![So Im the first to post a real, well, post on here. It’s Band Member Monday by the way, Im not sure if I was supposed to say that but oh well. Anyway, these dudes mean so much to me. More than anybody will ever know. This isn’t my favorite picture of either of them, but it’s my favorite or best I could find of both in front of the same lens. I’m writing this from my phone currently so this won’t have enter spaces between each respective ramble, but it will once I go back and edit. Oh and before I go any further, I get off topic a lot.
Gabe Saporta. Gabey. Gabriel. I may be a G.A.B.E fangirl, but I’m not naive. I’m not stupid, he is not perfect. I’ve never thought this man was perfect. Not even when I discovered his existence in ‘06. And that’s honestly why I smile so big when I see him. That sounds so creepy but I’m not going to bullshit you. Whenever he makes a weird inside joke, some I know some I don’t, but the times I do, it’s awesome. To be in on his joke. But there are things I disagree on. Maybe that’s what separates me and most fangirls, aside from accepting his not-perfect, I don’t agree with everything he says. I don’t swoon when he makes an intelligent rant, I listen, and form an opinion, a legit opinion. He’s got so many sides of him too- like any normal person. Gabe Saporta is like one giant, Uraguayan (possibly misspelled) bean dip. So many preceptions fromt so many different people. There’s this idiot frontman who apparently has an thing for vodka and a big ego to people who don’t know they’re shit. A completly amazing human being who’s super smart beyond words and/or what people see and is so perfect and sexy to the naive fangirls, who just havnt been letdown yet, or who just havnt found a truth. The asshole who used to be so cool way back in the While The City Sleeps days (give me a fucking break) to the “old school” Cobra fans who take them much too seriously (hint: you can’t be a serious fan of a non-serious band). This guy has so many preceptions and I love it. What I think of him is in none of those categories, and I’m not saying that’s a good thing either, because to be honest, I have no i-fucking-dea what I think of him. At least not something I could honestly say I know, or rather, can tell someone straight up. And I think that’s exactly how he likes it. Nobody can ever be fully understood, and I don’t think he doesn’t want to be, because when he wanted people to get him in Midtown, it went right over their heads. So now, in my head, I think he just wants to be seen however the fuck you see him, and he’ll be there, maybe with a few other people, laughing because they just don’t get it. And those people aren’t me or you. He’s not perfect nor is he an idiot. He’s just… Gabe. A person I’d love to talk to/argue with (one; he has pretty intelligent opinions and two; he’s of the only people I’d ever argue with who knows his shit). So I’m at a fine like with him. Did I mention how sexy he is? Yeah. I just controdicted the hell out of that ramble right there. Oh well.
Onto my next person.
Pete Wentz. I’ve never called him Peter, but I have called him Peta more than once. If you wouldve asked me to talk/write/ about him three years ago I wouldve told you how amazing he is. How there is no one, nor will there ever be another Pete Wentz. That no one gets him like I do [insert eyeroll here]. I wouldve recited his old blogspot posts. Told you how he thinks. Why he said this, why he said that. I’d want Take This To Your Grave buried with me and get super pissed at p33n jokes, be cause I thought he did too. (keyword: thought) Yes, I was that kid. That Fall Out Boy fan. That Wentz fangirl. That kid. The kid who took a person she didn’t even know much more seriously than he took himself. That’s odviously not what I think now. I’ve grown up. Not so much grown up, but learned and had my fair share of board arguments. No, not boardies. I’m not a boardie. I found a truth. I now know that I don’t know these things. I don’t know him. I know, anybody could’ve figured this out, but you can’t change my mind that easily unless you have a legitament reasoning, and nobody ever did. I had to be the reasoning. I had to find out the hard way. And no, that doesn’t mean I lost faith in him or FOB, I just discovered my own truth. Had a realization. But with that comes what I know now. For instance; he is forever going to be an emo kid. The emo kid. The one with more angst than me at 13- impossible, I know, but nope. He wins. He is so amazing though. That I’ll always know and think. He’s was my idol and inspiration- still is, to an extent. I would love to get inside his head. It’s odvious his wiring is different from ours. And I love that- always will. And I may not get goosebumps when I see him smile (in pictures by the way) or cry when people make jokes about his penis (I’m telling you guys, it was bad), but I will always admire him. In every aspect of the word.
Soo this was our first offical ramble. Hope you enjoyed it, know where I’m coming from, and if you hated it or have no idea where I’m coming from than fuck off, you were the one who took the time to read (or not, Id love hate mail, just know your shit ;) ).
