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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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Monday, July 7, 2008
Found On An Article On How To Annoy People Just For The Sake Of Annoying Them. 4:47 PM

Walk up to random people and ask them, very seriously, "Do you know the muffin man?"

Which is what Aikks and I did in school last weekend. Only in German:

Chels: Tun sie wussen das Muffin Man?

Aikks: Ya, er es auf Drury Lane.

Insane, ya ya. And in turn, we got really weird looks from people, and judging by the looks on their face they were thinking ‘who are you people?!’. Yeah. Welcome to my world.

Only I’m not sure if those were the exact words though since I direct translated everything from a mate’s German dictionary. And whenever I asked people in English, they’d flat out say no. Pfft. Or they’d go ‘who?!’. Only Naz replied properly, saying ‘yeah, he lives on Drury Lane’ enthusiastically. Oh, the things me and Aikks get into. Aikks and I, I mean. This is what happens when you take too many headbangs :PP

Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."

Go up the down escalator. (Classic favorite)

Disagree strongly with everything anybody says.
Call every girl you know "dude".

Ask people what gender they are.

Announce when you're going to the bathroom. (To the dismay of teachers)
Answer every question with another question. As soon as one of you says a statement instead of a question, shout "I win!".
(Gets em really ticked off, works every time)

I do all that too, much to the dismay of people around me, so sue me. Especially the escalator thing. Me and Rona always race up the DOWN escalator (with people, mostly harassed tourists) after a buffet on Sundays at the Empire. I’m quite surprised my appendix is still intact. Haha, honestly.

Oh, what has happened to the youth of our day?

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YESTERDAY.
-You Want More Fans, I Want More Stage.
-..A Week After.
-..I miss New York.
-Apologies for no entries in about a week now, gett...
-Home Nevertheless. Days Five && Six; Mainly The City.
-Forever Hold Your Peace In Pieces.
-Scratch That Last.
-Screw that, I’ve got it now. We’re on the way to M...
-To Ells & Rchellerz +Paths; My Amateur Skin.
-Home Nevertheless. Day Four; Photographs.