Important Message

Forgive me I'm trying to find my calling, I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother, but have you see this girl? She's been running though my dreams. And it's driving me crazy it seems. Gonna ask her to marry me.

Have you..

ever thought about someone so much that sometimes you forget to breathe? Everything else seems so boring, so black and white, plain, still? Just that one person. That's all you need. That's all you'll ever need, that's all you want. Bottom line:

I love you so much that I can't think of a way to tell you just how much. I can't explain how fantastic you make me feel. But I wish I could. It honestly hurts that I can't share those feeling with you. I want to.


Every second I'm without you I'm a mess...

What If I Could Go To Sleep For Days?

It would be amazing. I don't know exactly why, but I keep getting super depressed....it sucks ass. All I want to do is lay in bed. And now I can't even do that because the fucking rats made it into my room and were crawling all over my pillow. Yeah, I'm all for animal rights, but I hope the little fuckers die. Soon. They're taking over my life and destroying all of my shit. I'm pissed, I'm tired, I can't call OR text Crystal, nothing.....well, I don't really know where the hell this is supossed to be going, so whatever. I'm done. Fuck life, man. Fuck it. I'm going to lay in the spare room with Max...

Did you ever just want to sleep for a few weeks? I think I'm over medicated. =-(

I'm telling you...Shit is Fucked Up

So, I've decided, that if there is a "God", he/she hates good people. And loves heartless idiots. Been spending this whole week trying to take care of mum, she can't afford to go to a doctor, her throat hurts so bad she can't eat or drink, but even though she's in so much pain, she STILL went up to Grandpa's and helped him paint his deck AND helped him put together his new lawn furniture. Now she can't even move because her legs and back are killing her. She's probably the most giving person I know and she has the worst luck that I've ever seen.

Yet, Joanna has it MADE right now. I'm not going to rant off about her, I'm tired, shitty mood, and this typing is probably bugging mum who finally fell asleep. I hope she stays asleep.

Dad's out drinking with Uncle Dave. Josh and Jo are out drinking who knows where. They're all feeling pretty damn good right about now. I don't know. I'm done. I have a fucking headache...

I want my texting back...

Sometimes I Think Too Much

This is not a game
This is not my life
I’m not alone
I can’t be anymore
I just want to breathe
Without the blood here to drown me
This is not my heart
These are not my eyes
Though they scream your name
They’re all full of lies
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I’m not
But I know who I want to be
I want to be me
I want to smile and mean it
I want to love me
Even when she’s not around
It’s not a game
And yet I still can’t seem to win

Cobra Style

Jalaissa and I doing Fangs Up. =-] She's also wearing my sunglasses. This picture makes me smile. Even though I look SUPER dorky. Lol Love it!

Most Likely To Take Down A Plane

Oh Matt Good. =-]

Note To Self; I Miss You Terribly

If you just walked away
What could I really say?
Would it matter anyway?
Would it change how you feel?


I am the mess you chose
The closet you cannot close
The devil in you I suppose
'Cause the wounds never heal


But everything changes
If I could
Turn back the years
If you could
Learn to forgive me
Then I could learn to feel


Sometimes the things I say
In moments of disarray
Succumbing to the games we play
To make sure that it's real


But everything changes
If I could
Turn back the years
If you could
Learn to forgive me
Then I could learn to feel


When it's just me and you
Who knows what we could do
If we can just make it through
The toughest part of the day


But everything changes
If I could
Turn back the years
If you could
Learn to forgive me
Then I could
Learn how to feel
Then we could
Stay here together
And we could
Conquer the world
If we could
Say that forever
Is more than just a word


If you just walked away
What could I really say?
And would it matter anyway?
It wouldn't change how you feel

Let's (Paint) Jam

This video blows my mind...'Nough said. It's long, but it's worth it!

The Flying Dutchmen

I went to a Flying Dutchmen show on Sunday and it was by far the MOST amazing time I've ever had at a show. Sad to say it, but they were better than Borealis. It was great. =-] I actually already knew their lead singer, Jon, him and I met when I first started Hells First Angels, he had just started The Flying Dutchmen. I talk to him all the time, but they never played anywhere close enough for me to go. So this was my first time seeing them live. They kicked so much ass it was crazy. I stood right up against the stage, and he sang like right to me more than once and it was super exciting! And he even talked to me between one of their songs when he asked who was seeing them for the first time. He said "Dixie!" And high-fived me. It was super cool.

