On watching the videos of Panic playing in Brazil:

Seeing them playing Camisado without Ryan is making me feel really weird. I dunno why.

Alright, this make me laugh so hard. I love Nardwuar, he's been a familiar staple in my music life since I was like, 8 years old. I have such affection for him and his fucking fabulous questions and literally endless wells of music knowledge. I was watching Nardwuar vs. Nirvana in 1994 just now, and I though, whoa. Wouldn't it be hilarious if he did our Panic boys? So I looked it up and HE DID, HAHAHA, only it's even better because it's baby!Ryan and baby!Brendon, and I just... ahaha. I love it when people who don't get it are suddenly faced with Nardwuar. \m/

Even Brendon and Ryan are impressed, ahaha. Brendon's like, "whoa, you've really done your homework!" More like, he tries his hardest to ask about things he actually thinks are cool and worth knowing. WIN, NARDWUAR.

My Dad likes to tell me stories of his misspent stoner youth. One of my alltime favorites is a story about when the Tom Petty album Damn the Torpedoes was released, he and his friends threw a 24 hour party where they just all locked themselves in a house with the rule that nobody could leave until a certain time, and they listened to the record over and over again and got fucked up. Dad still can't hear Here Comes My Girl without grinning his face off, because he says at this party, whenever the song's intro started up, everyone would raise their glasses for a moment of silence for the awesomeness that is music. This was 6 years before I was born, people.

Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because I could see me doing this with The Young Veins' new album. I want it. I am sitting here after having listened to The Other Girl and making the biggest gimmie hands of life. I want to hear this album. I mourn the days of listening parties. I fear that any I try to have would morph quickly into ceilidhs, because we're really not capable of letting music happen without picking up the various instruments that are lying around. I've got like, three guitars and a cajon and a bunch of random harmonicas and tambourines right here in this very kitchen that I can see by turning my head slightly to the left, and we really can't be here in group form without just, like. Accidentally picking something up. So listening parties would just... not work.

Everything Ryan Ross is doing press-wise lately is exciting me. I love it when he proves to people that he's actually a nice guy, because he is, dudes. He's got these insane characterizations that we all like to laugh about and make fun of and wonder about, but he really is a nice guy.

Tonight is Blues Society again, and this time it's Braille Blues Daddy Bryan Lee and his band. I don't know much about him but that he's from New Orleans. Should be a great time, but I'm feeling like more sleep is essential, even though I just got up at 3pm. I bet I would feel at least 30% more ready for a smoky environment, drinks and some blues if I had a shower. I'm hoping for a mellow night.

Gabe still calls Ryan, Ryro. My life is so complete right now.

In this interview with Panic at the Disco (I really want to say 'with Brendon and Spencer', but I don't have to narrow it down like that anymore, because it's only them. It feels weird), Spencer is asked how the new version of Panic at the Disco will be different, and he says that they have more fun, that it's easier, and that "everybody's opinion matters and counts". So I guess Panic really was so Ryan's that, well. Only his opinions mattered. Or maybe nobody else wanted to mess with Ryan's vision before since it was so important to him, so even though Ryan never actually said, "hey, I'm the boss", everyone just kinda let him take the lead. What do you guys think, Ryan Ross: evil dictator?

Does Ryan think that if you put you embarrassing truths out into a public forum, but then switch the beginning letters with two of the words, then it's deep and no longer just emo? Like, "my life is going fowhere because I nailed to work hard enough in university". See, it's no longer sad, Ross. Now it's artsy. Honestly, "good think I'm musy or else I'd be biserable"? Aka, WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT TOURING WITH MARK HOPPUS, perhaps? I can understand, though, the dire need to do one thing, and then regretting it and being ecstatic that you did it all at the same time.

Also, re: Brendon covering "Fuck Her Gently", haha. I think Brendon's one of those guys who will be stuck in a perpetual college phase.

Where is the line between "pushover" and "laid back"? Someone told me today, "Virginia, you are the easiest person to get along with that I've ever met." And yeah, I like that, because I like people, and I have lots of friends. I try to steer clear of drama. I go with the flow. But, does that make me a pushover? Last night, in my cranky, angry state, I yelled at my band members about something that I wanted. Something I needed. And it wasn't me being a bitch, or a diva, even though I felt like it afterwards. It was something I never do. I let them dictate what I will play and when, and I just go with it, because I don't want to step on toes or be seen as difficult. I stood up for myself and then felt like shit, which is just not cool. I feel better about it now.

Question of the Day: what's better, to continue doing music for years and years and years like the Rolling Stones or Bruce Springsteen, or to die early and always be remembered as a legend? Is it better to burn out or fade away?

So overnight, the Young Veins' label status on myspace has gone from "unsigned" to "major". Is this anything, or is this nothing? What do we know?

See, that's what I'm fucking talking about. That is a fucking great song. That song I'm gonna rec high and low.

The Young Veins on myspace.

This is who Ryan and Jon quit Panic at the Disco to become. I've gotta say... I'm kinda glad about the break now. I hate it, and I'm glad it happened. How contradictory of me. But ugh, ugh. What the hell do I do with this?

I'm not about teams, haven't been since the split, though I know some people are trying to set up camps, Team Ryan and Jon vs. Team Brendon and Spencer, what the hell. I'm on no teams. I like them all. They're all fabulous cats.

