|Your Political Profile:|
Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
Personal Responsibility: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
Fiscal Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal
Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal
|You Should Weigh 145|
If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon!
|What Amelia Means|
M is for Moral
E is for Explosive
L is for Loud
I is for Intelligent
A is for Astounding
|Your Daddy Is Darth Vader|
Why You Love Him: He takes You to Disneyland
- Current Mood: Poked
- Current Mood: Sickish
We are not individual beautiful snowflakes, we are the same rotting organic material everyone else is.
- Current Mood: Pained
- Current Music:Broken Face.
If this is PMS, then DUDE im SO getting a fucking sex-change.
- Current Mood: Awful!
Things: I....LOVE....GHANDI ! (The gecko) and FAT FREE FRUIT SORBET!!!! AND GAY PEOPLE!!! WOOOO!
- Current Mood: confused
The 1st one has no title, so ill just choose one from my list.
"Mayday, Mayday! (We've Eaten the Pilot)"
Tell me that my eyes are closed.
My dreams have become the rulers of my conscious
We’ve missed our chance to change our fate
That lethal second’s passed a million times
Now folded neatly under the bridge
Like common clothes; Fabric of time.
I wish I’d listened to my parents.
Wish they told me what was wrong.
This life is suicidal,
With a certain intuition
That sends shudders through our spines,
And hotwires our hearts to the edge of the seat.
Joined at the hip, and hardly looking,
We find this pit that is our misery;
I notice at once what went so wrong so long ago,
I had my heart at first, but now I don’t.
Borrowed, sure. But not returned.
So slow and sure worked the hands of my murderer,
That I loved every second of my death.
Feeling nothing but the scalpel,
Under the heat of a burning light bulb,
Our damaged bodies can corrode comfortably
Once laid under a quilt of mottled earth
With a breath of words that say
“Open wide, ‘cause this will hurt”.
Are my eyes closed yet?
This sinking feeling hits the bottom
Hits the drain and slips below
And very soon, I cry and wonder
Where the hell the punch line is
Because this isn’t funny anymore.
That one wasnt all that good. I like this one better;
This one doesnt have a title either, so back to the list;
"To Ressurect a Mockingbird"?
This night I have a death to save.
Ill dig up every single body
Until I reach your grave.
Even if I kiss the ground
My rose will never grow.
Being knee-deep in your address
I stand before your stone.
Digging for treasure,
Making a fiend.
If you wont live,
If you wont live…
ILL FORCE YOU TO……..
I swear that If you cannot stand
My mind is starving,
I cant think,
Of any other thing to do.
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty voice,
Such a shame that
The bitter cold that cuts my lips
Adds flavour to our every kiss.
I’ll become a serial killer
Just to hear your voice say my name again.
Strewn upon the floor
And sewn up blindly accurate
Your rotting flesh that I adore
Tonight we change the ways of fate
Why do you look so fine,
My gorgeously bent line?
I wear my sunglasses through the dark of light
I’ll hand you all your organs,
And you can give me sight.
We’re going faster than their god permits
Let’s just hope that all of their skin
- Current Mood: blah
- Current Music:The Birthday Massacre!!!
On a different note, i went to like...someplace like 3rd street & Promenade today, and it was pretty cool. I was like 'Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, im so living here!' I saw my future house. It was like one story tall, and was made solidly out of wood paneling. There were chunks missing near the roof; you could see DARK.
It was dusty, decrepid and old. It had graffiti and other shit around the front of it.
The plants outside were dead.
It was practically as haunted as you could get, if you live next to a sunny california stretch of highway, palm, and beach.
I saw dogs too. There was this big...Bulldoggy thing, and he looked really mean and his tung was all stickin out. I went in and gave it a pat and it rolled over and let me rub him. He crawled into my lap and we were in love. Then i had to go.
We went into this store that sold old toys and whutnot, so i was having a ball looking at glowinthedark Ouija boards and purses shaped like watering cans. They had old rusty toys from like the 30z!!! Omg.
Today, i was wearing cat ears, neon tights, mighty mouse boxers, and a fake arm-sleeve-tattoo. (Hey, it fooled Axel.)
That was down right sweet, because i was hauling in compliments by the bail.
When we were driving home, I watched the "Grace Kelley" music video on ze ipod. Its my swag, i got it free on a podcast.
<----- Thats him, Mika.
I wanted to fucking MARRY this man after watching the video!! Hes so energetic and fun.
Anywho, I started off hating him the first time i heard this song, like, months ago. I thought he sounded like a gay Freddie impersonator. I guess hearing Jenny say that he was good made me actually take four mins out of my life to watch his vid. I dont regret it at all. I thank her. =Q
What else. Hmmmm.
Oh yeah: VIVA LA FREDDIE MERCURY! woo!
- Current Mood: drunk
- Current Music:Grace Kelley
Like...This is basically the set up:
*random person accidentally brushes past me*
Dude, youve got some soft hair!!
Or i look at someone and its like
"@$^(%#$ youve got crazy eyes, man!"
- Current Mood: crappy
- Current Music:Frogs outside
Honestly dont know wut 2 write about.
*takes a spin in office chair*
Um....Okay, just about a half hour ago, i finished watching that new Pixar movie. Ratatouille?
Yeah. It was pretty great.
Other than that, i bought my whatsitcalled.... Matchmaker test today. At shcool.
Ethan Renner is my top 1 match. *shudder*
After he broke up with 'Manda....Heather....and Brianna....Gawd, hes a lady-eater. And hes annoying as HECK!
Just today he spit at me! ew. I think he and Tyler should...yknow..."Hook Up" as us French like to say. They already pretend like theyre married.
I feel ripped off, you know. Honestly speaking. I paid 2...count it, TWO, dollars for that sheet of shite. (no pun intended.) I OBVIOUSLY didnt fill out my birthday the right way. Half the page is BLANK.
Anywhoz....gah....SEAOs out the butt this week! I have to finish 170 pgs of Harry Potter 4 by...oh god...TOMORROW??!?
ugh....its ten now. Cant read. Maybe ill just...erm...Pretend, right?
So thats it, bare detail form.
OHOHOH!!! I almost forgot. Mom says shes gonna take me to an MCR + other bands concerta in APRIL because she has to write an article about it!!! HOW Gr8 is THAT?
Omg, its 2 good 2 b true, its not gonna happen.
If it does... then...OMG.
- Current Location:In the wallowing pit of shame that is my room
- Current Mood: blah
- Current Music:BRAND NEW, Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades.