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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.




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Thursday, May 8, 2008
(Stuck Halfway) Across The Universe 5:20 AM

We were on a journey to the farther ends of the universe; on the most dangerous mission man could ever dare go on, facing black holes and supernovae with the brightest stars and unimaginable places with when all of a sudden…we ran out of gas.

Yup. That’s the best intro I could think of right now for my composition about going off into space. Really. It’s quite frustrating honestly since so many, many things can happen in space :| So anyway teacher made us do this sci-fi composition about blasting off into space and he honestly thinks it’s gonna be damn easy because we’ve all watched Star Wars slash Star Trek. YEAH RIGHT. I don’t even like Star Trek, it’s way too…geeky.

We have to pass this up tomorrow or we get a zero for it. I mean I care about my marks unlike some people :| Ohh well. The composition was given a couple of weeks back but I usually wait for some last minute inspiration so yeah I’m here trying hard to think of a good storyline x[

Homer said we could include our mates in the story so I put Aikks, Nicks, Ells, Josh, Rona, Mina, Haz and one more person I forgot. So yeah. I changed everyone’s last name but I had a little trouble with Josh’s one. I couldn’t think of anything and I kept forgetting to ask him (which is part of the reason I haven’t finished the freaking thing). I eventually remembered today, thank God, and we played with all the last names we could think of…Josh Wolf (after his mom), Josh Pitt (ew), Josh Urie or Josh Wentz (AWESOME) and I mentioned Josh Hartnett and he wanted that one. Nice. HAHA x] In case you don’t know Josh Hartnett’s this actor dude. AND he wanted that name. Really :DD

We have this composition test tomorrow which we by the way have already done. Only Homer Simpson (Our BM teacher looks like him, hence the alias, only fatter and NOT yellow plus he acts like the dude too just not that stupid) lost our friggin’ test papers and is giving us a retest. SCREW. Well at least those who failed get redeemed. Eh.

Anyway school is now officially a riot. Honestly. Someone’s sprayed the boy’s toilet’s wall with words I won’t write down. A few weeks before there was a swear word sprayed across our Science lab door (go see Rcheller’s blog for photos of it, she actually took the photo even though there were teachers around who would’ve snatched her phone away if they see it) and graffiti all over the lockers and boards, I salute whoever did that. Minus the swear word part (what are they trying to teach kids?!?). Our school needs a little bit of life, really.

And then my friend told me about this dude or girl or whatever writing a lot of explicit crap about our Math teacher. Major ouch. She told me what was in the thing and hell, I can honestly say someone is freaking ass-pissed at our Math teacher. Honestly. It is wayyyyyy too explicit, Rated R kind of thing and I pity the teacher since it’s her last year here (she’s leaving somewhere in June) and she honestly doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. I mean yeah, she can be ummm a little boring at times and all but still that doesn’t mean you can go write swear words & explicit stuff about her and all that crap. Honestly. I pity the teachers sometimes ‘kno. They have to deal with crazy ass students like us when they already have too many other teacher things to worry about :|Must suck to be them.

Anyway gotta run, continue the said composition since I am stuck with a kickass intro and an empty page :|

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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.
-I Wasn't Too Sure What To Title This Post
-Kebab.
-Craving..
-RUNNING AWAY…FROM YOU.
-THOU SHALT DO THY HOMEWORK
-TO ELLS’ HOUSE AND BACK.
-FREE PERIOD.
-I Honestly Don't Like Blackouts.
-Where's My Capo?!?
-I Guess Falling Out's The New Trend.