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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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Tuesday, July 29, 2008
You Are At The Top Of My Lungs (Some Days Are Better Than Most) 4:47 PM

Hey moon, please forget to fall down. When this memory fades, I’m gonna make sure it’s replaced. I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me, the same way I think of you. To hands between legs, to whatever it takes. If all our life was but a dream. It’s not faith if you use your eyes. My mind is filled with these words. I’m not going, cause I’ve been waiting for a miracle and I’m not leaving. All these phrases… I only think in the form of crunching numbers. There’s a patch of blue in the stormy sky. Don’t mean much, but they mean a lot. You were the song in my head, the warmth of the sheets of my bed. Me and you, setting in a honeymoon, if I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you.

****

I think I may be psychic. So there I was this morning, waking late (again) because of this insane dream. Justeen was in it, but he didn’t do much but trash my room. In the dream I mean. This particular dream would probably be insignificant if not for this other dude, who I absolutely do NOT know, who, quite unusually, was in it. I swear, I don’t know him, you know how, you like, now a person by face cause you see him everyday, but have no particular reason to go up talk to? Yeah, just like that. And anyway, this was the last thing I expected, seeing that dude in my waking hours. Psychic-wise, Haz told me he asked for my number today. Now that’s uncanny |: Haha, yet cool, now I know who’s gonna ask for my number, just by seeing who was in my dream last. Pfft, my ass. Probably just coincidence, but yeah. Odd.

Question: what exactly does it mean when you dream about the same person for about, say half a year now?

Cause I’ve been doing so since early spring and well, I just wanna know. I mean, that’s gonna mean something. O dreamer of dreams, is there something thoust are trying to convey into the ignorant mind’s eye of thine? No? Shrug.

So today was fun, Hallelujah. Better than most days, actually. Like I was saying the guys earlier;

“Life is awesome, life is madly depressing, life is great, life is hard, like for example right now, we are walking on roots of these trees which are quite hard to navigate and we may end up falling on our face, in which case life is embarrassing. Yet, life is great.”

“But you just said life was depressing.”

“Yeah, well, life is great.”

Haha, yeah. I don’t know how I come up with all these. I guess it just comes in the timing. The full thing goes like this:

I just remembered I can’t write it down, it’ll less than conceal the things I’d prefer concealed, but anyway, it was a great quote, someone should’ve written them down as I said it. That’s the trouble with not being famous enough to have your every word quoted, misquoted and then used against you (you can quote me on that).

Anyway. Today was pretty fun, well, actually break was. Hanging out with my buddies, it’s fun. Even you should know that. Man, what am I gonna do when they leave? I suppose that’s the only sad part about having friends from all over. Damn |: This blows. The only thing I pretty much look forward to a LOT is our stupid 20 minute-only break. The rest of school? Much boring. Really.

Speaking of boring things and the like, I quoted down something stupid that Jeebs said. You know how the people in school make, like, a lot of grammatical errors, and sometimes it sounds wrong, other times downright stupid & hilarious? Well, he went like “Hey, text me. I’m boring.” Hahahaha. Douche. He obviously meant “I’m bored”, but it came out wrong and all Aikks, Haz and I did was stand there laughing at his ass. Hey, at least he made us smile, right? HAHAHAHA. Thanks man.

Guess what? The school wants to see my proposal for the school logo, yeah, suck on that! Kidding. But they really do wanna see my logo. I hope they like it. And then I get to sell it to them or something. Haha. No, really.

Oh and did I mention I got suspended for vandalizing the school with the words Fall Out Boy Rocks My Shorts Off, Screw You If You Disagree? No school, no school starting tomorrow.

Not. But there is no school tomorrow.

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-Robbing Lips And Kissing Banks Under This Moon
-Three Days, Grace.
-Sometimes I Think Kids Know A Lot More Than We Do.
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-All That Glitters, Isn't Gold
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