sam koster.
his version of emily is love.
sonny's was great.. but he screamed.
click here to listen to sam's
click here to listen to sonny's

Blaqk Audio

addicted to blaqk audio and afi.
seriously. i spent like three hours on youtube looking up songs and interviews.

Nightwish - Over the hills and far away

i will marry tarja. for serious, my little piglets.

i know.
i haven't been posting.
but i don't have anything to post about, really.
slipknot is deep.
i doubt any of you [my friends] will like them though.
"everything is 3D blasphemy, my eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up, this is not the way i pictured me. i can't control my shakes, how the hell did i get here? something about this so very wrong. i have to laugh out loud, i wish i didnt like this. is it a dream or a memory? i felt the hate rise up in me, kneel down and clear the stone of leaves. i wander out where you cant see, inside my shell i wait and bleed." - slipknot
get any deeper than that and you'll drown.
YOU'RE NOT IT'S REAL MOM!
T.T
-runs away sobbing-
...
ahem.
so yeah. tarja is better than annette. not that annette isn't great... tarja's just better.
night wish + evanescence + seether + flyleaf + slipknot + within temption + three days grace.
they will rule the world.

in awe

i found this 13 year old blogger.
she's beyond amazing.
makes me feel self-conscious about my poems.
i'm not gonna give you her blog, however.
for now, i'll just sit in awe.

don't ask.

and the machine guns fire [rata-tata-tata]
and the bombs detonate [resounding booms echo]
and fruitcakes are baked.
[ding!]


have i ever mentioned i hate poetry? i love it, but when it's for school.. ugh.
feist is actually pretty good. thanxalotamy.

annnd dane cook is cool.
"your move holy man. choose wisely."

ahhaa

just to remind you why i love rhiannon:

• a truely wise man never plays leapfrog with a unicorn.

• if i saw you in a dark alley... i'd probably mug you. O.o

• oh wait my mum's downstairs talking... i'll be sneaky so that i don't get forced to say hullo
-puts on ninja outfit and fuzzy leopard print slippers-
damn she saw me.

• liquid eyeliner is spiffy

• i do not tolerate the intolerant

• british people cannot pronounce the letter H. for example: "'ello. 'ow's it going? 'ave you 'ad a good day?"

• oh by the way,
ghu goj hkker brupegh kapa luye bsaynt

• oh what sucked about friday was i didn't get to go downtown with some random people from the dance because mummy thought it was unsafe to roam the streets at night. and then she went and did her errands while i sat on the slide at school for an hour and a half in the dark waiting for her to pick me up. some 16 year olds were drunk-driving [on their bikes] and road them into the playground and one of them hit the swing set and went flying off. then they asked me for a lighter. i told them no hablas ingles and they left. then this pizza truck came into the driveway and the janitor payed the pizza boy and then he ate the pizza. good times. well i'm gonna stop writing this and start sorting through my mountain of CD's. i can't find the one with lamb of god

• deva and me and moon were grinding and the parents grabbed us and were like "no! nothing that makes you look like you'll get pregnant." we're like "umm.. girl + girl = no babies."


she just says these things.
:/


look at his glasses.



i got tokio hotel's US CD today.. :D good times.
i fell in love with the dude from three days grace's voice. i'm like scratchy! O.o looooove.

i have a huuuge crush on lacey. and amy.
they're just so cool.
annnnd i like mary-kate the hippie. except she was the anorexic or something. she's cute. ♡

and to think a poor fraggle sacrificed itself for this photo to be taken...

and speaking of cheez-its... i mean. pineapples. no wait, i mean fraggles... ahh, the love between fraggle rock and i..

I updated a lot so you have to scroll down a bunch to see them all..

i figured out how to have just one blog but a blog and two stories.
at the right are lists of hyperlinks, you click on it and it will bring you to the post that has that chapter in it! :)
so now you don't have to search in the archives.
yay!

stupidity.

arlo: the cure for cancer is AIDS!
daniel: and the cure for AIDS is cancer!
arlo: but if AIDS are the cure for cancer then how is cancer the cure for AIDS?
daniel: they're both the cure.
arlo: but then you're just always cured.
daniel: exactly... :]
arlo: but..then...THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE! >.<
daniel: haha.. i would rather have cancer.
arlo: dude, no. AIDS is only bad if you get sick, cause then you die.
daniel: well yah. i mean unless you get sick from cancer.

Stories

I'm thinking of creating 1 - 2 new blogs, with each story on them. It would be easier for everyone, i think. Adrie's Story and Brendon/Gabbie's were updated, they're below...
tell what works best for you. :)

through the mind [i never made it out whole]

listening to - nothing. i've giving jai a break. [jai is my ipod]

this is adrie's story, i know it's a little fuzzy but i still need to revise it.
and it's crucial that you tell me what you think.
otherwise i won't continue.

I sighed, leaning my head back against the solid brick wall. Why are things always like this? I just need somewhere to go. To get away. No, to run away from my problems. Just like my mum did.
I have to clear my head. I can smell the smoke, hear the cried of the innocent people trapped inside the building. This is all my fault. Then again, isn’t everything?
Groaning, I pushed myself from the crouched ball into a upright stance.
“Adrie! What the hell are you doing here?” Raan appeared out of nowhere, pushing me back against the brick wall. I’ve gotten pretty tired of brick walls. When I rebuild this city, I’m getting rid of all the bricks. I’ll just use some cool plastic thing. Maybe then I’ll be –
My thoughts were cut off by Raan’s hand coming to meet my face.
“Get out of here! They’ll know it was you!” He shouted, his face mere centemeters from mine.
“But Raan,” I said with so much patience that it looked out of place in this basement, what with the stories above shining like a beacon, warning people to stay away from the madwoman inside. “Technically, I don’t exsist here,” I continued.
“Exactly! They’ll blame it on the one person who had absolutly no reason for being here!” Damn. He had logic on his side.
That’s another one of my problems. I have absolutley no commen sense or ability to use logic. I just.. do. I’m impulsive. Maybe that’s what started my obsession with fire.. All it took was just one little match.


This really is the time to explain. What’s the point of writing this journal, documentary, diary, whatever you want to call it, if you don’t understand? There are books and movies like that, where you don’t get what’s happening to the end. But this isn’t a book. It’s not a movie either, though my life would be much simpler if it was. This is real.
And this, what you are reading right now, is my journey through my mind. I can’t decide if I ever made it out again.

she's insane...