t be my teacher forever.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He leans closer to Pete, takes Pete’s hand in his own. “We can just be on hold until college, I mean… I know you want me, I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; that.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pete looks down at their joint hands and laughs and it’s not a very pretty sound. “That was the plan, you know? Just, get through the year and keep in touch and not do anything until you were in college.” His face twists in an ugly, unpleasant smile. “Who the fuck thinks that, Patrick? What kind of person sits down and makes a deal with themselves to wait until their student is available for that? I mean, I’d beat the hell out of anyone else who planned to do that to you because it’s wrong and it’s still taking advantage.&quot;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick turns to him, leaning forward and kissing him on the mouth. It’s dry and slow, nothing like any of the other kisses they’ve shared but it might be Patrick’s favorite. “I’m graduating soon and you won’t be my teacher but you’ll still be my best friend. I know I’m yours and no matter what you might think, there’s nothing wrong with this.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Patrick.” Pete’s voice is tired, his forehead pressed to Patrick’s and his breath ghosting over Patrick’s face with each word. “No one tells you in teacher school that you aren’t supposed to fall in love with your student, they don’t say you can’t let them become your best friend, that you can’t let them know you completely. No one has to say it because people know you’re not supposed to, people who aren’t me at least.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “It’s not-“ Patrick begins, only to be interrupted by the door opening and Mrs. Christianson, who teaches second and third year French, steps out. They’re still pressed close together; Pete’s mouth is still only centimeters from his. There’s no way to interpret the way he and Pete are standing as anything other than what it is. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her eyes are wide and she shakes her head like she doesn’t believe what she’s seeing. “Mr. Wentz?” she says, like she’s expecting to hear some kind of explanation, like there could be an explanation besides the Government teacher feeling up a student at the prom.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They just watch her, Patrick swallowing stupidly and trying to think of something, anything that won’t make this worse for Pete. “Mr. Wentz, I’m going back inside to find an administrator, it will be best if you come with me,” Mrs. Christianson says, and her voice is flat, face angry. Patrick wants to tell her she’s wrong, that whatever she thinks is going on, it’s not. But knows better though. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pete moves to go with her, stepping away from Patrick, and Patrick reaches out for him, gripping tightly to his hip for just a second before letting go. He wants to tell him it will be okay but it won’t, it really can’t be okay. Pete follows her inside, head down and not looking back at Patrick even once.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick leans back against the wall and tries to keep himself from shaking. He stays until there’s a low rumble in the sky and just like that it’s raining on prom night. Patrick laughs bitterly to keep from crying and heads for the parking lot and his car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He waits all day on Sunday for someone to call, for the phone to ring and his mother to call him downstairs with tears in her eyes. He prepares what he’ll say, how he’ll say it. The call doesn’t come and he gets ready for school on Monday with his stomach in knots.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are people staring at him from the second he steps out of his car. Four years of high school spent mostly in anonymity and suddenly he’s the juicy gossip. Conversations stop the second he sets foot in the classroom and no one will so much as look him in the eye, not even his teachers. Patrick just pulls his hat down lower and walks by like he doesn’t notice.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He can hear Stacey from all the way down the hall. She’s explaining how Patrick snubbing the fact that Pete was in a band is proof that he and Patrick were fucking from day one. What’s worse is that he can actually hear people agreeing with this bullshit and he’s ready to turn around and drive right back home when a voice cuts through all the agreement.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Because it’s not like Pete Wentz is kind of a shitty bass player right?” and that’s Joe, Joe being the voice of reason because if there is one person who knows from shitty bass playing it’s Joe Trohman. Patrick takes a deep breath and pushes the door open, pretends he doesn’t notice the sudden silence and walks to his desk in the back row.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “So hey,” Joe says once Patrick’s seated, book open and eyes firmly set on the desk in front of him. “Our band needs a bassist, right? You think your boyfriend would be up for it? I hear he’s not doing much these days.”   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe grins while he says it and Patrick laughs, he can’t help it, he actually laughs. It feels good, like he’s spent the entire day underwater and it’s only now that’s he’s breathing again that he notices there was something wrong. He grins back at Joe, making eye contact with someone for the first time all day.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe sticks near him after that. They skip 4th period so Patrick doesn’t have to face the substitute for Government sitting at Pete’s desk and teaching Pete’s class. Instead they hang out in Joe’s car and Patrick watches Joe smoke up. He offers some to Patrick but Patrick just shakes his head. The principal will want to talk to him sometime today; without fail he’s going to be called to the office and the last thing he needs is to be high when it happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “No matter what you hear,” he tells Joe, watching him through the curls of smoke between them, “none of it is true. I know what they’re going to make it look like, but it’s not like that.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “You mentioned it before,” and Joe isn’t looking at him, he’s concentrating on the end of his joint and frowning. “On your birthday, you were talking about being in love. It wasn’t incriminating, you never said Pete’s name, but somehow I wasn’t surprised. I heard about you and Pete this morning and it wasn’t the shock it seems to be for everyone else.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick has to swallow twice before he can speak, and even then his voice is too small. “What did I say?”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe exhales and smiles, a dreamy look on his face. “You said you were in love, that you loved them and they loved you and that you would make it work somehow. I figured you were just playing the pronoun game with me, it’s why I asked about the skin mag. I guess I was wrong.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Looks like you weren’t the only one.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The school psychologist is with the principal when he’s finally called into the office. He’s seated at a conference table and both of them are looking at him with their most professionally concerned faces. The psychologist is gently explaining that sometimes young people do things because they want adults to approve of them, that they worry the adult won’t like them if they don’t go along with what they want. She tells him she understands how hard it must have been, saying no to one of his teachers, someone he’s supposed to trust, someone who has so much control over him.