This is Girl Automatic, ending her broadcast day. I am definitely, thoroughly thought out today, but I’m glad I was at least able to get to as many messages as possible.

And that previous picture/article! Holy shit! I am still currently sitting here, a jumble of excited nerves. I feel the way I did way back in 2005 when I was sitting in my dorm room listening to “Demolition Lovers” for the first time with my headphones on, late at night while my roommate slept and the only lights in the room were my desk lamp and my computer. That feeling of being swept up and swallowed whole—the way that “Famous Last Words” makes me feel, albeit with a darker slant. I feel the way I did when I later saw them rock Sunset Station, knowing this wouldn’t be the last MCR concert I saw. I feel the way I did in 2007 when I waited anxiously backstage for them to come out and meet us—and later on, that same night, when they proved they were truly still the band and group of guys I looked up to by rocking the shit out of the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater (and this, after a show earlier that year at the AT&T Center that felt detached and foreign!).

I feel the same way I did in 2008, in Austin, sitting in the balcony above the stage at Stubb’s—convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that, when I waved during a moment when he looked up in my direction, his return wave was meant for me.

In short, I really can’t wait for November to get here.

- End Transmission -