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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
The Concert Approaches. Oh Crap, It's Got A Sledgehammer With It. 3:06 PM

I’m off to rehearsals in a bit; I just noticed I’ve never really talked about rehearsals which have been going on for about a couple of months now. Well yeah, I love having rehearsals, not exactly for the same reason you do. Sometimes it’s hell and other times it’s paradise.

It’s hell at times when like I totally suck and embarrass the hell out of myself while playing. Oh, and did I mention my inept ability to incapacitate anyone who comes within a ten mile radius of me when I’m holding my guitar? Yeah. I’m extremely, ridiculously, unbelievably dangerous with a guitar. I hit anything and everything that’s within my reach.

I think I’ve just left a scratch mark on the school’s grand piano. Oh, not to mention that one time where I literally whacked my teacher’s dad on the head full on? If he gets like concussion or a fracture or something on his skull, it’s my bad. Bad times, bad times. Honestly speaking, all joking aside, please stay away from me, at least 20 feet back from me when I’m playing, unless you want to be sent to the ER or something. I’m not exaggerating; I hit a lot of things, living and non-living alike. I’m just terribly clumsy I suppose.

But anyway, I’m trying to be meticulously careful while playing :D No need to be alarmed.

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.
-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.
-Wow. We Actually Got Through The Last 3 Weeks With...