freaky

i don't know if this was supposed to be and meant to work like this and MCR new all about this, but it's fucking crazy... ladies and gentlemen, i give you Ghost Of You by My Chemical Romance backwards...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndYug_YRLZs&mode=related&search=

if you are just as freaked out as i am by the end, please tell me...
and everything they say makes sense...
freaky...

jump

this is so damn fucking amazing... i wish i could do this... watch it and be amazed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_sw3OOUTlo

music

holy fuck, i can't get any music to this thing... i tried about a thousand times, but it just won't finish saving... fuck it.

wow...

holy fuck this is funny as hell... ok, maybe it's funnier than hell. in either case, go watch this now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urIZ0bqo7dU&NR

what to name this... what to name this... that works

i'm in study hall and i'm really bored... i never know what the hell i'm supposed to do in here, so i go on here and type random shit. okay, not real shit, but in this case shit is a variable. shit could mean boring stuff, not so boring stuff, stuff that actually doesn't kill anyone or put them to sleep... oh, by the way, at the school basketball game last night, the one between staff and eighth graders, the staff won. that will NOT happen EVER again. next year i'm playing. next year, we're gonna win. next year, Mr. K will still be better than Mr. Anderson. haha, Mr. A was really bad. he tried to dunk and the ball went flying off the backboard. i laughed so hard. i nearly died of laughter. of course, that would be impossible, seeing as i'm already dead. my reasoning for this is that i am British and Native American, along with a bunch of other things (Polish, German, Canadian, Irish, ...). in the Revolutionary War, the Native Americans helped to kill the British. therefore, i am undead. i'm alive, but my ancestors killed each other, and therefore i killed myself. weird how that works, huh? well, maybe i should stop now before i kill someone with the tediousness of this. (i had to use that word, it's really funny.) drew a person on my finger wearing a black long sleeve shirt with a black tee-shirt over it and black pants on my hand, along with kinda long black hair. well, i have to go now, but go to this address when you're bored...

http://thetwolovermurder.blogspot.com/














what are we going to do about the U.S.A.?

I Hate Science

i'm in science and i should go now... Elias knows now... bye...

and again, i probably shouldn't be saying this...

Elias still doesn't know i love him. Mary said she will tell him when she sees him, but she kept asking why i can't just tell him myself. i am very shy with these kinds of things, so that's why i can't tell him to his face... or on the phone, even. it's sad, really. when i love someone, i feel like i can't tell them because they might not love me back. i should probably just call this blog "Diary of a Love Sick Emo". if anyone is reading this, and is still alive despite the stupidity of this, please leave a comment to help me... i need help, badly... thank you.

Scotty

Well, last night, I talked to Scotty for at least two hours. It was funny, 'cuz we ended up talking about everything in under the blazing red sky of Hell. He even said (again) that he would take a bullet for every single one of his friends, because his friends are his family. It’s the same for me, especially my best friends (Scotty, Mary, Venom, Hunter, Thea, Nevin, and Shannon). well, i have to go now. bye.

well, yeah...

soo... i'm in tech, and i finished my test, so my teacher is letting us use the computers for good and not evil!!!!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry... that was odd... soo... what to type, what to type... oh, i wrote some kind of "conversation" between me and, well, i don't really know who... well, here it is... hope all of you don't fall asleep reading it...




I'm bored. How about you?
I'm bored, too... What do you want to do?
I don't know... You?
We could go someplace quiet, dark, somewhere no one but us can go to. Someplace beautiful, where we can do anything, and the world can see, and no one will care. Where all our problems disappear. Where the world is nothing compared to the beauty of it all.
Where is this place?
Right here.

sorry...that was brutal to every single bitchy one of you.



here's a picture to make up for it...























you all can pretend that's me...

Early Sunsets Over Monroeville

Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living

Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains
Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But would anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now, by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
And would anything matter if you're already dead?
And now should I be shocked, by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
When in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
And our memories defeat us,
And I'll end this direst.

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter,
if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now, by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
But does anyone notice, there's a corpse in this bed

maybe i shouldn't be posting these words...

well, i think, or maybe i know, that i like Elias. well, he must have seen me looking at him the other day, because he waved to me and smiled. he said he liked me last year, but i didn't like him... or, maybe i did, but i just didn't know it... either way, i like him. i should find some way to tell him. i could ask Mary to tell him, because she already knows, but then he'll ask me out (maybe) and i wouldn't have the slightest idea as to what i would say. i'll let him find out somehow. well, i have to get off soon, i'm in homeroom, and soon i'll have to watch the school news... bye... someone i know, tell him.

ramon's brothers are stupid...so is scott...

i am in class and Ramon said that his brothers are in jail and they're addicted to drugs. so is Scott, this guy i wish i knew, but don't. DON'T DO DRUGS IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU!!!!! EVEN IF YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK THAT THERE ARE WWWAAAYYY KEWLER WAYS TO DIE!!!!!!!!! sorry, i just had to say that...FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN (god, if you believe in him), DON'T FUCKING DO FUCKING DRUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (fucking...)

Why This Last Dance-----Cauterize

i saw this song on someone's blog..... twolovemurder.bogspot.com..... and i thought it was beautiful..... i hope you like it as much as i did..... thank you, Yau..... a link to Yau's blog is the top link on my "my favourite websites..." list.....

As we dance
Here in this empty apartment
Echoes of laughter
Long live here after
Put your memories in boxes
Cut all your losses
Romance left this place long ago
If these walls could talk
Then they'd tell me it's time to go

You gave this place so much colour
I don't know why I did not see that before
You gave life to this place
Without you it's empty space

As we kiss,
Knowing that it's our last one
Pull the sheets from the mattress,
Sleep hasn't found us
Tear the curtains from the window
Let the world see this last dance
And now,
What is left for us
Turn all the lights out
Lock the door behind us

You gave this place so much colour,
I don't know why I did not see that before
You gave life to this place,
Without you it's empty space

Someone else can hang pictures over the holes in the walls.
Duck and take cover from the screams in the hall.
Sing you to sleep when you're hurt from the fall
And somehow I will miss this... all

Let's burn this place down
Scatter the ashes
Paint it with gasoline
Start throwing matches
Somewhere in this wreck remains dying love

You gave this place so much colour
I don't know why I did not see that before
You gave life to this place
Without you it's empty space
Someone else can hang pictures over the holes in the walls.
Duck and take cover from the screams in the hall.
Sing you to sleep when you're hurt from the fall
And somehow I will miss this... all

As we dance
Knowing that it's our last one
If these walls could talk
They'd tell us it's time to go


Cauterize - Why This Last Dance

um, ya

i'm in study hall now.....and i think i like someone.....and i am not telling who......Mary is the only one who knows....bye.....and i am sorry.....

hey.....

well, i'm in Spanish....i hate this class.....next up: science.....Ms. Taylor HATES me, i swear. i've been think a lot about Schuyler lately, and, well, i don't really know..... i should get back to my work..... remember this: Goodbye Forever...

Schuyler

Well..... My "boyfriend's" name is Schuyler. He's really nice and he doesn't get mad when he says something that reminds me of Pedro.... Last night, he had to go a football banquet... I started to think about how Pedro plays football..... He didn't get mad at me, then he let us start talking about something else..... Then I found out that he likes french fries..... Odd, yes, but it got my mind off of Pedro..... Maybe I can get a picture of him and post it...... That is all for now.... Bye.....