WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Had an atomic bore
In 2004
Pulled some atomic tricks
In 2006
I got out way late
In 2008

I'm gonna do it again
In 2010

Uh...

Had an atomic bore
In 2004
Pulled some atomic tricks
In 2006
Got out way late
In 2008

I'm gonna do it again
In 2010

And for 5...7...9...and 11
The guess is yours!
Oh yeah, yeah ,yeah!

haha, i love it!
i am going to die. i am going to fall over and die. i have so many exams coming up and i'm failing art because i havn't handed anything in and i am just going to die.

i had a panic attack today.

nico says i should get out of the house and get some statbucks into my system. the selfish bastard.

i don't know any french. there is no way i am ever going to be prepared for anything at all.

my hands are shaking.

it allows me to type really fast.
Dandy Warhols really arn't helping anything right now. They are just making me feel worse. i don't care about how fucking bohemian you are. get away form me.

my hair is clean.

i lost the damn picture that i was doing this promising painting from. and now it is ruined forever.

ever noticed how i never talk about people? this is because i have no life. ask around. see? no one.

at least my nails look nice.

the suspence is killing me.
.[EMO].
xx.Do you enjoy depressing music? who dosn't?
xx.What makes you sigh? pathetic situations, which, is my whole life.
xx.How many hours a day, on average, do you spend feeling sorry for yourself? umm. well, a lot. if you count laughing at how pathetic i am and then feeling stupid feeling sorry for myself. which it is.
xx.Who or what always brings you down? me. and people. i hate people. in general.
xx.Do you wear glasses? reading glasses.
xx.What frightens you? spiders, people, germs, me.
xx.Do you wear sweaters all the time? I would if they looked good on me at all.
xx.What makes you tick? pardon me?
xx.How many times has your heart been broken? never.
xx.What do you think of Dashboard Confessional? ...no. never.

.[PUNK].
xx.Tell me about that time you broke that law! umm, walking on private property.. and some umm...substances. thats about it.
xx.What or who pisses you off? not much. and a lot. dammit.
xx.Would you rather date a sissy or a homebody? sissy.
xx.Sex or drugs or breaking stuff? can i do all?
xx.The Clash or The Ramones? clash hands down.
xx.What do you think about Anarchy? technically its a bad idea, but i keep on ranting about blah and it ends up with me promoting anarchy without my consent.
xx.Tell me about a prank you played! things to do with water.
xx.Do you do things that are "bad for your body"? yes. won't tell what tho.
xx.How many times have/were you kicked out of that place?! i try not to get kicked out. its all my friends fault.
xx.Are you in trouble all the time? no. i'm the good one. comparitivly.

.[GOTH].
xx.Do you want to die? no. just tired.
xx.What do you think about graveyards? i love them, they are so claming.
xx.Do you write poetry often? no. i used to though.
xx.How much black clothing do you own? i've started to expand my wardrobe from blacks a bit.
xx.What type of makeup do you wear? depends. nothing or a little bit.
xx.What do you think about pain? its painful.
xx.Masochism or sadism? sadism.
xx.How do you feel about the rest of the world? like i said. i don't like people on the whole.
xx.Do you cry often? no.
xx.What do you think about vampires? they are kinda cool.

.[METAL].
xx.How messy are you in general? only my room.
xx.Do you bang your head on things repeatedly? no. no thank you.
xx.What do you think of mullets? they are the devils spawn.
xx.When did you start drinking alchohol? as a small child. my parent were for the whole, let her try it thing.
xx.Do you go to concerts often? if i could get into any.
xx.What bands rock your pants off? piss off.
xx.What do you think about violence? ...
xx.Who or what makes you homicidal? piss off.
xx.Worship Satan or practice black magic? dear god. go away.
xx.How wild are you in general? wild no. sad, pathetic, some might say cute, yes.

.[GRUNGE].
xx.Are you wearing any clean clothes right now? only clean or midly dirty things please.
xx.How often do you do the laundry, anyway? when it deeds to be done.
xx.Do you wear flannel shirts a lot? god no.
xx.When was the last time you showered? this morning thank you very much.
xx.Do you speak clearly? yes. very. most of the time.
xx.Are you a lazy person? at heart, yes.
xx.Do you play any instruments? YES! TONS!
xx.Who or what do you rant about a lot? people, me, music, stupid people.
xx.Empathy or Sympathy? empathy.
xx.What do you think about Nirvana? shame.

.[INDIE].
xx.What makes you different from the rest of them? i'm really to similar for my own good.
xx.Who or what makes you bitter? everything. i was a jaded bitter three year old.
xx.What was the last big decision you made? i try to avoud those.
xx.Are you a happy-go-lucky type of person? in ways. ask chelsea. she would know.
xx.What do you think about conformity? root of all evil. seriously.
xx.How hard do you work to get what you want? quite hard for a while, and then i wake up and realise that i should stop.
xx.What do you resent? the whole, no accomplishment thing.
xx.Why might some people consider you to be an asshole? well. I have been called a bitch a lot in the past. and the word scarsastic is over used when refering to me. but i don't show that so much anymore. so.
xx.Do you trust others? no.
xx.Are you a loyal friend? to people who i consider friends. i don't consider everone who says boo to me a friend.

.[RAP].
xx.Do you live in the ghetto? ...no.
xx.Have you ever even held a gun before? no.
xx.How much bling do you own? well, my teeth. A AHAA.
xx.Would you rather have your best friend be a wangsta or a wigga? get away from me.
xx.Would you rather be bustin' caps or rollin' joints? well.
xx.Big butts or big boobs? butts.
xx.What's your best pickup line? do you like green food? i do.
xx."Fo' Sho" or "Yeah, son"? i laff fo' sho.
xx.What race are most of your friends? well, considering that there are no black people around here, and only viv is asian, then white.
xx.Ever been to prison? no.

.[POP].
xx.Who or what makes you so excited you piss your pants? truthfully? all harry potter merchandise and movies and stuff.
xx.Prep or Yuppie? yuppie. yeah, yeah.
xx.How much money do you spend on bad music? i have spent a lot on music that i now realise is horrible when i was 11.
xx.Justin Timberlake or Nick Carter? that is just disgusting.
xx.How many of your friends still listen to NKOTB? umm. i don't know i was either born or able to turn on a radio at that time.
xx.Do you like mainstream music? depends on whats mainstream. i like some mainstream rock.
xx.Do you want to be a pop diva? *cough*
xx.How many times, on average, do you say "like" in a sentance? umm.. ok... quite a bit.
xx.OMIGOD or OMG? OOOOO M GGGG!
xx.Ditsy or just plain stupid? just plain stupid thank you very much.

save me.
I want Christmas. I'm a greedy little child who wants presents.
.. *growls at plastc tree*.
*siigh* I had to walk the neighbours dog, cause i'm getting payed to. But, I have a cold, and the dog is big, and I was really really cold, and no one was around for moral support. So I sat in the cold on the golf course and watched the solitary golfer.
I didn't feel like moving.
The dog nocked me over.
I still didn't feel like moving.

too fast, too slow.
I woke up less than an hour ago.
I actually got my ass down the staired and started to make breakfast. Cereal. Then i decided to clean the milk bottles that i mad just finished off cause my mum is always bitching for me to.
Then the whole reason for going down the staires got soggy. And gross.
And i missed a call. And it was most likly important becuase it my ortho.
Yeah, Fuck you too.

But you know, not to the extent that you, fair reader, won't comment on my post. Cause, i'm pissy and alone at the moment. Show me some love.

P.S.
maybe you could tell me a less cheesy and weird way of saying 'show me some love' in the context that i just did. cause.. you know.. i couldn't come up with anything else.

Pop-Up Memories
So, I'm sitting here and surfing and I start getting bored. And Chelsea who was on the phone, leaves me. And I starting lementing my woes to radiohead and the nail ploish remover.
That's when I start getting sad, that's when I start to wonder what the fuck I am doing with my time.
What happenes next really dosn't help at fucking all.
I look in my favourites the same way I look into the fridge, knowing what it in there and looking for a slice of slavation in what I know dosn't exist. This time I really prowl that file and scrape the bottom until I find something that I didn't knew even exited in there.
I clicked.
I waited.
I clicked again... and again.
I walked out of the room.
I waited.
I came back in and it was this girl's melo account. I decided to read a bit, see who she was and why I had her in my favourites. Halfway into reading it dawns on me. Its (let's call her Christy) Christy. Now, she is one of the most amaizing people I have ever met in my entire life. Last year, she was my best friend. She dictated my life at school. She was the one that told me when to arrive, what to wear (in a helpful kind of way) and where to go with her after school. I hung out with all the people she did and hung on her every word.
She was beautiful.
Huge haunted eyes.
And a few years older than me.
Last time I talked to her, she was yelling at me and I was mad at her. She had started to be clingy and pushed me around. I became a burden to her. And havn't seen her at all since then. Then I come across this. And I read her life. She always has the most amaizing life. Now, I wonder if I hung around her because I liked her and understood her, or because I wanted to absorb her. Wanted some of her to rub off on me.
I'm very sure she is much better off without me around her, but when I was reading her life, her brain, I felt this huge pang of loss. I wanted to cry. What she wrote was brilliant, she had amaizing views and knowledge of the world around her. She always puts things so elequintly and turthfully. She could make me laugh through anything.
I still find myself talking about her occasionally, and when I do, I feel as if there is a large ocean between us, worlds apart, and I am the only one looking back.
I'm sure I havn't even made a dent in her life, she has interesting and equally brilliant friends, so I'm sure she won't remember me over a year from now. But I don't think I will ever quite be able to get over her.
OK, so I'm making this sound like I was in a relationship with her, which is incredibily not true. I'm sounding like a bitter girl lementing about the one that got away. There was nothing of the sort. This is incredibily not ture. I'm sounding sad, and depsperate. And thats not the point. The point IS that there is still that great loss, of what is a great person.
I could always see that greatness in her, that light. And its so very far away now.
I really hope that she finds people in her life that are better friends that I could ever have hoped to be to her.
I might cry about her now. Over what an amaizing person she is, and her type of amaizing life that I will never have. Over how, if she read this, she would piss herself laughing and think me even more the child.

oompah.
QUIET... listen to the tubas!

whaa?
Hello. Today I spent the whole day making outrageous boxer shorts with my dear Papa. Using really ugly old fabric that we found at thrift stores. Its worth a good laugh. It was really an odd experience. I'm making them so that when I get back to school, I can blind all the other girls.
And that whole situation got me thinking that everything is much to happy. There is no one that hates me, so I'm not getting mad at anyone, and so, I'm getting along with everyone a lot better, and there is no hostility or sarcasm. And that scares me.
Its like I've died and some nice, silly girl has taken me over.
It scares me.
I need someone to hate.
I need me back.
Would you be that person?
No.
I suppose not.

You disappoint me.

Kiss my ass and call me Judy.
FUCKING CRACKER TIPPER! RUSH ME WHY DON'T YOU!