Somewhere Along The Line

Let Me Get My Hands On Your Mammary Glands

Thu, 02 Apr 2009 00:05:24 GMT

I saw Morrissey on Saturday.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I believe I spent the night standing in a puddle of what used to be my ovaries.

There was a fight that lasted about 10 minutes when he flung his shirt off into the crowd.

I think I would have cried if I touched him.

I'm making me a shirt that says "MOZ-lim"
a play on "Muslim."

Noelian Kiss

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 03:28:40 GMT

GHEY!!!!!!!!!!!

Writer's Block: Being Another Creature

Sat, 26 Jul 2008 06:55:54 GMT

If you could be any creature, any mobile life form at all, which would it be and why?

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I would want to be Tom Gable. Because he is amazing.

Writer's Block: You, the Movie

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 03:53:10 GMT

If your life was made into a movie, what type of movie would you want it to be? Who would you choose to play yourself? Who would play the important people in your life?

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It would probably HAVE to be a dark comedy, but a comedy none the less. I would love to live in a romance, but that's just not how it goes.

I'd want Zach Braff to play my character.
George Clooney to play my best friend.
The girl who plays Juno as my sister.
Woody Allen to play Moultar.

thats about it.

Couldn't The Man Just Have Sniffed Onions?

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:07:20 GMT

Sometimes, when you cry real hard, without making a sound, you get a headache.

Everyone around me is dieing. Faster than most people do.

I wish I could be some kind of sponge and soak up all of the dieing. They all deserve to live.

My mother who breaks her back and won't open her mouth. My sister who is falling apart right before my eyes and I can't do anything about it.

The hardest part is that I can't say I love them more than anything.

The hardest part is how I want to fall back in Your arms and bathe in Your Holy Waters, but I can't. Not yet.

I wish I was righteous, I wish I was brave enough to tell them, I wish I was a better person.

My biggest wish of all, though, is I wish that you would open Your omnipotent eyes and see with them who deserves to suffer and who doesn't.

Life Is A Pigsty

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:50:23 GMT

And if you don't know this, then what do you know?

Yesterday was just a precursor to how awful today has been so far and will continue to be.

Fuck my life.

Yesterday, was the Georgian/Fear Of Lipstick/The Asthmatics! show. So Mimo and I get ready and leave. She asked me to pick up her friend. I don't ever have a problem bringing more people to shows. Seriously, I enjoy it. I didn't even mind that this kid lived on the outskirts of town. So we had to get on the high way and go around the city to get to his place. The thing that sucks is that I missed the fork exit that will keep us in the city. So I ended up driving into Merrimack. Turning around. Finally getting this kid. Go to the address posted on the myspace. It's the wrong address. Katie calls and tells me the right address. I get there, and I've missed Georgian and Fear Of Lipstick.

I have nightmares about this kind of thing.

So I get home. And get yelled at, because my mom doesn't buy it that we were at a show.

WHAT THE FUCK ELSE WOULD I BE DOING?

And I get a lecture about lying. The funny thing is that she told my dad we were at the Salem Mall. Whatever.

OH. And to add to all of this, THE MAIL MAN NEVER SHOWED UP! I didn't get my movie and NetFlix said they shipped it.

And this morning as I'm dressing to get to my Literature and Film final, I get yelled at about how I've been distracting Mimo from getting her work done. Yeah, I've been at school and work for the last 2 weeks. It's the fucking fact that she's been working at the Pizza Place that's been keeping her from doing her work. No no no. Everything is my fault. They can do no wrong.

THEN MY FUCKING CAR WOULDN'T START!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Piece of shit life. THIS IS BLOODY RIDICULOUS!

I got to my final on time and the entire ride to school I was being bitched at.

Thankfully the subject was film, or else I probably would have failed. I was so angry and flustered about yesterday and today I forgot half of my shot terminology.

Last day of school tomorrow.

FUCKING HELL.

This summer better be good. Make the effort, you assholes. Call me.

I Can See The Flames

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 00:27:21 GMT

That warms the frialator. Some kid I know walked into the pizza place. I think his name is Jake.

Gah.

I'm in the middle of watching the Orphanage. Its by the same director who did Pans Labyrinth.

I left the pizza place in a huff just now. Oh well. Back to my records and films. Then I'm hitting the books because I've a bit of psychology to wrap up. 8 more days and we're done for the year. Its hard to believe that I've only a year before I'm done with this shit. I'm so down. All of my friends I actually hung around with are graduating this year. I guess its my job now to make next year a well disaster for the faculty and staff.

Looking forward to that bit.

Writer's Block: The Eternal Nocturnal Struggle

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 22:54:50 GMT

Vampires or werewolves?

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Vampires, 100%. They're sexy, cool, confident, and charming. A Nosfuratic romance, Brilliant!

The Miracle Of Life

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 05:27:55 GMT

So, I don't know if every where else is like this but in Manchester (NH) through your academic career you look forward to one thing (besides graduation), watching the video where you witness a live birth...

No that's not the exciting part! You knob!

The exciting part is when they reverse the tape.

Bloody waste of time.

What a let down.

At least I've got The Boosh.