-Natalie](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpzr6hTsEb1qzl1y5o1_500.jpg)
So Im the first to post a real, well, post on here. It’s Band Member Monday by the way, Im not sure if I was supposed to say that but oh well. Anyway, these dudes mean so much to me. More than anybody will ever know. This isn’t my favorite picture of either of them, but it’s my favorite or best I could find of both in front of the same lens. I’m writing this from my phone currently so this won’t have enter spaces between each respective ramble, but it will once I go back and edit. Oh and before I go any further, I get off topic a lot.
Gabe Saporta. Gabey. Gabriel. I may be a G.A.B.E fangirl, but I’m not naive. I’m not stupid, he is not perfect. I’ve never thought this man was perfect. Not even when I discovered his existence in ‘06. And that’s honestly why I smile so big when I see him. That sounds so creepy but I’m not going to bullshit you. Whenever he makes a weird inside joke, some I know some I don’t, but the times I do, it’s awesome. To be in on his joke. But there are things I disagree on. Maybe that’s what separates me and most fangirls, aside from accepting his not-perfect, I don’t agree with everything he says. I don’t swoon when he makes an intelligent rant, I listen, and form an opinion, a legit opinion. He’s got so many sides of him too- like any normal person. Gabe Saporta is like one giant, Uraguayan (possibly misspelled) bean dip. So many preceptions fromt so many different people. There’s this idiot frontman who apparently has an thing for vodka and a big ego to people who don’t know they’re shit. A completly amazing human being who’s super smart beyond words and/or what people see and is so perfect and sexy to the naive fangirls, who just havnt been letdown yet, or who just havnt found a truth. The asshole who used to be so cool way back in the While The City Sleeps days (give me a fucking break) to the “old school” Cobra fans who take them much too seriously (hint: you can’t be a serious fan of a non-serious band). This guy has so many preceptions and I love it. What I think of him is in none of those categories, and I’m not saying that’s a good thing either, because to be honest, I have no i-fucking-dea what I think of him. At least not something I could honestly say I know, or rather, can tell someone straight up. And I think that’s exactly how he likes it. Nobody can ever be fully understood, and I don’t think he doesn’t want to be, because when he wanted people to get him in Midtown, it went right over their heads. So now, in my head, I think he just wants to be seen however the fuck you see him, and he’ll be there, maybe with a few other people, laughing because they just don’t get it. And those people aren’t me or you. He’s not perfect nor is he an idiot. He’s just… Gabe. A person I’d love to talk to/argue with (one; he has pretty intelligent opinions and two; he’s of the only people I’d ever argue with who knows his shit). So I’m at a fine like with him. Did I mention how sexy he is? Yeah. I just controdicted the hell out of that ramble right there. Oh well.
Onto my next person.
Pete Wentz. I’ve never called him Peter, but I have called him Peta more than once. If you wouldve asked me to talk/write/ about him three years ago I wouldve told you how amazing he is. How there is no one, nor will there ever be another Pete Wentz. That no one gets him like I do [insert eyeroll here]. I wouldve recited his old blogspot posts. Told you how he thinks. Why he said this, why he said that. I’d want Take This To Your Grave buried with me and get super pissed at p33n jokes, be cause I thought he did too. (keyword: thought) Yes, I was that kid. That Fall Out Boy fan. That Wentz fangirl. That kid. The kid who took a person she didn’t even know much more seriously than he took himself. That’s odviously not what I think now. I’ve grown up. Not so much grown up, but learned and had my fair share of board arguments. No, not boardies. I’m not a boardie. I found a truth. I now know that I don’t know these things. I don’t know him. I know, anybody could’ve figured this out, but you can’t change my mind that easily unless you have a legitament reasoning, and nobody ever did. I had to be the reasoning. I had to find out the hard way. And no, that doesn’t mean I lost faith in him or FOB, I just discovered my own truth. Had a realization. But with that comes what I know now. For instance; he is forever going to be an emo kid. The emo kid. The one with more angst than me at 13- impossible, I know, but nope. He wins. He is so amazing though. That I’ll always know and think. He’s was my idol and inspiration- still is, to an extent. I would love to get inside his head. It’s odvious his wiring is different from ours. And I love that- always will. And I may not get goosebumps when I see him smile (in pictures by the way) or cry when people make jokes about his penis (I’m telling you guys, it was bad), but I will always admire him. In every aspect of the word.
Soo this was our first offical ramble. Hope you enjoyed it, know where I’m coming from, and if you hated it or have no idea where I’m coming from than fuck off, you were the one who took the time to read (or not, Id love hate mail, just know your shit ;) ).
-Natalie
