TRL: THE NEW COOL?

So tonight I turn on TRL out of curiosity, and what do I see... The Used, The Donnas! Holy Shit! Then I'm like peeing my pants when they pan to the audience. Gone are the screaming teeny-boppers. Replaced with, what else, young rock fans trying their hardest to look "emo" like they saw in Seventeen Magazine. I need oxygen.

I'M DYEING

Right now my head looks like a tar torch. Black as night. Blech, I hate the actual process of coloring one's hair. It smells like ass and it really uncomfortable.
FOLLOW UP:
I look like a punker-beatle. Zowie!