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Saturday, April 12, 2008
Spray Paint Was Meant For Graffiti And Not For Spraying All Over Yourself 10:40 AM

Hawthorne Heights blasting out the stereo; Ohio Is For Lovers. “..I know it’s hard to feel like I don’t care at all.
Where you are and how you feel/ Spare me just three last words, I love you is all she heard, I'll wait for you but I can’t wait forever.”
 Hawthorne Heights, they’re freaking awesome.

Aikks and Nicks came over today do our project, ya know the one I told you about and I can honestly say the house was a HUGE mess. HAHAHAHA. It was bloody fun though, having the two over, oh yes. Styrofoam all over the floor, paint all over your body and loud noise blaring all over the speakers :]

a BIT of the mess.

They came right after lunch which was after school. Nicks came at around half past one and Aikks came LATE, around 2-ish. She had an issue back at home and everything and doesn’t wanna talk about it. Respect. :] Anyhoww, we didn’t wanna start doing the project without her so while waiting we watched some really, REALLY stupid yet amazing videos on YouTube. Hilarious, really. Then Aikks arrived, Nicks was soooo happy (don’t think of anything, they’re actually convinced their cousins) and we went downstairs to get the thing done.

So we just sort of messed up the house really. HAHA. There were like pieces of sponge (for the trees, like, du-uh) everywhere, it was like, SHOIITE. Lmao. Plus the paint including the one for graffiti were all over the floor. I was stuck painting the background, skies and mountains while the cousins or so they say, did the little trees. They kinda copied the ones in Alvin & The Chipmunks and my favorite bit was the part where I got to spray paint the trees to make it look like it was got snowed on. Lmao. The paint was arsenic by the way, Nicks actually bled when he got some on his fingers :S

I simply love the way the sunlights hits him, niiice. Shot by Aikks.

While doing our work, my phone was blaring music right? Then came on Disenchanted by My Chemical Romance and Aikks was like, HATE MCR. I was like, what? Why?! They are GOOD. And she just went, I have my reasons. Okay, whateverr. Just like my bro man, she hates `em. WHY? My bro’s like, they make LOUD music and I went like, yeah so? I LIKE screamo man. Just not over-over screaming, ya know the death metal which Barry oh-so-loves. :S I like the moderate scream, yeah, now that rocks. Like Jumpsuit, yeah, they’re good, and like, Hawthorne Heights kind of screaming. Listen to Rum Is For Drinking Not Burning by Hawthorne Heights, now that is seriously awesome screaming. “And as we go, emotions start to die, we need to find a way to deserve a life”

I find this photo disturbing. HAHA. He just grabbed the paintbrush and rather wackily painted his nails. Looks crappy. Yet, hilarious.

Anyway, we didn’t exactly complete the project and I suppose they’re coming over again on Monday to finish everything off. We cleaned the mess up at around 5 and me and Aikks went out for a walk around the streets and to neighbor’s house. While walking down the road, we passed by the house before us and there was this dude with awesomely curly hair working tricks on his skateboard.

I was like, whoa, where’d he come from, I’ve never seen him before. And Aikks was like, hey, you’ve got a hot neighbor. And I went like, yeah sure whatever, for all we know, he could actually be a she what with the curly hair, much like Steesh. To give you an idea how awesomely awesome his hair was, imagine that guy from Step Up 2. Ya know, the one with the big curly hair, yeah that. My neighbor look just Alike that, but about the face, I didn’t see, he was kind of like in his garage and we were outside the gate.

My sister said they see him every day, flipping on his skateboard. Weird though, I have NEVER seen `em. Eh. Anyway his awesomely awesome curly fro caught my eye :DD Maybe I’ll talk to him someday, he’s my freaking neighbor, what’s the rush?

After walking up and down the streets, we went over to the other neighbor’s house. They have like a thousand animals there. Okay, so they don’t. But they have lots of cats, a few dogs, some frogs and whadoyaknow, GEESE. Of all the animals, they have geese. I mean, c’mon. Geese were meant for ponds not the muddy, muddy place you call the lawn :S They’re funny to look at though, hahaha. But I have never seen them, EVER until my bro told me they had geese. Eh.

Neighbor's house. Yeah, I noticed I had paint all over my knees. HAHA. was too lazy to go to the bathroom and wipe it up.

Nick had to leave at around 5.30 for church and it was just Aikks and I. We hung around in my room. Actually we were jammin’ hahaha :DD I played some songs on New York (my guitar, yeah I know) while she was on the vocals. She doesn’t exactly have the awesomest voice ever, so what? We cooo’. We hot. ROTFLMAO.


Featuring the cat right there, see it?

Aikks had to leave at around 6 something and that was basically it. Just another day of mishap and outrageousness. Oh yeah, we trippin. Oh man, can’t wait for Saturday.

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YESTERDAY.
-And They Say I Have Issues.
-Heels Over Head.
-If Your Life's Out There, I Bet You Haven't Found ...
-FINALLY.
-What Happens When You Don't Sleep For 36 Freaking ...
-The Matt, The Din, The Duck and The Chi +The Stick...
-The Holidays: Day 4.
-I Was Never Much for Heartbreaks and Overused Sighs
-The Holidays: Day 1.
-The Last Day of School