Some Picnik'd Pix of Our Night Of Splee

LOL!!!! I love Mexican History!!! for some reason, that's the funniest thing in the world
Ya, This pic is SO my facebook profile pic.

FACE VALUE

FACE VALUE

I want to do so much for you
I want to make you proud
But when you've done all that you can do
Sometimes the only step to take is down

What do you want me to say?
Do you have to smother and damn?
The magic just went away
at the end of the day
Could you just let me be what I am?

This is me, honestly
Maybe I'm not meant to be great
Don't you see, this is me
It's not up for debate
Won't you please, forgive me?
I'm sorry I'm second rate
But this is me, honestly

I can't do better than this because this is all there is
Maybe I'm not supposed to be the best or even who you are
Can't you just take me for what I am?
After I've fallen so far

It's not right, but who am I to say who's right or wrong?
We don't honestly know, so we try to play along
I've done my best for you
Take it at face value

EAT SOME MORE BREAKFAST, YOU BXSTXRDS!!!

The powerful words in the title of this post were uttered by my father this morning causing a massive amount of laughing and a minor amount of peeing ones own trousers. This was just the morning though. Craziness had reached critical mass last night as I invited over the craziest, most obnoxious friend I had to a super awesome sleepover where we watched a ton of Invader Zim and drew sketches of my adorable kitty. Words cannot describe the mayhem that ensued, but I hope the plethora of pictures we took can help. CHILLAX WITH YOUR BAD SELF!

BYAHHHH!!!! Cute Is What We Aim For full album stream!!!!!

on their myspace! get it while it's hot!

http://www.myspace.com/cuteiswhatweaimfor

Hayley Williams. You Are Talent.

Mario would be admiring those pipes for sure.

Olivia and Her Love: Chapter 10

WARNING!! this chapter is VERY disturbing/violent. Read only if your stomach can stand it.




On the way to the morgue was whence
The father got his cumupence
Even though it was grim, his corpse hadn't had enough karma yet
And this is about as violent as it gets
But the father's body had fell out of the back
Of the ambulance and was under attack
By wolves who's cold eyes were deep and black
And who ripped the father limb from limb
Casting his innards whilst splaying him
I'm sorry, but I warned you it would be grim

His blood flowed down the rocks as birds pecked his motionless face
Even the maggots had come to get a taste
It seemed that all the animals had assembled
To poke and prod and rip through his flesh
Till all that was left was a ghastly mess
Of hair and bones and sinew
If you say it, you wouldn't eat for a week, I bet you
And in this pile of decaying mush
I admit that there wouldn't be much
To keep anyone up at night
Or haunt anyone's life

It was quite humiliating I'm sure you can appreciate
Made worse, because all the animals chose to defecate
All of the father that they'd digested
Back on the pile of pulp and then left it
What a graceful way to decay

Glamour Kills (Please Shove Yourself Into My Closet Like a Refugee, Because All Your Clothes Would Look Good On Me)

ya. lengthy title, I know. But necessary! I love pretty much every shirt they make, and want their 100% cotton all up ons mah bod! I have a birthday coming up on july 29...... just saying......


these are my favorites, some of them are modeled by girls, but those are unisex sizes. the firs purple one is my favorite.... so true.

Things Go From Bad to Armageddon (officially)

the aforementioned song that I wrote about how my friends pretty much suck when it comes to friendship.


THINGS GO FROM BAD TO ARMAGEDDON

None of my friends are friends with each other
Remember when we called each other brothers?
Now all i got is a ticket stub to a rock show
And nobody to go

{Chorus}
What the hell happened to all my friends?
How come things go from bad to Armageddon?
Well at the end of the summer
Will we still have each other?
I'll let you know how it ends

We're amputated friends
Living on separate continents
I heard "alls well that ends well"
I hope we can all be friends in hell

{Chorus}

I'm literally stuck with all the stubs
And all that I give off is love
You were all thinking of yourselves
Maybe we can all be friends in hell

{Chorus}

Gah! Things Go From Bad to Armogedon

I'm going to write a song soon.  Hope to get it done later tonight? not like it's already late and I'm at my grandma's house, but you know. It's whatever. But the chorus is definitely going to be

"None of my friends are friends with each other

Remember when we call each other brothers

Now all I got is a ticket stub to a rock show

and nobody to go"

ya, it sounds pretty good in my head. But depressingly it's very accurate to my current state of affairs.  All I can do is reflect my love onto my friends and hope for the best.  For now I just hope I don't end up with all the ticket stubs and no friends.... letcha know how it ends when it does! 