I hung out with them the whole night. And with Jon's amazing girlfriend. She's SO sweet. She invited me to come hang out with them and have like a barbecue and just chill. Which would be amazing and I'm super SUPER excited about it. They're all so much fun to hang out with. And their live shows are just...fucking amazing. I got them to sign this plastic cup that Jon destroyed during the show. =-] When they get super famous, it'll be worth a million dollars. But I won't sell it. TAKE THAT FANGIRLS!

Random part of the night, Shawn(guitarist) had an iPhone, so I was watching play this game called Jelly Cars? I think that's the name, but it was super funny and he was getting really pissed at it. Then we talked about video games and watched the new trailer for Final Fantasy: Advent Children Complete and it's safe to say that we're both really...really stoked for that movie! Woo!

(Okay, Crystal, I'm done with video games now.)

So pretty much that show was like...my Fall Out Boy show. =-] It was so fucking cool. And so much fun. I can't wait to see them again! I also got a bangin' t-shirt AND a demo CD. ^^

Go check them out if you like screamo! www.myspace.com/flyingdutchmenfl

P.S. Jon is the best hugger EVER. I hugged him like...a million times. And he said he liked my rainbow bracelets so I gave him one that he wore during their set, and he lost it and was super sad, so I gave him another one. =-] Makes me happy he liked them!

These Boots Were Made..

For me to own! I want them super bad. I love 'em. They are amazing. =-] I saw them on DeviantART and I basicly want to wear them all the time. I have nothing important to blog about, I just really like these shoes. =-] Oh hell yes.

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

I went from not remembering a thing, to my brain is trying to remember EVERYTHING at the same time. I don't think I could handle that. Luckily, my mind can't sort them out, so it's just a mess of things I can't quite make out. So I still don't remember a thing. And I guess that's okay?

I was talking with my friend Britt this weekend, her grandpa died kind of the same way my Gram did, and we were talking about how hard it was, all the feelings, anger, fear, false hope, all that good stuff. Her Grandpa passed away about five years ago, and while I was reading this poem she wrote for him, I realized that it's not going to get better. Everyone says it does, but just at that moment when I was trying so hard not to cry while reading that poem, thinking I was just being a baby, I looked up and saw that she was just as close to breaking down as I was. Five years. She was telling me how her and her mum were watching these home videos, and she said it was all good until one of them, she saw her grandpa come into the shot and she just ran out of her room and cried for like 20 minutes. She said she just couldn't do it. Could I? I got to thinking...

I want SO bad to remember the things about my grandma that made me love her so much and made her so special, but maybe I'm just not ready to see her. Knowing that I can't have her back. Maybe it's my own fault that I can't remember all those things. My subcontious knows I can't handle it.

Is it so bad that mum and I just aren't ready to forget her yet? I don't want to let her go. Yeah, she's gone, I know that. But that doesn't mean she has to disappear forever. I can still hold onto what she's left behind, right? That's not bad...is it? I mean, Grandpa is just ready to GO. You walk in my grandma's house and almost everything that was hers is just gone. Most of it being down at my house now, because he wanted to sell the shit in a fucking yard sale. I'm sorry if I'm out of line, but those are my memories, my mothers memories, I'm not going to let someone sell them. I know, technically, it's his stuff now, but fuck that. I don't want to forget her. I want to have her with my forever. In some way..any way. You're right, Angie, I'm NOT ready to let her go. Not like that anyway. And if you think I should be over it by now, you're the one who's got the issues.

I feel guilty for how I'm reacting to this. Am I not supposed to want to hold onto her? Am I supposed to just be done with it and move along like nothing happened? 'Cause I can't do it. They can, everyone else can, but mum and I can't. Is something wrong with us? I feel like I'm getting more lost then anything..

On a seperate note; fuck church. I don't care how horrible that may be, but I just don't feel that shit right now. God and I have this beef, and we're not on speaking terms...he started it. I'm supposed to go to church this sunday, on my birthday, with Jalaissa, but I don't know....I'm one step away from going off on that preacher, and then I'll feel bad. Because the other people at Jalaissa's church are super nice. I don't know what to do anymore.

I love you Crystal, and I'm here for you through this whole thing. There's nothing I can do, but I'm here for you. No matter what time, just call. If you need me, I'll be there. I love you.

When The Day Met The Night

At exactly 7 a.m. I decided to go for a walk. Why? I don't know. I felt super trapped and needed to get the hell out of here. It's freezing outside and it was actually really nice. I took Max with me. He was excited.