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick shouldn’t be surprised at how much they really don’t get it, but he is anyway. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud and when it’s his turn to talk, when they want him to explain his side, he denies all of it. “Nothing happened,” he says, hoping Pete didn’t screw this up with whatever he said to them. “I tried, I wanted to and I kissed him but he said no.”   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They don’t look like they believe him but he’s eighteen, an adult and when they bring in a typed transcript of his statement (page after page of Patrick denying anything untoward had happened) he can sign it by himself, without his parents witnessing.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His mom picks him up; he points uselessly at the far parking lot where his car is parked, but she just shakes her head, mouth in a tight line so he follows her. They drive to an IHOP and while she’s in the bathroom Patrick texts Joe to let him know where the hell he went. She catches him when she comes back.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Are you texting him?” she asks, sliding into her seat.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “My friend Joe,” he explains, hating how fragile she looks. “He’s been looking out for me all day, just wanted to let him know I wasn’t at school.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She softens at that, reaches out to rest her hand on Patrick’s arm.”I’m so sorry, Patrick,” and she’s looking down, face crumpling, tears just starting to leak out. “I didn’t know, I thought I was giving you your space. I didn’t think-“  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Mom.” He squeezes her hand and waits until she’ll look at him. “Nothing bad happened. I know you think that something bad happened to me and you maybe blame yourself for that but what happened between me and Pete wasn’t bad.” She looks like she’s going to argue and Patrick just tightens his hold on her hand. “Pete’s twenty-three and he knows he shouldn’t have done anything with a student but he loves me, he’s my best friend. I was going to ask him out once I got to college and I don’t want you to hate him.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Twenty-three?” And Patrick just grins.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “And I love him and he loves me. We’re going to get married in Canada and adopt African orphans.” She hits him on the head with her menu, laughing and it’s easier, the tension in the air reduced by at least half.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “I want you to go to counseling.” Patrick wants to tell her no because there’s nothing he needs to be counseled about, but she cuts him off. “For me, go to counseling for my own peace of mind. You’re an adult and I can’t make you, but I’ll feel better about all of this if you do.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Okay. I want you to be okay with this, Mom, I’ll do it if it makes it easier for you.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the middle of their pancakes, Joe texts to tell him that Pete’s fired but the police weren’t on campus. His mom drops him off back at school so he can get his car and Joe’s sitting on the trunk. Somehow he’s gotten hold of the whole story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Turns out Pete had called his parents on Saturday night while he was waiting for Mrs. Christianson to find an administrator. He&apos;d told them that he had fucked up and that it would maybe be on the news, and his parents had done the smart thing and told him not to say a word until they got a lawyer down to him. So Pete hadn’t said anything about any of it, and between that and Patrick’s denial… Pete was still fired but there wasn’t anything official happening.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “How do you know these things?” Patrick asked Joe once Joe had finished.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “How do you think I got my hair this big? It’s full of secrets.&lt;sub&gt;1&lt;/sub&gt;” They laugh together, sitting on the trunk of Patrick’s car and keeping an eye on the time so they’re not still here when school ends. “Besides,” Joe grins, “I’m not the type of guy to leave my friend in a lurch to go eat pancakes with my mom just because my life is kind of falling apart.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They laugh again and Joe checks his watch before hopping down. “You should get out of here, go see him. We really do need a bassist for our band.”  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “But he’s so &lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt;,” Patrick shoots back, hopping down too.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe shrugs. “Maybe he’ll get better. You should go see him anyway.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Patrick’s smart enough to know that one way or another, Joe’s going to make sure he and Pete talk, so he nods.  “I can take a hint. I’ll see you later, okay?”   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And Joe must hear how nervous he is in his voice, because he steps up and wraps Patrick in a hug.  Patrick hugs back a little too tightly but Joe just gives a manly grunt and pats his back a few times. He feels surprisingly better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Patrick has never thought that Pete&apos;s apartment complex suits him very well. He’s only been there once, when Pete forgot some Very Important Paperwork (capital letters obvious from the way Pete said it) for Government Club back at his place and they had to drive over in the van on their way out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It’s a nice place, clean and neat and the whole place always looks like it’s recently seen a few coats of beige and taupe and whatever other neutral colors the buildings are covered in. It’s respectable and bland in a way that would be perfect for most people on a first-year teaching salary but doesn’t mix well with Pete. Pete isn’t bland and the way he’d jumped out of the van and run up the steps, laughing the entire time, the one and only time they’d had to come here was completely at odds with the overall beigeness of the place. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It’s even worse now because apparently if raucous laughter and jumping were out of step, showing up with (metaphorical) hat in hand to ask his ex-teacher to join his band and maybe go on a date with him is alien. He feels like every door he passes is mocking him, judging him for still thinking his juvenile thoughts about happily-ever-after when Pete’s lost his job, when Pete’s being labeled as some kind of deviant or something. It’s possible he’s projecting, but only a little.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He knocks twice and pulls his hat a little lower on his head. Pete answers in old sweats and a ratty t-shirt with holes at the neck and shoulders. His eyes are red-rimmed and his whole face looks tired. He’s so fucking gorgeous Patrick can’t breathe for a second.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; “Fuck, I don’t have enough patience for this,” Pete says as soon as he sees it’s Patrick, and just that quickly he’s just Pete again. Annoying, bitchy, pain-in-the-ass Pete who Patrick happens to be ridiculously in love with.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick w