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ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

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Cheers.

I’m every cliché but I simply do it best.




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


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Anderson D./Andy
arvy.
audreyyyy.
bamba.
The BarBars.
bets/betina.
bianca.
brittany & casey.
cheenyka.
chi; simply indescribable.
christina marie.
dindin, dingdong.
disconinjas.
ells; the Fall Out Boy chic.
hannah c.
hudaaaaa.
ice.
ickbal.
iman.
izaq.
jammie.
jana.
jemuel.
joakk/joey/quack.
jolin.
joel
jovan.
justin.
kathrine.
katkat/kathrina.
kathleen.
kevin
kim.
kriztine abigail.
krizteena.
leiz; still the blabla.
manuel.
margaret.
maria natacia.
marlieeee/marla.
melanie a.
Mary Jayy/Mary Jane/Mary Joyce.
millah.
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monica/monix.
mumz.
mykaa.
nabs/bilay.
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nina.
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pinkyy.
rcheller; the Manhattanite.
rhona.
ria.
relzz.
rielle/jan.
rosemary.
rubianca.
sarrrr.
seebs.
sim.
syiqah.
shanny!
steessh; the LOUD.
tashaa/nats; for cookies click here.
tiaraaa.
timmy.
umi; the taller one.
ummi syahirah.
wryck.
viel.
yerraaa.
yvonne&rora.
yzma/amelia/ismey
zim.
zim & friends.
zul.




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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The Last Day of School 8:15 AM

Today was the last day of Term 1. Sigh. I hate the holidays for 3 reasons;

1. I won’t get to see my friends unless we hang out somewhere

2. The teachers give us more homework than we ever get while we’re still in school; and

3. I can’t fix this frucking mess I’m in until next, next week.

Yupp. This messy, messy, MESSY mess I’m in. And no, I do NOT wanna talk about it. Today was just like any other, minus the part where a couple of people went emotionally berserk in class, it didn’t even feel like it was the last day. Eeesh. Oh, oh, someone in class got punk’d today hahahaha. LMAO. You see, yesterday was our turn to lead the Assembly and all. This one guy in class went AWOL for some reason. Today, he came to class and suddenly it became obvious he didn’t come yesterday because he doesn’t like going up front in front of all the sophomores, juniors and seniors. So when he asked Nico if we had Assembly yesterday, Nico said that it was cancelled yesterday and we were gonna do it today and he freaking believed it. ROTFLMAO.

The whole class was in on the joke by the way, and by the 4th period he told teacher that he ‘had a sudden headache’ (yeah, as if) and went home. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. What an arse.

Today was also the last day of my current Math teacher. They made the announcement after break and some people laughed, others sighed and many cried. Some of her students gave her going away presents too and her whole class cried. Like, wow. I’m not gonna miss her SO much since she was never really my teacher before and therefore did not get attached so yea. Well, it was fun (well, in a Napoleon Dynamite kind of way) while it lasted. I didn’t have to worry about saying goodbye since she lives in the house right next to mine, heck I can see their garage right out of my bedroom window, and I can say goodbye anytime I feel like it. Plus, I’m gonna see her tomorrow anyway, since it’s PTM; I have to go get my Math test paper(s) which was a really funny story.

What happened was, we had a test on algebraic fractions yesterday. Halfway through the test, she was paged to the front office and she never came back. Seriously. HAHA. So of course while she was out, most of the class started cheating asking each other what their answers were, while I was crapping my brain out trying to figure out the algebraic equations (I can’t seem to get the hang of it). I prayed to God she won’t tell us to pass up the test since everyone cheated. And she never came back. Man, thank the Lord since I was totally confused with the question. I did it about 10 times and came out with 5 different answers. MAN.

Anyway, today she asked for it, which kinda screwed some people up since they threw it away. HAHA. I finally got the question by the way. So anyway, English today was kind of fun. We played Charades since it was the last day and I was grouped with Aikks, Nico, Naz & Reese and the first thing Nico though of was Pink Panther and then I started acting out the ‘Pink’ part by wriggling my pinky Aikks and Nico did it too. It looked kind of like a tadpole. Or a sperm. Ew. And exactly at that moment, teacher came by and looked at me weird and she was like ‘What is that?!’ And I’m like; ‘It’s a pinky wiggling, du-uh!’ And she was like ‘I think you three should be in a mental asylum.’ Well, I can’t blame her for saying that, I mean, just imagine, you were walking around expecting people to be thinking of phrases and names and then you see three people wriggling their little fingers up and down looking like earthworms. Metal right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. This is how we roll.

First was…well, I forgot what we acted first. Well, second was like, Juno. HAHAHA. I was like walking around weird holding out an imaginary huge stomach. LOL. Teacher was like, ‘What’s that? Stomach-ache?’ HAHAHA. And everyone else was shouting pregnant. It’s fricking Juno dammit. I forgot the third thing we did, but we did Pink Panther. HAHAHA. We didn’t even get to do the pinky wriggling part because everyone actually figured it out right after we wrote the 2 blanks. LMAO. And the final one was Three Cheers for Five Years. One MCR fanatic thought it was Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge when the first two blanks got filled. HAHA, close but no. Nobody could guess it so I was like ‘IT’S THREE CHEERS FOR FIVE YEARS, BY MAY DAY PARADE DAMMIT. DON’T YOU GUYS KNOW MUSIC?’ lol. And then it was dismissal.

I got out of class immediately to go look for Josh since I didn’t get to talk to him during break but yeah, he disappeared. lmao. So anyway, I got on the bus and went home. I think I’m gonna spend the holidays working for money. Either at Coffee bean (HIGHLY unlikely) or my best friend’s mom’s restaurant. There’s no point going anywhere since it’s only a ten day holidays so yea. Okay, I’ve spent a couple hours on the computer now and I pity my TV out there being neglected. I think I’m gonna watch Juno. LATERRR.

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HISTORY

January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
March 2010
November 2010

YESTERDAY.
-Three Cheers for Five Years
-Joshua Osman aka Josheii
-HONESTLY.
-Nine In The Afternoon
-Misery Business
-The first all-time-low.
-it's not crazy, it's life.
-It Won't Be Soon Before Long.
-The Next Breath You Take Should Be Underwater.
-(It's Not) Screwed On Straight.