Sometimes I miss being a kid. Like a little kid. When going for a walk was just fun, not a way to prevent depression. When I left, everything outside was white. It doesn't snow here, so frost is about as close as we get. I was really happy to see all the white, because it reminded me of New York. I have a lot of really good memories of New York. If you ask me, I'll tell you it sucks and I hate it. Which is true, but I still have good times from back when. Josh and I, the last time I say snow, were standing outside in the bright snow, in shorts and tank-tops, laughing and hacing a good time. Converse are not made for snow, by the way. Or icy hills for that matter. Why were we so under-dressed? Well, on the drive up there, Dad had the heat on so damn high that we were pretty much dragging Florida in mid-summer up there with us. It was fucking hot. So we dressed down and didn't bother to cover when we got into the snow, because the cold felt really good after 18 hours of way-too-damn-hot.

I have a lot of random memories of us being outside, stuff that normal people would be like "Wow that's super boring." But to me it was so much fun and it was some of the best times I've ever had. So why did I stop going outside? Why don't I go for walks anymore? I never even go on my porch now. I'm starting to get my insomnia back, and it sucks ass. So if I go run around outside, my body is just not use to that much movement nad I get super exhausted super fast and pass out for an hour or two when I gt home. Nice, huh? Yeah. But where do I go when I go for walks? From my house, to Grandma's. Only no one's there now. And I can't stop there, I just turn around and head home now. Kind of defeats the purpose of the whole, to stop depression thing.

The whole point of my walk this morning was because I was getting really depressed thinking about..well you can probably guess, so whatever. It doesn't matter. What matters is that I don't want to be home. I'm tired from running with Max out in the huge open field behind Gram's house, I'm cold, I hurt my foot, and I'm going back outside. I just want to keep walking. I'm already back in my PJ's, but I'm going back outside and I'm going to just wonder around until the sun reminds me what being relaxed and happy feels like. It's super cold, the "Florida snow" is gone, I'll run into weird morning people (I hate morning people), I probably won't feel better when I get home, but I'll be tired and in wnough pain to just pass out. Sounds shitty, right? Actually...it sounds fantastic. So I'll leave with this:

Sometimes, I need a reminder what's it's like to go play outside. And regret all those times I told Josh I didn't want to play Hockey.

Let's go for a walk, freeze our ass off, and sing Fall Out Boy way too loud. (I didn't spell check this shit.)

Diamond Eyes

I really want this eye shadow. It's called Medusa's Make-Up and it's super bright and I super want to wear it. But at six bucks a pop, I could buy food with that. Someday I'll get this eyeshadow and rock it. I want the really bright green, purple, blue,even the pink. And wear them together. It'll be crazy awesome under black light. I can't wait. I also found these eye-lashes that are bright red that glow under black light. But I'm growing out of my fake eyelash phase. They're a pain in the ass and area bitch to thrash dance in. Or Rave in and that's just not gonna work out. But this eyeshadow, I'm totally feeling. I can't wait. Gabe said purple was over, but I still want some purple. Just neon colors.

Is it weird that the only colors I'll really wear are Black or Neon? I'm just not into tan or gray, unless it's a band shirt. Then I'll rock it. So that's about it. I just really want this eye shadow.

Like Orange Juice and Toothpaste

So this is Jalaissa and I. (YES! I'm short, and VERY pale.) Imagine going to Disney and seeing us walking around together. lol It's pretty funny to see people's reaction to us being friends. We're as different personality wise as we are fashion wise. How do we get along? I'm still not sure. I was thinking about it and this is what I came up with. (For the TONS of people who read my blog. A.K.A Crystal and "some guy named Eric" lol)

Style:

Jalaissa- GAP, American Eagle, Hollasters(gag) Did I even spell those right? I doubt it. lol

Dixie- Hot Topic, Spencer's, stuff she makes, usually black, black, or rainbow(and black)

Life:

Jalaissa- Happy, bright, strong believer in God, knows where her life is going, has tons of friends, tons of talent, has a boyfriend and is happy with him, goes to school.

Dixie- Usually miserable, dark, strong believer in Music as a religion, has no idea where she's headed, but she's not turning around, has like two friends, lack of talent, in love with someone half way across the damn world, not happy being so far away, wants to be a musician.

I'm sure there's a ton more I just don't feel like thinking that hard.