Olivia and Her Love: Chapter 9

This chapter starts where the last left off
With the boy in the doorway and Olivia fallen from her loft
She screamed and writhed before fainting from pain
From atop the stairs with his gun full
Of bullets and pointed at the young man's skull
This ending could not be soft

"You've meddled enough, boy, look what you've made me do!"
With these words the father's anger grew
Into a crazed yell from the bowels of hell
Where the demons take turns devouring you

Now most people didn't know that in reality
The shark hand had a personality
But it certainly did and it's only moods
are bitter, unruly rage and how to get food
And in both thes cases the father seemed fit
The shark's intentions became clear as it chewed at the bit
Spewing saliva in buckets of spit
Rage is like a bucket and when it's full it spills
That's why the father's face had grown wild
And his lips curled up into a twisted smile
And he kept this expression all the while
The shark hand bit and bit and bit
Tearing out the father's throat
And in one last cry he screamed,
"I hope I keep you up at night and never let you dream!"

Thomas Edison's Got Nuthin on The Devil

My life has a lot of things that need to be ironed out. And I have to pull out the problem at it's very root. The ugly six headed blood spouting super-being that is Lies. Lies are the real reason my past few weeks have been going rotten. They're slowly driving all my friends to different continents and they've almost cost me my job. They still might, but I hope not.
It's like in your mind there is an up arrow and a down arrow. The up arrow is scary and looks like you might have to work to keep it up and the down arrow is a lot easier like a chute and will get you there faster. The only problem is it's taking you away from where you wanted to be in the first place.... which was up. And once you've reached rock bottom, it's a helluva hard time working your way all the way to where you were before... let alone going up past it. I don't know if that makes any sense, but it's how I worked it out in my mind.
I lied to my parents and my friends and my employer. But mostly I keep lying to myself, saying that I'm not a liar. Because if you've done it once it's bound to happen again. For everyone I've hurt with my lies, I'm sorry. For real.


PEACE.

Tegan and Sara. YOU ARE ROCK

This video is from Tegan and Sara. It's a song called 'the con' and it's off the album with the same name. This music is very addicting for me and I've been listening to their album A LOT these past few days. Tell me if you like!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=G6Zlb2ibZ0Y

Olivia and Her Love: Chapter 8

But dreams can sometimes be a mirage
And they don't always go unsabotaged
By those we used to love
Who start to push and shove
Because they're jealous, even of a young man
Whose life had already been beaten
Because of his abnormality, aka the shark hand
Which, who could forget?

The father? Yes, the father of Olivia!
He has now wormed his way into the plot
After the death of his son he'd been stewing away his days
In the basement with a shotgun, his eyes ablaze

[Knocking at the front door]
"God, that boy is back again
Always wanting more
Leading my baby to bed, even though her skin is red
I'll blow off his goddamn head!"
That was his inner monolauge, his plot to rob a life from a young man

He snuck to the attic for a birds eye view
Of the boy who was knocking
"This bullet, my boy, will be the end of you."
But just then, his daughter burst in
With her crimson skin
And correctly in fact stated
"You're no father of mine, and you'll always be hated."

This was an outrage
How dare she put him through this sufferage?
So in his bout of anger
He went and did something terrible
He pushed his daughter
He pushed her
And she fell
Reddened and battered
At the feet of the young man with a shark for a hand....

Olivia and Her Love: Chapter 7

With growing up comes growing apart
Our lives change
And we have a change of heart
But the boy and Olivia
Never ever fell out of love
people lose each other
friends exchange
But the boy and Olivia never had freinds from the start

And if they did, which Olivia did,
At first sight of the boy with a shark for a hand
They all went and hid
So it was
Only each other
Deep in the garden of love

Where the seasons never alter
There's no tricks to fall for
The emotions never falter
Not deep in there in the garden of love

Where no one can find you
The feelings always shine through
Because they are finally true
Deep in the garden of love

Where the boy with the shark for a hand and
His darling Olivia stayed
There in the sof flowerbed they laid
And grew up to the age of eighteen
Their lives a magical dream
That was in no hurry
Because it was deeply buried
Deep in the garden of love