Traditionally, the Centenary Means Celebration and Gifts. I Accept Chocolate.

  So I think I’m supposed to say stuff here…? Too bad I’ve spent half term being very lazy. I mean, I’m sitting here with headphones on listening to Pretty Fly for a White Guy.

  Hehe.

  Wait. I lie. I did two constructive things this week. The first is a oneshot now sitting pretty waiting for reviews (which I know you’ll all flood my inbox with, obviously), called Commuters Play Computer Games.  For some reason WordPress isn’t letting me link it, so here you go:

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2893448/1/Commuters_Play_Computer_Games

The second? A warning sign.

  As I started tagging and categorising this blog, I remembered that it is my one hundredth post on here, so I would like to thank everyone who has subscribed, retweeted posts, liked, shared, linked and talked about Indifferent Ignorance over the last sixteen months. I wouldn’t write if I didn’t have an audience, so thank you for being mine (albeit reluctantly, as I know is often the case. Sorry).

Never Let It Be Said That I Don’t Start What I Finish…

… Or that I won’t use my favourite band to write a cheap blog. My Chem won two NME awards last night, best international band and best video for Na Na Na. It is nice to prove to the Kerrang! people that people in the UK do actually appreciate good music. The ceremony is being aired sometime Saturday on Channel 4/T4, I think. In the meantime, play spot the bandmate in the background!

  In celebration, here is a little something Isobel wrote on her way to Italy last Friday. She has gone skiing. So has my brother, but thankfully in Austria. There would be war on the slopes if they were in the same country. “Wait til I tell your sister about what you said about short people.” “Wait til I tell your sister you stole her eyeshadow palette.”

“How’s life up there? Down the end, us teenagers are partying with poison and singing about Helena and her drowning lessons. But, hey, you know what they do to guys like us in prison, but what do they do to you guys? I was almost falling to sleep, when I realised, I never told you what I do for a living! I think there’s a bit of romance down there. It will die down when we go for a cemetery drive though. But when on a ski trip always remember, it’s not a fashion statement, it’s a deathwish, the jet set life is gonna kill you, and this time, our lady of sorrows won’t be there, so save yourself, I’ll hold them back and finally, in the summertime interlude, avoid the destroya. That’s it for now. Remember, as these could be my famous last words, that even if the only hope for me is you, I don’t love you. For all the demolition lovers that think vampires can never hurt you, this is a goodnite from Dr. Death Defying, PhD, OBE, MCR, inventor of the Bulletproof Heart.”

  There are 24 songs incorporated… First person to point them out (who isn’t Ellen) gets… Something.

To Cook This Ready-Blog, Find Internet Quiz and Answer. Spell Check for 5 Minutes and Serve Hot.

  I have the beginnings of an excellent half term blog thing in mind, plus something I wrote on the train earlier, but clearly I can only deal with so much creativity in one day because it won’t be up until… Probably the end of half term.

  However, I am getting bugged to blog (is there seriously nothing else on this planet to do?!) so I’m going to be cheap and do a quiz for your entertainment:

  1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4 and write the sentence here:
    history – who was to govern the kingdom during her infancy
  2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What’s there? Bookshelf.
  3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? University Challenge. Between a couple of Cambridge colleges. That show makes me feel stupid.
  4. Without looking, guess what time it is: 6:30.
  5. Now look at the clock. 8:33. I actually looked about five minutes ago and thought, ‘oh yeah, it’s half eight.’ This is how tired I am.
  6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Bits of the TV, my snuffly breathing (I have a cold).
  7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing? Went to London today. Saw an exhibition on the English language. It seems to have robbed me of my ability to use the English language. Spell Check, I love you. Zzzz.
  8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at? Dunno. Blog stats.
  9. What are you wearing? Black skinnies, black long-sleeved top with a massive red jumper thing on top, socks, undies, belt, earrings, Maltese Cross. Rings.
  10. Did you dream last night? Almost definitely. Yes. I forget what about.
  11. When did you last laugh? I sniggered in the exhibition today. Got disapproving looks from an old lady.

And, in a burst of inspiration, Francesca posts another blog with minimalist words.

  Now this is what I want my Wikipedia page to look like (you’re going to have to click to read):

 

  Heh heh. Anyone fancy making an Indifferent Ignorance Wiki? I would like to see links to PerezHilton.com and IHeartPeopleCalledFrank.net.

Contaminated: London (for the second time)

There are some events which never get old, no matter how many times you experience them. For example, you’re sitting with your cousins in Wembley Arena, laughing at different outfits people have turned up in and doing a Mexican Wave with 10,000 other people.

The crowd starts to get restless after the fifth wave, and is only briefly distracted by the YMCA and Macerena, all of which were instigated by three very crazy but brave girls sitting at the back of the pit. Everyone has had enough of looking at Killjoys’ outfits and cheering every time a band member’s photo crops up on the PowerPoint screen… They want the band they paid to see.

The lights go out. For a split second, everything is silent. Then the screaming starts. Quietly at first – a gentle hum. As Look Alive, Sunshine fills the stadium, people get out of their seats and turn to face the stage.  As Na Na Na starts, the hum has turned into – oh, just watch:

That isn’t my recording, but we were on that side of the arena – just a bit further up and closer to the stage.

Last night was my second time seeing My Chemical Romance live (read about the first here) and the second the lights go out will always be my favourite part of the show. My favourite part of any show, in fact. That heart-stopping moment when you and thousands of other people can’t quite believe if This Is It.

I’m not going to talk about the actual performance… Too many other people will do it for me. Kerrang! will discuss Gerard’s messy haircut, Mikey’s brief bass change when he broke a string and his version of an ‘I ❤ UK’ t-shirt. Fans will go on forums and point out Mohawk Girl, who made a brief appearance at the Hammersmith Apollo show last year. People will ask, “What did Gerard put on before Teenagers?” and someone’ll reply, “This girl’s jacket which she had just bought.” “Did she get it back?”

Would you want a jacket Gerard Way had sweated all over?

There will be discussion over songs – personally I wanted to see Bulletproof Heart and another rendition of Prison – but there will be acclaim for the encore track, Vampires Will Never Hurt You… I’d place money on jokes about the whole of Wembley Arena simultaneously orgasming during DESTROYA.

For the benefit of my fellow Killjoys, Toxic Waste (Isobel) and Radioactive Raccoon (Ellen) – and my long-suffering dad, who filmed almost every song, here are the videos from my camera. The bad singing is almost entirely mine. Unless it was 9,999 other people or Gerard.

Check out pictures on my new shiny Photobucket page.

Now That is What I Go to School For.

  What comes to mind when you see this?

  When I walked into History third period I nearly said out loud, “But at least they have one another to keep warm on those looong, dark nights….”

  Then I took another look. You should too.

  Were these women really telling their fellas to go off and fight for Blighty because they wanted them out of the way?

  I should have got way more than 73% on my Cold War test. I rock at analysis.

Dear: Friends in Room 9

I would like to say that if any of my friends who have lessons in Room 9 saw a pencil-case on the filing cabinet recently that looks suspiciously like this:

THEY SHOULD HAVE PICKED IT UP, LOOKED AT THE NAME ON THE RAFFLE TICKETS AND GIVEN THE GODDAMN PENCIL CASE TO ME, PREFERABLY SLAPPING WHOEVER IT WAS THAT NICKED MY RULER, V7s AND PROTRACTOR.

  I lost that pencil-case in SEPTEMBER. I have, however, left a note in the box I found it in, asking for my stuff back.

  I didn’t know pencil-case had a dash until WordPress’s spell check pointed it out.

NME Awards 2011

  I told myself I wouldn’t do any more My Chem only related blogs for all my readers who aren’t into My Chem.

  But since there’s probably only one of you, what the hell.

  So, without further ado: VOTE FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE AT THE NME AWARDS OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND STEAL YOUR PETS. IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT WE GET NME BACK FOR THE BITCHY COMMENTS THEY MADE IN NOVEMBER!

 The band is up for the following awards, click their picture to vote:

  If you want to vote for anyone in any of the other categories, start at the beginning of the voting and work your way through. You’re supposed to vote for one category to get through to the next, but I changed the last number of the URL and got the next page… I didn’t want to vote for who was more stylish or had the best blog. Because we all know who should win that (hint, hint, Blogger’s Choice Awards are now open for nominations. I would be proud to receive Most Obnoxious Blogger).

  This is what you’ll be voting for:

The Box vs. My Chemical Romance.

Spread the word. Pay your siblings to stay up all night clicking. VOTE.