Music:

Jalaissa- Happy, upbeat, no bad language, no "emo", worship, God loving music. (Not gunna lie, Skillet and Blindside rock ass.)

Dixie- Dark, usually depressing, Cobra Starship ('Nough said), usually pretty dirty, usually has the word fuck in it somewhere, a few not so God loving tunes, "emo" (whatever the hell that actually means now-a-days.)

I cuss like no mother fucker knows. I probably shouldn't, but whatever. She would never say a "bad" word in her life. I doubt life everyday, she never does. I don't know if I even want to believe in God, she believes in Him so much it's pretty interesting to listen to her talk. I've thought of suicide tons of times (don't freak, I'm not that stupid.), that thought never even entered her mind and never will. I laugh at scary, gory movies, she doesn't even want to watch them. (kudos for watching Sweeney Todd with me though. She loved it.) She barely wears eyeliner, I wear so much eye make-up I'm pretty sure no one knows what color my eyes actually are. I love hair dye, she is all natural. She's beautiful and confident, I've got troubled thoughts and a self-esteem to match. I don't even remember the last time I thought I looked good. (Just wait til Halloween, Parker, I'm gunna rock a Dr. Benzedrine, bright ass yellow top hat and suite like you wouldn't believe, bitch!)

So there's a lot. But when we're together we always have fun and laugh a lot. How? I don't know. But I wish the rest of the world would take it as a lesson. Different people can love each other no matter what. You don't have an excuse. Reinvent love, people!

Honorable Mention

FOB is playing a free show down in St. Petersburg and I REALLY want to go like whoa. I mean I'll cry of happiness if I can go. Jalaissa, if you're reading this, we should go. Don't make plans Wednesday and we're going. 8:00 PM. Let's go. PLEASE!!?? I mean, it would make my life oh so much better and happier and would make me almost as happy as I would be if you drove me to Oregon. But that's besides the point. ....No it's not, Jalaissa, let's take a trip to Oregon...or go see Fall Out Boy. I really want to go to that show. This Wednesday. Let's go. I'm serious. Omg. I WANNA GO!!!!

On a side note, Parker is Bitchmade. That's right I said it. Call us back, yo! That's it. I just want to go see Fall Out Boy. Super bad. Jesus.

I Don't Know Much About Classic Cars

So here's the down low. I want to get some Chucks. Some crazy ones. I want really bright colored ones, like lime green and yellow and purple and bright ass pink or something. And I'm going to draw on them with bright colored Sharpies. And then, yes it keeps going, I'm getting knee-high stripped socks to wear with them. It'll be amazing. I can't wait. I keep seeing all these chucks that are really plain and just...yeah, I want to change that. Crystal one-ups me though, she's getting ones in every color and never where a matching pair. It'll be amazing. I know you're jealous. Mine will just have brightly colored laves and doodles. We're gonna take the fashion industry by storm. people are going to steal our idea and then I'll kick their ass with my brightly colored Chocks. With mis-matched socks. Sound odd? It is. But just wait. It'll be the next big trend once Crystal starts doing it. I mean seriously, how many septum rings have you seen recently? Like a million. She got one before it was cool. I was killin' before killin' was cool.

This picture does not do justice to my idea. But it gets the point across. I'm just really bored.

The New Mrs. Benzedrine!

She's fucking amazing. No joke.

I got super bored. =-]

I love you Crystal.

Next big thing in the music biz! Watch out!

Before We Exchange Smoke Rings

Okay, so I'm in a typing mood. And I'm a little pissed. I was watching random Panic and FOB videos om YouTube (because apparently I have no life.) and seriously, these chicks are just flippin' a bitch. This chick was like, "I heard from a friend of mine who knows Pete Wentz personally (by the way, how many people say the "know Pete personally"? Like a million. They don't.) and she said that Pete was only into music for the money. I was honestly heart broken." Really? Chick who's name I do not know? Really? You can just listen to their lyrics, which Pete writes, and can tell he puts his whole heart into it. I mean, come on! She went on and on and on. I was like, "Chill out, take a deep breath, go jam to some Fall Out Boy." People don't give Pete enough respect. And you wonder why he has insecurities? Geezz..

