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"..a happily ever after below the waist."
ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

“..I’m an addict for dramatics; I confuse the two for love.” –Taking Back Sunday

I'm Chelsea Beckett & Joseph Mark Trohman is my hero.
Cheers.

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




WHERE YOU WANT TO BE.

To the emergency exit door, no.


al/alister; the resident couch potato.
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.
mizwarr.
monica/monix.
mumz.
mykaa.
nabs/bilay.
naqieyahh; pronounced na-KEE-yah.
Neesah aka Victoria.
Nicholle Zoe.
nikita.
nikki.
nina.
paths; the photographer.
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.




ENCORE

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Wednesday, April 30, 2008
TO ELLS’ HOUSE AND BACK. 5:43 AM

SMILE, TOMORROW COULD BE WORSE.

Qouting Mandy, you know the pessimistic one from Grim & Evil. HAHAHA. I know right? Ells was randomly clicking the remote and it landed on Cartoon Network and Mandy was like, SMILE, TOMORROW WOULD BE WORSE in her totally pessismistic voice. That’s awesome advice. No really.

I can’t believe I saw Ells yesterday. Damn, I missed her. A LOT. I was Saint George’s yesterday and I told Ella to walk over. I practically ran across the road merely missing a car passing by when I saw her on the other side of the street. HAHA, crazy right? Well, that’s what you are when you’re about to see your bestfriend whom you haven’t seen in about, 3 months cause she moved school for stupid reasons and since then have not made much contact. AND DUDE, SHE HASN’T GROWN AT ALL. Well, either that or I’ve grown a LOT taller. She’s like, 2 or 3 inches shorter than me?

Anywayy, after almost getting hit by the car, we started screaming like crazy since we missed each other so much. REATARDED, oh yes. Then we hung out, caught up with each other in the school grounds. Joel was there and she just wouldn’t talk to him. Sad, really. We were practically blaring out the music and the teachers did NOT mind. I was like, ‘WHOA, they don’t even care if you bring your phone and blare loud music during school hours!!’ Our school so ass-strict man. Last Monday, my orange necktie got confiscated. IT’S A FREAKING NECKTIE. I mean, honestly? WHO CONFISCATES NECKTIES?!?! Gila.

So we kept having the randomest conversations, really. After an hour at Saint’s, we walked over back to her house. Her brother practically slammed the door on my face and Ells’ had to fight him to open the door. GILA. I was like so sakai when we reached the house. I kept going, ‘WHOAAA, FLAT SCREEN TVS. WHOAAA, YOUR ROOM. WHOAAA, GUITAR HERO!!!’ Stupid. And then her brother kept calling me stupid & sakai. Talk about manners huh? He’s 10 and he swears. Honestly.

We played Guitar Hero. Which I totally sucked at by the way. That’s really incredibly weird since I really do play guitar. Ells’ brother kept going DUDE YOU SUCK. WHATEVERR MAN. After half an hour we walked back to Saint since I had a practice thingy for the Talent Showdown thing on Sunday :DD

So that’s about it. I’m guessing I’m seeing her again on Thursday; Ells if you’re reading this right now, come to Saint at 1.30 on Thursday.

Damn, it was great seeing her again.


Click here for Ells’ recount of yesterday.

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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.
-FREE PERIOD.
-I Honestly Don't Like Blackouts.
-Where's My Capo?!?
-I Guess Falling Out's The New Trend.
-Uphill, Downhill. What's The Difference Again?
-Once A Brandy, Always A Brandy.
-To Delete Or To Not Delete?
-Mondays Don't Blow.
-The Ballad of Chelsea and Aikks; This Photograph I...
-I Swear.