And Weezer.

I Never Want To Sleep Again!

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 05:25:43 GMT

God, I smell awful.

I can't sleep.

Giant spider crawled by.

I'm freaking out!

Drive By Truckers And Virgin Suicides

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 02:43:03 GMT

You and headaches keep me up all night.

How's it going? It's been well over a year I believe.

My, how the world has changed.

A few things that have changed in my life, maybe for the better, maybe for the worst, are:

1. Cameron and I split badly, I don't remember if I ever caught you up on that before I disappeared.

2. I got a job at Hot Topic back in November, and am still there. I was EOM in February, as well as DEOM.

3. I've made tons of new friends, and I've grown apart from a few good ones.

4. I'm almost done with my Junior year in HS.

5. I met George, back in August, and he's one of my closest friends. We plan on moving to Montreal together, where he'll open a bar and I'll be going to film school.

6. I discovered Flight Of The Conchords, and through them discovered Summer Heights High, and THE MIGHTY BOOSH.

7. I have a bit of a thing for Julian Barratt of The Mighty Boosh.

8. Moultar is one of my besties.

9. I've gotten a hell of a lot more involved in the Manchester Music Scene.

10. I'm a meaner more aggressive person now.

In minor details, I'm a bit more careful who I hand my heart off to. I'm the best friend you could ever hope for. My Jaw hangs loose and words just fly out, but I back up what I say. No doubt. I'm always ready to share my opinion.

Most importantly, I hate the new music that is being made and distributed.

It's just as deadly as cocaine, in regards to the brain.

You Must Understand

Thu, 24 May 2007 01:52:02 GMT

I Have Changed.

When I Awoke I Was On The Highway...

Sun, 17 Dec 2006 01:59:09 GMT

... so fucking far from here.

I feel so Goddamn jealous and sick. Everyone who was ever ok with me isnt anymore. Everyone fucking hates me. I'm obnoxious. I know in my heart that no one is going to read this. I feel like putting a fucking bullet in my own head. Thanks alot, friends, for listening and caring. Assholes.

My Favorite Accident...

Sun, 03 Sep 2006 02:54:20 GMT

... Just Happens To Be Myself.

Honest to GOD. Wow. My life sucks, and you know why? I do it to myself. How? I can't keep my mouth shut, there's always something for me to say. And everything that comes out of my mouth is unwelcome. Human ears can't stand the sound of my voice. Even when I sing, I have the weirdest singing voice. And I am sure that the cat is getting sick to death of hearing me ramble.

So I've always felt this way. I've always been cut off. I thought it was because most of what I have to say is easily uninteresting.

And nothing is ever important enough for anyone to care.

Or feel.

And that's why I've always been shut up. I guess I just felt to much. And you know what? I don't think I want to anymore. I'm sick of having my heart broken and just bowing out with all the grace in the world. I'm sick of myself.

And I'm Sure My Heart Is Sick Of Me Too.

I've promised not to feel unless it is absolutley nessasary.

Which is great, because now I won't have to worry about tears making my flawless foundation job streak. I've worked too hard to perfect it.

So, yeah, I think I'm the biggest Bitch I know. And will continue to know.

But typing this up, I don't know just how I feel. For the past few days, I've been pretty apathetic. I don't even know wether or not I'm hungry anymore. I could feed on my own emotions until I get a cookie or something, and then realize just how empty I am.

I kinda like it, minus the dizzy spells due to my anemia. But I can cure that with pills.

Everything can be cured with pills now a days. Even I can be made to shut up with the help of PILLS!

Don't you just love how far the human race has progressed? We can drug our selves to save our selves, in more than one way.

I'm of course sXe. So No Drugs Here. But I can't help but look at things that way. Everything is so artificial now, that people don't even feel like they used to. I want the old time movies, where the girl and the guy always get together in the end. Bring back the bright sound.

Goddamn Casablanca. Goddamn The Mute Button. And Goddamn Pop Music.

"So, It's Your Last Week At The Nun Convent."

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 05:04:55 GMT

Indeed it is Cam.

I'm in love with that boy.

And he's single.

If you guys have been behind on my life (i have been too, dont worry) i met him at the AFI show.

And he said he's going to Warped Tour naked.

<3

That Is A Trendy White Jacket.

Tue, 11 Jul 2006 17:18:04 GMT

Tis, Thank You Very Much.

:).

It's raining so bad here in Durham... I LOVE IT!

The Radio Told Me To Stay...

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 09:48:06 GMT

It Feels So Void.

But I Loooove My Icon.

Pain For Payment.

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 02:55:52 GMT

So I hurt huuurt huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurt.

AFI is wow... just wow.... i didn't cry at the show , but I doubt you will ever be able tp understand all the emotions that went through me yesterday.

Nice
Rad
Nervous
Giddy
Loved
A Whole
Part of Something
HOME.

AFI are my Gods.

Check out my blog on MySpace for more.... To Touch A God...Or Four.

Lover, I AM LOVELESS

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 22:54:14 GMT

If you haven't already....

GO BUY DECEMBERUNDERGROUND
YOU WONT REGRET IT.

'TIS FUCKING AMAZING!

