She sneezes when she sees bright lights

I saw Motion City Soundtrack the weekend just been at Soundwave. I cannot explain how incredible this experience was.
Most of my 4ish days in Australia was awful for various reasons but MCS saved me.
Saddest thing was that MCR pulled out a few weeks before the show so to see Jimmy Eat World where my band should have been, was devastating. I couldn't watch.
I could NOT believe how incredible MCS were though. They made the whole drama worth it.
Oh and the bats. Bats are so fucking cute.
I have a feeling the always gorgeous Justin Pierre may have sobered up again. I read today he relapsed during the recording of their third album Even If It Kills Me after a bad break up.
But he dedicated one of his songs to a woman so I guess he's found love again and judging by his performance I'd say he sounds sober again.
Always crazy but not insane enough to seem drunk.

Anyway, in response to MCS I want to write a really good poem.
MCS have this really good song on Even If It Kills Me called Antonia. The song is basically a song which reminds me very much of Shakespeare's sonnet "My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun".
Basically, it describes a fictional girl (made up of a few different girls Justin knows, as well as MCS' drummer's wife), who is not perfect.
Just like Shakespeare's sonnet.
Antonia is just so average but the writer (possibly a character and not Justin) loves her. The last line he sings is "Our baby girl is due this May and when the little lady grows up, I hope that she will be just like her mother".
Shakespeare ends his sonnet with "And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare"
So basically, these men, love these women with all they have but these women have bad breath, are scared of cobra snakes, have shitty voices, care for stupid cats who can't find their way home and more.

So I decided I need to write a poem for the person I have a crush on. I don't know that I love him but I can still say nice things about him in the form of a poem.
I'll think about it and post it some time soon.
He's really quite average. My friends think he's not good looking at all. But I think the traits he has are admirable and I like him.
And may have stalked him on both Facebook and Bebo for some time.

Varelai.

For your reference:::::


Motion City Soundtrack, Antonia
She makes a lot of abstract art
She haggles for the cheapest price
She never orders take-out food
Before ten o'clock at night

She's really into snow mobiles
She owns a lot of nice flashlights
She cares for all the stupid cats
That never found their way home

She shaves her legs with ginsu knives
She quotes a lot of Annie Hall
She misplaced her virginity
Back in 1995
She's what's keeping me alive
She's the pizza of my eye
Without her near me I would not survive

It gets cold when she's not around
I float until I sink and get swallowed up
It's so cold when she's not around
I wait for her to come home and tell me I'll be fine

She's always eating Captain Crunch
She sings a lot of Ben Folds Five
She's scared to death of cobra snakes
Just like Indiana Jones

She tells the dumbest knock knock jokes
She drinks a lot of Chardonnay
She hates the way I comb my hair
But she married me last june
She was the bride I was the groom
I cried a lot and then we spooned
Without her in my life I would be doomed

It gets cold when she's not around
I float until I sink and get swallowed up
It's so cold when she's not around
I wait for her to come home and tell me I'll be fine
Tell me I'll be fine

She loves the smell of Christmas trees
She sneezes when she sees bright lights
She fainted on the kitchen floor
When her father passed away
Our baby girl is due this May
And when the little lady grows up
I hope that she will be just like
Her mother.


Shakespeare, Sonnet 130, My Mistress' Eyes
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.