It’s the got to the time of year when I make a list of mostly irrelevant things that went on in the last twelve months…
I discover The Left Rights and am forever changed, some countries in the middle east get stuck into revolutions and are forever changed. Isobel, Ellen and I leave a Primark bag full of Killjoy clothes in Costa Coffee, where they are rescued and handed in by my friend Robyn and her nan.
My Chemical Romance contaminate Wembley Arena and shoot a video for Planetary (GO!) a few days later. Enough said.
March is the international month: I go to Berlin with my school the same day as the Japanese earthquake. #SINGItForJapan is created by Ray Toro and the good people of Twitter, and when Planetary comes on television, my mum tells me I could have gone to the shoot.
I made brief notes about this post before I started, and April 2011 will henceforth be known as ‘The Month Where Loads of Stuff Happened’. While on work experience I dye my hair blue, a few weeks later I get my ears pierced. William and Kate get married the same day it emerges that Glenn Beck is a twat (I think some American people already knew this, but the UK doesn’t get FOX TV). I discover I Have Been All Things Unholy and have grappled with the moral dilemma of it ever since.
Osama Bin Laden gets killed, yay, and From Shibuya With Love arriving makes my entire week. More yay, especially as it was for charity so is double-sided, guilt-free awesomeness.
Ellen and Isobel give me a makeover, something I agreed to at New Year and which they taped for use against me. After several hours with hair straighteners and the girls’ weapons of mass destruction (makeup) I look rather different. I write an essay on the MCRmy with wicked timing.
The final Harry Potter film gets released, school finally ends and the News of the World ceases publication after 168 years of privacy invasion, shit talking and Rupert Murdoch. Amy Winehouse dies on MCR Day.
MCR play Reading and Leeds and explode the universe (okay, the Killjoys’ universe) with the entire show. Brian May joins them wearing Wellington boots. Bob Bryar, I believe, returns to Twitter. It emerges he has spent the last eighteen months growing a beard, collecting dogs and building tables. Some looting occurs in England, started by people who saw the Arab Spring and decided a democratic state needed the same treatment.
Pedicone gets chucked from the MCR camp and I write 10 Years, 10 Days. Gerard dyes his hair back to black and I visit Stratford-upon-Avon with school. If anyone gets the chance to see the RSC version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, take it, if only for the pillow fight and floating chairs.
Gaddafi gets killed, I attempt a video blog and Frank Iero turns thirty. The weather forgets that it’s October and drenches us with sunshine. I go to MCM for the first time and mistake every Glee school uniform for I’m Not Okay cosplay. Mindless Self Indulgence announce a tour… but not in Europe.
Danger Days turns one (where did that go?!), I make a DeviantART account for reasons I’m still fuzzy about and I have mocks at school so blog about books and MCR even more than usual.
Every Snowflake’s Different gets aired and firmly cements My Chem as the Most Dangerous Band in the World. Strictly Come Dancing fever gets to me (SPARKLES AND DANCING. SPARKLES AND DANCING) and Kim Jong-il dies – does anyone else get the feeling God came back off holiday this year or something? I leave a sleepover early to do work and finish this post (told you I’d do it!).
Regarding the stuff I omitted to mention: I either don’t have photographs (Zante) or have forgotten about it. In which case, rest assured knowing that 2011 has been pretty good for everything excpet GCSE candidates or crazyshit dictators. Happy New Year!