You said you'd keep me honest, but I wont call you on it

Muss.
Kulls.



We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say,
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding"
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones in a glass room.

oh we're so miserable and stunning
love songs so genuinely cunning

We keep the beat with your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend, and dreamed
We're just sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self saying "how you been?"
We might of signaled fire just a little soon
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room

oh we're so miserable and stunning
oh love songs so genuinely cunning

It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
But I’m just tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
We’re the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter.




It's "The Carpal Tunnel of Love"




-------Scottie: all the sentimental memories you own, when they say grow up it's just like a funeral. and it feels like (it feels like) you're lost.

I know you think you've heard it all before.

In response to that last comment on "Dear Jene":

First: Why did you read this if you were afraid to? I say: don't face your fears. End up like me and see what it's like. Until then you'll never know why I say things. Why do you think I'm not your friend? Who told you that? Who are you? I can tell you. I'm choosing my friends, okay? If people come up to me and talk to me once a week and we are friendly, I don't call you a friend. I call you a person who I am civil towards. Got it? So (I say this with all the concern for feelings that you said your bit) if I'm not your friend and you want me to be, get over it. You have/had your chance, you either used it or you didn't. Tough luck. It isn't a big deal. It's like being friends with a demotivator most of the time, I bet. Why would you leave a comment again? Didn't you get that everything was all better? Or, no, wait, we aren't friends, so you wouldn't be talking to me about anything other than lunch money and sodas and crap. Why bring it back up, though?

Back to the point: I'm not being hypocritical. God was the only thing I had left. (Suicide looked like a party compared to everything else because I missed feeling like somebody was there for me. So, if I bothered with anything, it wouldn't matter, so I'm taking up space, who cares.) But I fixed it. yay me, right? No. It's all better, but it isn't because of me, I don't think, and that's fabulous. Anyway, in middleschool, did anything like this happen to you? Cause that must have been a REALLY screwed up place.

I wish you could hear what I was saying. I really, really wish you could. I'm not talking about JUST what you know. I have my stories too. I have my own reasons for things, and the people who bothered to check on me know what they are.

Of COURSE there are people with bigger problems! I know that! But why, then, are you minimizing MY problems?! WHY DO YOU THINK NOBODY SHOULD CARE? I think that if somebody is hurt, someone should care. I think it needs to matter to somebody. I'm sorry if you don't share that view, but maybe I need help too sometimes. These aren't only my problems all the time, but the way you're talking, it sounds like I just dug myself into a hole of shit by 'confronting' my problems or whatever in the face. That was this. This blog entry was for people who knew what was going on. Not for people who go, "Oh, okay. That girl is kind of cool, I think I'll play the friends game with her..........oh wait, she's depressed. I better get defensive and awkwardly butt in where I DONT belong, and am NOT welcome."



So, just whatever. I don't care anymore. This is getting old. No, it IS old. This is old news that you attacked, and I am done trying to explain myself. Geez. It's not even like a broken record. I keep repeating stuff, yeah, but it's like somebody is playing the same record over and over and as soon as somebody finally put it away someone else pulled it back out and started it again because I have to keep explaining the whole thing.



To try to sum it up: You don't get it. Don't pretend that you do. Don't pretend that we are friends. Tell me who you are(I want to know who talks about me. Really. I want to know what people say about how awful I am). I don't give a crap about sensitivity when you don't either, so don't get your feelings hurt by this. If we aren't friends, why would it hurt your feelings if I didn't like you? I don't just dump friends, so I must have never liked you, or we ARE friends and you are just listening to the outdated bullshit.


------Scottie: Something tells me that you think I'm stupid when I say to you that what I say is true.

I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you.

I don't even have a reason for writing this post...Oh wait. Yes I do. Just Kidding.


I I I I want to make a music video. I think a joyous, upbeat one would be fun, but I feel like making a depressing one to "The Blues"(Switchfoot) or "Counting Stars"(Sugarcult) or maybe even a SOmething Corporate song(I'm leaning towards this.)

You all have to help in some way. Okay?

1. Tell me which lyrics you like better:

A: "I've been climbing ladders through time
I've got tunnel vision but I'm doing fine
And I've been watching stars coming off of the wall
And maybe if I'm lucky I could catch them before you fall
And you are not alone"

B: "There's nothing here worth saving,
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?
It'll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down "

C: "Counting stars wishing I was okay
Crashing down was my biggest mistake
I never ever ever meant to hurt you
I only did what I had to
Counting stars again"

D: "Well I can tell as you turn,
I smell the sulfur so clear.
And fire's a beautiful sound.
And the wings that you burn turn to ashes my dear,
and ashes just fall to the ground.
Yeah we're only ashes."

E: "Taking steps back through
The words I should have said to you
They all got lost - you went away
Well I feel sick and
You just don't care anymore, anymore "


2. Tell me if you want to be IN my video

3. Tell me if you have any specific sad ideas that you'd like me to incorporate. (stories, scenes, effects, etc.)



4. I'm so bored.



---Scottie: You said betweeen your smiles and regrets, "Don't say it's over....dead and gone."

I am an Arms Dealer

Fitting you with weapons in the form of words.
And I don't really care which side wins.
Just as long as the room keeps singing
'Cause that's the business I'm in.
This ain't a scene it's a goddamned arms race.















You know what this means?


--Scottie: I'm a leading man and the lies I weave are oh so intricate. Bandwagon's full. Please, catch another.

Hard to notice, gleaming from the sky when you're staring at the cracks

It's not as cold out here but come quick. I'm losing feeling.

"I'm gonna send the rain your way."

"Do you think we're gonna make it? I don't know unless we try."

I don't want to risk trying again, though. I don't want everything to fall back into a spiral of pain and tormant like everyone did in November. It hurts to live now, though. Everyone I see is happy and they stay happy. I just have random, fleeting happiness and I hate that.

---Scottie: Stand up and fight and I'll stand up with you

"These dreams of yours are gonna fly"

You fix this.

You make this go away.

---Scottie: aren't you relieved to find out you're not a gollum

a big man is ripping your ears off, percy.

People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world. Do you believe that if a man repents enough for what he done wrong, than he'll get to go back to the time that was happiest for him and live there forever? Could that be what heaven's like? The man is mean, careless, and stupid. Bad combination in a place like this. There's lotsa people here that hate me, lots. I can feel it. It's like bees stingin' me. I guess sometimes the past just catches up with you, whether you want it to or not. Men under strain can snap. Hurt themselves. Hurt others. That's why our job is talking, not yelling. You'll do better to think of this place like an intensive care ward in a hospital. I couldn't help it, boss. I tried to take it back, but it was too late.

Do you leave a light on after bedtime? Because I get a little scared in the dark sometimes. If it's a strange place.

I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.


--John, Paul, Percy, Del, & Melinda: We each owe a death - there are no exceptions - but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile seems so long.

They Killed 'Em With Their Love

I thought I had some stability there with people. Just. Kidding.
way to prove me wrong, buddy.

So, I'm just being really rude and mean lately, and it's fun. It's natural to mock people, insult them, make them want to cry. This, my "friends", is why I'm a terrible person. And don't get me wrong. This isn't a "feel sorry for scottie" thing. It's a "get used to her" thing. You guys probably will hate me when I keep acting like this (except, like, the few who've been sticking with me) so you can go ahead and call me a twit now and get it over with. I really don't care anymore.

The people who I was complaining about knew it and they did everything they could to tell me I had it wrong. I believe them. They are the ones who are behind me now. They're my real friends, now. I just want to get that straight. Jess and Kate? I KNOW they are there for me. I don't care what you tell me against them. It doesn't matter right now 'cause I need people behind me. Like Maeve. Or Kasey. Or Katie. Or Sarah. Or Ellen. They are the people I don't really talk about, but they are the ones who don't care if I'm a cruel, mean person because they are either saying the same things or thinking the same things and it's why we get along.

Tear off your own head. It's a doll revolution.

I'm in a song-y mood, so here goes a lot of song refrences that, even if you don't know the song, you'll still get it. So read it.

I'm sick of staying paralyzed by fear of abandonment, so say hello to Mary. (Don't you dare call me that, but I'm doing the whole 'be yourself' crap i've been hearing from everyone) I don't care if it doesn't work and you run away. I'll deal with it.

It'll all catch up eventually. Well, it caught up and, honestly, it sucked. These past weeks sucked. I can't wait until the christmas break starts. But I'll never want it to end because I don't want it to go back to how it is now when we get back for mid terms.

I know you didn't mean it. But that doesn't make it better.

She said, "Why don't you just drop dead?" ((I'm not even gonna add my own words here.))

-----Scottie: Do you love your sister? Then don't say anything.

Who is she?

Who am I if not your neverend distaster?

Probably my favorite song I've written. I'd type it, but I don't feel like it.

I also don't feel like staying here anymore. I just want to move as far away as possible from my family. My dad just butts into everything I do and he's so mean. All he does is yell at me and tell me how horrible I am and then he runs off to praise Conor and build him shrines of dreams and privliges. I'm sick of being here now. I'd like to leave, please.


---Scottie: How far down would you go if I never came up again? Cause you're so sick of it all and you want to change everything

B.F.S.

Four years you think for sure
That’s all you've got to endure
All the total dicks
All the stuck up chicks
So superficial, so immature
Then when you graduate
You take a look around and you say HEY WAIT
This is the same as where I just came from
I thought it was over
Aw that’s just great

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who‘s the best dressed and who‘s having sex,
Who‘s got the money, who gets the hotties,
Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess
And you still don’t have the right look
And you don’t have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends

Check out the popular kids
You’ll never guess what Jessica did
How did Mary Kate lose all that weight
And Katie had a baby so I guess Tom’s straight
And the only thing that matters
Is climbing up that social ladder
Still care about your hair and the car you drive
Doesn’t matter if you’re sixteen or thirty-five

Reese Witherspoon,
She’s the prom queen
Bill Gates,
Captain of the chess team
Jack Black, the clown
Brad Pitt, the quarterback
Seen it all before
I want my money back

The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who’s the best dressed and who’s having sex,
Who’s in the clubs and who’s on the drugs,
Who’s throwing up before they digest
And you still don’t have the right look
And you don’t have the right friends
And you still listen to the same shit you did back then
High school never ends

Here we go again


----Scottie: The Great Burrito Extortion Case

Staring out the stands at a rock and roll band

Happy Thanks Giving, yo.

Scottie is getting her hair cut. Possibly this afternoon, probably tomorrow. Aren't you excited for her? Yaaay!

THe picture I'd found isn't there anymore, so just deal with not knowing. Jene, don't tell them my new hairstyle plan cause it's too awesome for them. Them meaning everyone. :D

Um....Yes. Now I must go put shoes on and go to mass. Hoo-rah. :D


--Scottie: Little holes in parachutes wont leave you falling. If they do, it's because you want to land.

Dear Jene,

JENE! This is all for you. Anybody is free to read it, though. It's important. *emo tears* I love you soooooooooooooooo much!!!!!! Even if "EVERYONE" everyone is being stupid and ditzy and whorish, you are one of the few people I know will be constantly decent. Please just trust that it's going ot be okay. Keep in mind that if these people deserve your love, they will redeem themselves. Otherwise, they aren't the peple you thought you knew and they aren't worth sticking with. I think I have to let everyone know that tomorrow. I think they need to know that they've changed and they have to either find themselves again or they have a few less people to look after them.

I love my friends, but these people aren't my friends. These people are slutty, stupid, acting-in-the-moment, mindless androids. I am not trying to be specifically mean or harsh, but it's true. It's not like I am saying these things about our friends, though, because our friends are lost. They have been replaced by the new generation of clones.

At BYCC, the theme was "This Generation Will..." and then they had all kinds of things. Change the world. Never be forgotten. Stuff like that. Looking at This Generation, I'm thinking it's true, but it's not positive like it should be. When there are so few decent people, how are we going to fix this world? (Obviously I don't mean that any more than two people could fix the world, but I mean people in general).

I'm thinking, 'Do I really want to live in a world where the bulk of the population is a type of person on whom morals and love are lost? 'Cause it's not just high school kids. This is what is happening to everyone. Everywhere. All over the place. I was pretty messed up(depresionwise) not long ago, and as soon as I was starting to feel better for the first time in years, this happens. I don't care about myself anymore. I feel awesome about myself. I actually feel BETTER than a lot of people.

I think out of all of us, Jene, you're the best. No matter what, you stick with the people you love. Everything you do seems to be in an effort to make us feel better. You are afraid of putting yourself before other because you don't want any of your friends to get hurt (it's okay to put yourself first though) and I think you're the sweetest person I've ever met. It's why I love you sooo much. When you're happy, you can just cheer anybody up. You can make anybody feel good. So please don't be sad. What happens is going to happen, so just stay on the sunny side. Just be proud of yourself (a good pride) and don't let other people's screw ups throw you off track. When they come around, they come around. No matter how long it takes. If they are worth it, they'll shape up. If they aren't, then they aren't who you loved. I know that you wont be influenced by them. I know how incredibly strong you are. But if you can't handle it, find the people you know will be there for you. I don't want you to feel like you HAVE to go to me, Maeve, Nick, or one of them. I just want you to feel like you can. I want you to feel like you can go to somebody and not look weak. Because you aren't. You never have been(for the time I've know you, at least) and I don't believe you ever will be. You're just one of those people that anybody can trust. It's just what you do. :)

I'm doing my best to be strong for you, and I'm doing my best to sort it all out in my own head. So don't ever feel alone if you're mad at or confused by these people. Don't ever change the way you are. We can't change these people, but I think we should be there for them when they turn around and see where they screwed up. When they turn around and see that we're waiting, I think they need to be able to walk along that path or shattered glass they've made and be our friends again. When they come around, I think we should be there. When our friends are back, we'll be waiting to welcome them (Prodigal Son-like). Right now, though, they're still lost breaking windows and walking on eggshells. A real friend, though, should be there when the masks are dragged off and these new, disgusting people are gone.

Just....please. Stop worrying about us, Jene. Just for now. It's our turn to be there for you. It our turn to be happy and try to cheer you up and that's what we're going to do. It's about time we did a little something to repay you for everything you've done for us.

This generation will destroy us if we don't stick together. This generation will tear down the walls and boundaries of decency and try to drag us in with them. This generation is lost.

I need a generation who can fight back. I need a generation who can stand up for themselves. I need a strong generation.

Now, more than ever, this generation needs to find God. I think that's it. I think they're all too lost to see him. They're crying out for attention and help, but they wont accept God. I think that's it. If they can find him and use his help, they will get better. I think that's it.




--Scottie: You always seem to put your trust in the ones you love, when you really should put your trust in the ones who still care for you when you dont love them enough.

God's Gonna Trouble The Water

I'm back. Yes. I am back and I rock. And I ran. So......talk to me. Wah.

The new Fall Out Boy songs make me happy. "It Ain't A Scene, It's An Arm Race" and "The Carpal Tunnel Of Love"

That's it.

---Scottie: God, I snow here? God is nowhere?: God is now here.

Don't See The Sky, I See The Ground Above, Below

Well this is goodbye. Until Sunday night, at least. I'm a-going to BYCC. So is le Maeve, so you can't talk to EITHER of us...unless you call us on our cell phones. but whatever. We'll probably be out swimming in the heated pool or hot guy hunting....Well, maybe not so much for Maeve. :D

Um, I'm going to go finish packing now and find my bottle of ACETAMINOPHEN! Hooray. There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium...:D


--Scottie: Iodine and thorium and thullium and thallium. O.o

It's Been A Bad Day, Another Bad Day

Kind of. Really boring. So I dug up some old pictures and drew a new one! The new on is for Erin, it's Pete Wentz, and all the rest are from last year. Bleh. Hurr they are. :D I said hurr. Teehee.







I drew THIS in eighth grade. This one took me, like, ten years. Kind of. It took a very long time and a lot of failed attempts and giving ups. But I kind of like it.

I think this picture is better in person, but it's okay. I'm proud of my attempt to recreate a Pete Wentz picture.



Yeah, well, there you go. I drew a little man dressed as a cowboy wearing a space helmet, but I didn't scan him yet. Does anybody know the source of the picture's contents? I will be ashamed if you DON'T.


-----Scottie: All I want to do is look at you and know it's okay

The Best Will Sure Survive

"Somewhere in the middle,
you'll forget what I'm going to say.
and I'll keep telling you
and continute repeating myself
just until you remember.

somewehre near the ocean,
the strangers met
in the middle of nowhere.
even with bodies falling around them,
they met in true perfection
and they knew this perfection was love,
but he knew it wouldn't last.

somewhere in a minute,
you'll forget what i have to say,
so i'll just continue my story for you
and start all over again when it's all over
they couldn't stop the wars
and they couldn't hide from the death
so they stood there.
in nowhere.
in 'perfect.'
forever, it seemed. for good.

but now, it's just beginning
and i know that you'll forget
but we haven't reached that point
so i can't start over yet.

they never left eachother
but still, there was no after.
only in-between existed
not a story or start.

this is only stupid memories---
and now, did we reach that part?
yes.
this is somewhere you forgot me
and it's somewhere you'll forget.
it was me and you
and you and me
but you wont remember that.

i tell everyone you died that 'day'
the day we stood in perfection
as bodies fell beside us...
...and we just didn't care."

"Maybe we didn't know.
we didn't know not to forget.
and you told them that i died...
you and i, though. we never met.

somewhere in the middle,
you forgot me.
that, I knew.
i carried on with nothing
because you were gone.
now i can hear you crying
and i know that our fate hurts
but with everything and nothing,
what more can we ask for?"

and, yes.
here's where it ended
and yes, where it began
but they were not a part of any of this
they never knew---
because they can't.

for the two who stood in perfection
neither life nor death were real.
but everything but anything
existed only 'in-between.'

somewhere in the middle
it was real and it was true
"somewhere in between"
"i knew him"
"and i knew you."
--M.R.S. 11/8/06


Picture time!
Coolest people ever(kind of....no, they are)

'nuff said.


Fabulousness. Too much fabulousness for my own eyes.


Just yes.


Have you heard about Hugo and Kim? (I am NOT giving you "THE FINGER" so do not fret.)

Of course:

Bailey and Cosmo being cute and 9 weeks old in England.


Told you I was a pro bowler once.


Definitely scarier that no acid was involved with this picture.


Sheer terror and awesome pantalones.


Yay! Just....yay! Glee! *dance of joy*


Yumm pre-homecoming dinner at the Maevenator's.


I lurv this picture.




--Scottie: Me gusto las tortugas! Te gusto las tortugas?!

I hate making so many posts

But go listen to "Homesick at Spacecamp" It's my new favorite/obsession.

---Scottie: and now my life is an open soul for all to see. so help me heal these wounds

I'll remember how my heart stops every time.

You all may not hear from me for a while, so, sorry. Just giving you a heads up. I've got rehearsal until 5:30 tomorrow and then I'm going from there to this thing at my church where they give me free jewelry, then Saturday Rynn and I are going to see the Prestige and are going to a party from there. Sunday I think I am doing something, but I don't remember what. After school every day next week, I've either got rehearsal or an appointment or something. I think I should have a massive crazy movie marathon Monday. All freaking day long. The Green Mile, Monty Python, the old Amityville Horror, Matango, all that jazz. My life is too filled with fun things. Why am I not happy?


--Falling forward as she walks towards the light.



You're setting youself up to die. It's sad, but that's your own wicked reality. I'll mock and insult you all day long, but--- aw, don't cry little emo girl! I swear I really meant it! I meant that you could go die. I meant that you could die any day now. So--- don't cry, little emo girl! Don't cry. I meant that you were a loser and I mean that you're a failure. You suck, I rock. You lose, I win. Go die, emo girl. Go die.

Isn't Jimmy Bennett Cute?

Well, I think he is.

Um....people are annoying. Specific people. Ew at them.

Yeah and people need to be online more often so I can talk to them. Most of my problems are related specifically to people. Not that they are the problem, they are just involved.

I like how the priest at mass today described me and then said, "This person is selfish. It is the work of the devil." So, yeah. You better look out for me. I'm the work of the devil.


----Scottie: Katch'em. Kill'em.

Girl's Not Grey

I'm joining the club.

Johari :)

As we dance with misery, all lost in the arms of our misery.

Nohari :(


I know I'll leave a stain because I bleed as we dance. We all dance. We all have no chance in this Horrid Romance.


------[sign off]
----Oh, how I smiled then, so near the cherished ones. I knew they would appear......saw not a single one.

Put it down right now and Bow out gracefully. Drown yourself right now.

October 26, 2006

Dear Friend,

Who knows me? Jene knows me! Um....out of that 'group' of friends, that's it. Who am I? Mary. Who do you know? Scottie.

I'm not trying to be a drama queen. I swear. But it's going to seem a little dramatic, so, sorry.

Who you know: Scottie.
Scottie: Happy, spazzy, random, and crazy. That's everything summed up. I don't really need to expand much since this is the one you know, but here goes a little something. I'm usually pretty hyper once I am awake and I'm always cracking jokes whether they are good or not and I have hundreds of inside jokes (provincial, lolol, werd, etc.). I've got a bunch of friends and three best friends and everything seems pretty good. Everything here except for my friends is a facade.