Sometimes, I Love Stooping To Your Level.

Fri, 09 Jun 2006 21:22:18 GMT

My Mad Lib

Amusement Parks

An amusement park is always fun to visit on a hot summer
Cheese. When you get there, you can rent a
Cereal and go for a swim. And there are lots of
Ugly things to eat. You can start off with a hot dog on
a/an Fatboy with mustard, relish, and fatboys
on it. Then you can have a buttered ear of house with a
nice big slice of watermelon and a big bottle of
cold SODA!. When you are full, it's time to go on the
roller coaster, which should settle your feet.
Other amusement park rides are the Dodge-Em which has little
arms, that you drive and run into other eyeses,
and the Merry-Go-Round where you can sit on a big shit
and try to grab the gold son as you ride past.

Sorry, that was just too good not to post. I love the last line.

Daggers In My Bladder.

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 00:55:10 GMT

"You stay here and finish your project quickly, Esraa, so you can do your sister's with her."

Why does every word cut me like daggers? Shit. It's all about her. It's always about her.

I'm just a rotten kid.

Yeah, that's it.

God I Hate Myself.

Mimo is fucking perfect.

I want to kill her.

Oh, well, even if my parents love her more, AFI loves me more than they ever will her.

I'm special.

I'm fucking pathetic.

George, You Know I'll Drag Out The Whole Bed If I Have To.

Sun, 28 May 2006 02:09:02 GMT

I CANT WAIT FOR UB!

    I met these super rad amazing guys today. Josh, Ian, George, and Kevin. Hmm... maybe I should just give them each their own paragraphs.

Josh
    I sat next to him during Community Meeting, after hanging out in the hall for a bit. LOL <3 I love this guy so much. He's just so great. Really, just plain great. I can see us ending up BFF's! lol. I'm laughing just thinking about him. LOL. Wow. We spoke on AIM today and now we're MySpace buddies! HURRAH!

Kevin
    I met him while standing in line for our photos to be taken. Well, he was standing with George who striked up conversation with me. He's adorable. Kevin, you need to get some damn internet broseff. Like, right away. It's gonna be a whole month until I speak to you again! Grr. Spend the whole month at George's. :). I met his mom too. Lol.

Ian
    Just freaking amazing. Spiffy little hyper dude. We're into all the same Hot Topicy stuff... lol. We seriously need to drag Josh in there at one point. He gives great hugs. He loves cake. Hmmm.... well.... he's just so charismatic, you just have to meet him.

George
    Poor George.... lol. He freaked out because his PC shut his test down midway through. That sucked so bad. And then he got seperated from our group because of it. :(. He likes Panic! At The Disco. Along with Math and Science. He writes poetry, sometimes. He's very smart, and very cute. Hmm... yeah. Anyway, he knows alot about the things I love. Film, Music, Poetry, Literature, and Art. I can tell he was looking at me different. I can also tell he was reluctant to break off the hug goodbye. Aw he's so sweet.

So yeah. All summer with Brian N, Crazy Will, Aaron Gaylord, George, Joshy Boy, Ian, and Internetless Kevin.

YAY!

Three Years Past, And No Lesson Learned...

Fri, 26 May 2006 00:44:40 GMT

...But Inferiority.

    I don't know why it bugs me so goddamn much. Why do I do this every year? Since 6th grade spring time until now. God, I hate the spring. It's beautiful outside, and he's beautiful inside.

Jesus, Ant.

    I believe this is the first time that I have mentioned who he was. Well, it's really no big deal since, I guess, if I am going to be pathetic, then why not infront of my closest friends?

I Need You So Much Closer.

    I am not boy crazy, and it's not because "OMG! Anthony iz zo HOTT!", but a genuine love. I mean, I have spent three and some years thinking of ways, ways it might be possible. I swear though, there is no ulterior motive to our friendship. If he wants to think of me as nothing more than a sister, so be it, I'll just keep admiring him from afar. But...

Am I Wrong?

    For thinking there may be something behind the way he looks at me? All those MySpace comments that end in endings he never sends his other friends? I mean, even since 6th grade people have been saying he flirts an awful lot with me.

But Then Again...

    ...Flirting means nothing, just like making out, as I have recently learned. Shit! Forgive me sweetness, I just compared you to that horrible excuse of a human being. That fucking spider who spins webs and catches girls when they are most vulnerable. Thank God for my concience...and for you. But who am I kidding? I am not blonde, fair, or slim. I am too dark and devestating. Not to mention, Morrissey definently wrote the song, "Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others." whilst thinking of me.

This Will Never End.

    Unless you stab my heart everytime it beats faster when I am near you. Unless you detach my 6th sense of love, my breath will not seace to catch in my throat when you smile. Nor will my skin stop tingling when you hug me, unless you were to tear my flesh off.

Good God! Just Love Me, Or Kill Me. I Can't Stand This Much Longer!

AFI BITCHES!

Thu, 11 May 2006 22:22:29 GMT

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Carpe Diem!!!!!

Sun, 07 May 2006 20:58:17 GMT

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths - for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Hear Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shore, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

-----Walt Whitman-----

OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN!