Me encontre esto en el facebook jeje y me gusto, muy ciertas algunas cosas:
you tell people to sit the fuck down.
you've worn alot of red and black.
you start considering the possibility that the royal family are reptiles.
you can tell what song is coming next just by the first chord.
you've sat in the cold and rain outside a gig venue over 12hours before they even play.
you know every single word of every single muse song.
you've hyperventilated in the queue when they do a soundcheck.
you know when to point, when to clap and when to start jumping when you see them live.
you've posted regularly on a forum or group.
you recognise at least 10 people at every gig you go to.
you can tell what year a photo is from just by matthew's hair.
you get excited when chris talks in interviews.
you consider intro and interlude to be very important.
you've heard of and have probably bumped into tom kirk.
you've met your boyfriend/girlfriend because of muse.
you've had dreams about doing sexy things with them.
you've sat for more than a healthy period of time looking at related videos of them on youtube.
you love matt's laugh more than anyone elses ever.
you're not breaking down, you're breaking out.
your friends are fully aware of how much you're into muse and are somewhat worried.
you've had that achey feeling on your ribs from being crushed at the barrier... and loved it.
you've been labelled as obsessed.
you consider the 16th and 17th june 2007 to be 2 of the best days of your life.
you've been attracted to someone purely because they're a muse fan and because they understand.
you prefer spider dom to peter parker.
you've imagined you're falling when you hear the opening of bliss.
you remember when rocketbabydolls.com was the only website to constantly check.
you own several muse shirts.
you've seen too much too young.
you go mental and feel somehow superior when a muse song comes on in public.
you like to guess what bright colour dom's jeans will be.
you know which piece of artwork goes with which cd/record.
you've made it your duty to gradually persuade someone into becoming a hardcore fan like you.
you've realised that braces on a man are actually very sexy.
you not only know all the riffs they play live, but also know their names.
you've noticed how matt and dom have some sort of unspoken romantic bond.
you've felt emotional when seeing stockholm syndrome live, but then just jumped and moshed so hard it went away.
you think matt's scream near the end of shrinking universe is utter perfection.
you know you're a heterosexual guy and you love women, but you'd let bellamy fuck you in an instant.
you'd consider taking magic mushrooms.
you get a massive grin on your face when starlight starts.
you regularly use the words 'epic' and 'genius' in association with them.
you have a favourite album and enjoy debating with other fans why you're right and they're wrong.
you've walked home with red confetti stuck to your sweaty self.
you could have been number one if you only found the time and you could have ruled the whole world if you had the chance.
you get mesmerised by matt working the kaoss pad.
you liked chris' handlebar tash and may have imagined him in a dirty 70s porn film.
you've drawn over your veins with a biro in class.
you've saved a disgusting amount of muse pictures onto your computer.
you buy standing tickets rather than seated because being seated at muse is fucking lame.
you screamed like a nutter when unintended started at wembley stadium because you were so shocked.
you think map of the problematique should have had a released video because it's too awesome to not have one.
you get sick of the radiohead comparisons.
you've reached up and burst a balloon.
you've decided you're gonna dye your hair bright red.
you believe their version of feeling good is better than the original.
you've seen matt wearing a low cut top back in the day, but think it's ok because he is a god and can do no wrong.
you still giggle at the rage intros.
you're tired of fighting, tired of fighting, fighting yourself, yourself, yourself, yourself!
you've bonded with utter strangers in a queue.
you'd go on holiday in teignmouth.
you practically climaxed when they played fury at the royal albert hall.
you think matt makes adidas sexy.
you've had their lyrics as your msn screename or personal message on a regular basis.
you abbreviate titles like motp, tiro, bh&r, smbh and rah.
you know they've gotta change their setlists to incorporate new songs, but feel gutted when one of your favourites is taken out anyway.
you've referred to matt as bells.
your spine tingled throughout the man with the harmonica intro to knights.
you know wearing glittery trousers might look gay, but would probably wear them anyway just because matt did.
you can't help but fidget when you watch the live stuff on hullabaloo and haarp because you neeeeed to jump.
you love dom's real old boxer moves.
your mates are sick of seeing muse songs in the what i'm listening to on msn.
you've caught a pwoper fish dom!
you think whipping people with fishing rods is hilarious.
you regularly brag about how many times you've seen them live and if it's in double figures you do it with an even smugger look on your face... not to be mean, just to clarify how cool you are.
your muse section on itunes goes on for ages but you love scrolling up and down seeing how long it is.
you'd definately consider going to another country for a gig.
you have at least one muse poster on your wall and regularly get the urge to put up more pictures from magazines around your room.
you think being able to say the alphabet backwards with ease is the best party trick ever.
you're used to seeing people in bright pink/yellow/red/green skinny jeans
y pues si se les ocurren mas frases ahi las agregan en español o ingles da igual