Who I am: Mary.
Mary: Sad, Cold, "emo"(yes. I am using a label), hateful. Yes. Incredibly hateful. If I don't like someone, I REALLY don't like them. I can give you examples, but you never know who'll read this. I don't need more people hating me. Sixty people is enough for now. So, yeah. I'm pretty much always mopey when I'm alone and that's fine with me. Just as long as nobody else sees that. When they did (8th grade, even) they just ended up mocking me, teasing me, hating me, and making me miserable and, if possible, feeling worse about myself. I really don't like myself. I don't know if I quite hate myself, but I really would prefer not to be me. So I just keep up the Scottie image so people will like me. I know that's shallow-ish and dumb and I know people are going to say "You can just be yourself! We love you anyway!" But you DON'T!

Nobody gets it. Nobody realizes that they don't know me! How can you love me if you don't know me? You know Scottie, you love Scottie. That's fine. But I can't be myself anymore. I can't be Mary. So I'm either going to be Scottie forever and just keep myself all stuffed up or I'm going to be Mary and have two friends. And that'll be it. I can't stand it! I can't stand being either person! I just want to find a place in between but I'm too scared to be Mary because I'm too scared that everyone scarred me for life years ago and I don't have the capability to be happy AND Mary at the same time. I don't like being two different people. I can't just be one at school and one at home anymore. It's too much.

All I have left to say is:
-Don't judge me. I can do that myself. I have done that myself.
-Don't tell me to be myself because that isn't what I want.
-Don't tell me everything will be okay unless you know that it will or you have some way of making it okay.
-Don't call me emo in a derogatory way and tell me to go cut myself(Like some people did today). I've been there and done that.
-Don't you dare tell me you love me. Say that you love Scottie if you want to or if you even do, but don't even think about telling me you love me unless you know me. That privilege is reserved to two people. Erin and Jené.
-I'm sick of it all.


does it feel like forever
And shouldnt you be laughing too?
Take a look how they found you
Take a look what theyve done to you now
What was it they wanted
Sullen and haunted?

Just how deep will you go
To see through it all?
If you could consume her
Would you say you were finding your way out?
Is anything coming clearer?

Coming closer my composure turning
Inside out in her
Calling home all alone
You can call I wont answer
Any question in my head
Remains until you feel the same
Never telling how I felt is all I ever cared about(("Sick of It All" - Finger Eleven))




---Love Always,
Charlie

Look At This Photograph

AAHHH NO! I can't find my totally awesome picture! Its Cosmo and Bailey(my cats) when they were little kittens and they are sitting in a basket and it's just their little faces and its sooooo cute! But it is nowhere to be found.

Don't worry. I'll find it.

SOOOOO Guess what! I am Kelsi in High School Musical! I am so excited. I can't play the piano, but I'm the "playmaker" so it rocks anyway. Terasina is Gabriella and I'm sooo excited for that too cause she rocks like metamorphic. So, yeah. But Langan is Troy, so that's kind of sad. But really really really funny. Yep. Uhm...okaybye,

And here's my awesome homecoming pictures from the de Sales homecoming. Yay me! It's at our friends house though cause our camera died.

--Scottie: Well, I saw it on your keyboard and you saw it in my eyes

Why Can You Read Me Like No One Else?

Spent months of last night dragging this lake for the corpses of all my past mistakes.

HEY LOOK! I wrote this in JessTea's yearbook. I am SOOOO Awesome. Be jealous.........NOW!::: 'I <3 Jess "She's the Blade" that's right. She's my little "Angel With a Filthier Soul" and "Until Her Heart Stops", she'll be the coolest person ever. "It's Not a Side Effect of the Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love". We're "MFEO". So here's to all the "Lipstick and Bruises" the "Downfall of Western Civilization" and a toast to the inevitable "Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year". Cause it's "Time to Dance!" Here comes "The Adventure"...


I'm writing one for Jené now. Well, not RIGHT now, but in the near future.



Take your taste back. Peel back your skin. Try to forget how it feels inside. You should try saying no once and a while, oh once and a while.


--Scottie: Her heart is the worst kind of weapon.

Do You Know What Stars Are?

First off, here's the opening band I have a couple pictures of. Ladies and Gentlemen, Daphne Love Derby:



And now.....





The real deal...........





ANDREW MCMAHON!!!!!!!!





















YES


I love Andrew (McMahon).


:D Hahah.


--Scottie: as cars pass by the liquor store, I deconstruct my thoughts at this piano