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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, November 18, 2008
..And Then There Was Cheese. 11:15 PM

Well. Cheese flavoured Ruffles. Good enough.

I just got back from rehearsals about three hours ago and it was semi-epic. Haha. We had a mini party on the school’s stairs. There was Coke and Ruffles and Lays, gummy worms and marshmallows, muffins and chicken nuggets! Well the paper does say “students are advised to bring food & water”, we just decided to bring junk food and plastic cups.

Regrettably though, the Coke finished up quicker than I could get a second drink. Because Aneesah just had to spill it all out of her nose. Or mouth. Either which. Hahahahaha. You shoulda seen that though, it was raining Coke. Well, on my spot anyway. :D She sorta kinda laughed while drinking Coke (with pieces of Ruffles mixed in it) and Joack (this really cool dude who sings) was telling a joke and yeah. You know how milk spills outta people’s noses? This is kinda like the same thing. Only NON-DAIRY. *shudders. Peace Aneesah :DD

And I met this really cool and interesting dude (I think he’s gay though, so no weird ideas yeah). He does a great Cockney accent and complains about how the boys around here are...quiet. Can’t blame him though. Haha. So anyway, today’s rehearsal was fun, better than the other times. Oh. And I’ve just established my Most Dangerous Guitarist Alive status, and my reputation is growing. I hit another person on the head. ><

Joel suggests we jam since he plays the drums fast enough for the sticks to fly off from his hands and stab someone. We shall be epic. Whoohooo. *does headbang*

So today’s our last major rehearsal and tomorrow we’re heading off to the Amphitheatre itself. (I still need a ride there and Honey suggests I hitch a ride with her but annoyingly, I’ve no idea what time I’m supposed to show up at Neo which is why I am here, waiting, waiting, waiting for her to get online and tell me. Oh, I’d love to text her, but remember the economic downfall we’re currently experiencing? Yeah, she’s out of credit as well. Oh my little problems.)

I can’t believe the concert’s in 4 days. It’s one of those how-in-heaven’s-name-did-time-get-lost-so-fast moments—she’s online, HALLE-FREAKING-LUJAH!!

So anyway, it makes me all gooey and sad that the concert’s up real soon. I mean, yeah, I am excited and whatever but it’s the fact that I won’t be seeing my new found buddies after the concert and the thought of it all makes me—alright. I’m not gonna make you guys read this right now. I’ll right about it some other time, ‘cause for now, I am hitting the sack. Or hay. Goodness, whatever. Sleeping is my point. It’s 11 for heaven’s sake. Go to sleep. ><

Sleep well.

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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.
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-Financial Crisis? Here? No Way. Or Maybe It's Just...
-Bestfriend? That Doesn't Even Cover It.
-3 Words, 4 Syllables. Do. Not. Disturb.
-A Thousand You-Just-Had-To-Be-There Epidodes In Re...
-G'morning To Ya.
-To Keep You Awake.
-If You Were Waiting For The Oppurtune Moment...You...
-"Something Productive" He Says.
-Post-Exam Fever.