But if we're going by singles, jeeeesh. Change > New Perspective.

I LIKE BOTH. Shut it. I just like Change for the right reasons.

Let's talk about what it sounds like! I'm thinking the Kinks, and I definitely hear some "You Never Give Me Your Money"/ the bridge between "Carry That Weight" and "The End" Harrison lead in there, too. Which is pretty funny, because I could have sworn there was an interview somewhere in which Ryan Ross had said he didn't know that one. The chords are so, so stripped and British sounding, like the Libertines without the minor keys and the rough lyrics.

PS: keeping them under my p!atd tab. Always.

Happy Friday night, I suppose.

Things of little or no importance. Or, things of all the importance in the world: (it really depends on the reader)

- Harry Potter tonight. Or, erm, tomorrow morning? I don't think I'm gonna go to midnight, but maybe tomorrow. Definitely soon. I'm keeping a positive outlook for this movie, but I'm kinda antsy. It's my favorite book!

- Ryan Ross. Pete Wentz. Spencer Smith. I don't even know what to do with you. Paul McCartney is my zen place, Paul McCartney is my zen place...

- My promoter just emailed me and says he needs some quotes or any sort of cool trivia for a new press release. This cracks me up. I think it should say "Virginia regularly blogs about literary gay porn" or maybe "Virginia's heart was recently broken because Ryan Ross decided he was Too Cool For School". Thoughts?

Twitter brings me great morning joy:

1.

Ryan: Beat jetlag somehow, I think flight times over 24 hours it cancels out. Now to search for food and rum. The weather feels just like home.
Zack: just landed awhile ago and of course they lost my luggage i smell horrible but im in Africa so thats cool .. off to make sure Ryan finds rum

He takes care of them so good. ;)

2.

Zack: the one thing i can say good so far is at least my room didn't flood when i tried to take a shower
Spencer: My bathroom is underwater.
Zack: are you serious .. dude bdens is too.
Brendon: mine too. the lost city has been found in my bathroom

HAHAHAHA EPIC FAIL, PANIC.

3.

Jon: GET OFF THE INTERNET

Good call, Walker, however, then I'd be less amused.

I'm awake because I'm going back to work today, at the same daycare I worked at before I left for cruise ship paradise. Yeah.

So there's like, Ryan/Keltie drama. I thought for a long time about whether or not to mention it. I mean, like, it's weird that people know about this bit of their life. (I mean, assuming that it's even true.) Keltie does it to herself really, if she posts about it in her blog, such a public forum. But then I got to thinking, if I ever met them in the future, I'd have to be like, oh yeah, I blogged and actually claimed an interest in your very personal love life, isn't that creepy as fuck? But then I thought, not blogging about it or blogging about how I wasn't gonna blog about it would be very fake of me, since I am interested. So, yes, there, I've said it. I am interested in, like, when Ryan and the boys go shopping and buy carpets, so why on earth wouldn't I be interested in his love life?

When I'm speaking to my mother, when she asks me things, etc, I always have to answer her twice. Once, and then again afterwards to take the venom out of my voice. It's something I'm working on.

"I played a 1960 Les Paul Junior for most of it, and then an old Epiphone Casino."
- Ryan Ross, Panic at the Disco

I KNOW, RYAN ROSS. I know. Why do I know? Because Ryan Ross and I? Have the exact same guitar. I've know this for a while, obviously (because who doesn't recognize a vintage Cas when they see one?) but I wanted to know exactly which model/year he's got. Which I have given up on finding out, because nobody but me seems to care. I'll leave you with the following:

Ryan's Casino.
Virginia's Casino.

And also, for the record. I had mine first, Ryan Ross.

BDEN AND PETE. RYRO AND PETE. SEE ALL THE REST. THE END.

BOSTON IN 5 HOURS.

Also, when Shannon came to visit a few weeks ago, she wore a Ryan Ross jacket, and I made her let me take a picture of it to post here.

( prepare to be astounded. )

"The Simpson family patriarch also confirmed exclusively to E! that Wentz asked him for his permission to propose to Ashlee."
- Source.

S'cuz Patrick told him to, obviously. He was all set to barge in there, and Patrick caught him by the shirt collar at the last moment, all, 'no, Pete, ask her dad first'. For serious.

Torsten Frings, baby, you can drive my car anytime.

Hey, look, a Ryan Ross in make up picspam. I always feel like I should save these pictures, because this era is extinct. Babyface. In other Ryan Ross news, I saw some thing on tv today that was like, Rick Ross and TPain or whatever, and was momentarily confused. I was like, whoa, Ryan Ross and hip hop?

Hey, someone picspammed some Chuck Bass clothing. Stellar.

I honestly could live in a hotel all my life. Probably not a hotel in Newfoundland, but one somewhere. I made friends with the maids today. It was the third time this week she came to my room to do her thang and I politely declined. She convinced me to let her come in and make the beds and give me new towels, and we chatted a bit. I'm sure she was dying to ask me why I've been holed up in a hotel all week, but we just talked about the weather.

Speaking of Ryan Ross, and I totally was before, see? The entire reason I have this icon is because of 1) the colouring and 2) the guitarrrrrrrrrr ♥. If it had those two things and anyone else in it, I would probably still have uploaded it. Unless it was like, I dunno. That Heidi girl from the Hills or Amy Lee.