To add to my rant, there's this huge group of little teeny-boppers freaking the fuck out about Brendon Urie. I was thinkin' he like...left the band or got a sex change or murdered Ryan, because theses chicks were just flipping. " I use to have so much respect for him and now he's just horrible." Want to know why? "I can't believe he smokes now." ....Really? People, come ON! He probably already smoked! You were just too busy staring at his tight jeans to notice. It's like being pissed that he drinks. Guess what? Ryan drinks, Spence Wentz drinks, Jon drinks. They all drank before they were 21? (gotta love London.) Jon probably smokes too, are you going to hate him? Jesus...Reality check; most of those amazing bands you listen to? They smoke. Yep. Most of them do. Gerard Way chain smokes like no mother fucker knows. Bert does everything you can think of. They're still amazing artists. And so is Brendon Urie. And, your mom probably smokes, so leave it alone.

Call me weird, but I don't care what they do, their music still blows my mind and keeps me breathing. So, to you Mr. Urie: Smoke on, my friend. Whatever makes you happy.

And I'd like to go on record saying, to those who think Pete Wentz doesn't care about anyone but himself? That statement itself pisses me off to the point that I can't think of words to put down. He's one of the MOST talented people in the world (I said it) and he can write it better than you ever felt it. (That was for you Crystal) He inspires me like you wouldn't believe. He makes me feel like I can take over the world if I tried hard enough. He makes me want to try. Honestly, it's because of him that I try so hard to improve my writing. I could only wish to someday write like that guy does. Really, kids, take a good listen to the words and think about them. Instead of labeling him "emo" because you can't understand what he wrote.

Maybe it's just me, but I think he's saved more lives than taken. How could you hate that? It's because of his words and Patrick Stump's voice that your son/daughter is still around. Maybe you should go give them a hug or something.

~Rant over~

In The Wake of Saturday

So I'm jammin' to some old school FOB and Patrick is super cute. Can that guy get more amazing? I think not. Him and Crystal are going to get married, and I'm gunna be their house keeper so I can chill with them all the time. That kid is amazing.

"Make me like, 80 feet tall, make me s transvestite, but do not forget my obsession with Prince."

"I don't want to mess this car up....actually, throw that out the window right now."

"I've never been here, but I'm going to pretend like I have."

Love it. =-] Almost as much as I love Crystal.

P.S. I miss the Martin and the "h"....

Oh Snap, Son

WARNING! THIS IS ABOUT HOCKEY!

Alex Ovechkin. He's my effing hero. I swear, that guy is the best. The NHL Skills is on, it's when a bunch of players go show off and have fun. And the best psrt is the trick shots. Last year, Ovechkin stole the show and this year, he did it again. In the middle of his turn, he skated back to Staal, Staal gave him his stick, a straw hat, and sunglasses. It was the funniest thing ever. I love it. That guy is the best. =-]

Okay, Crystal, I'm done with the Hockey. I had to blog that.

Sick And Tired of I Told You So

Why does he get $2000 for losing the car that he refused to pay for because he needed to by video games? Don't they know he'll just get the car back, lose it from not making his payments, and we'll be right back to square one? Why does this piss me off? Because, guess what was in that $2000? My $250 for my trip to Oregon. I'm going to flip a bitch if they tell me I can't go because they used my money for his fucking car. I swear to God I'll kill someone. I'll walk my ass up there, I don't care. I'm sick of him always getting the easy way out and I'm stuck being bitched at for never going anywhere. What the fuck, Chuck Norris? He'll probably spend it on fucking video games or Hockey gear then call cause he has no food money. Well guess what? No one else does either! He did go get us Wendy's today, that was boss. But still. A burger isn't equal to my plane ticket. I'll fucking explode if that two grand has my money in it...fuck, man.

I'm pissed, in case you didn't notice, I'm a nervous wreck.

I don't want to say "I told you so", but..

Stay Where I Can See You

I'm listening to the...Live In Chicago CD by Panic at the Disco, and it's amazing. =-] I love it. They sound fantastic, as always. But the difference, Ryan does all the talking to the crowd. It's awesome. =-] He's so adorable. And I realized that Ryan Ross has an accent. I don't know what it is, but he has one. It's super cute, but it's driving me mad! I just can't figure it out. People in Vegas don't have different accents, do they? Brendon doesn't. Neither does Spence Wentz. What the hell is it!? Damn him for being so adorable....wish I had a cute accent. Have you ever listen to him sing Nine In The Afternoon? The way he sings "back". It's nuts. And then when he's talking to the crowd before he sings Behind The Sea he has an accent. AND the way he says Panic at the Disco. Awesome. I don't know why, but I love it. Almost as much as I love Crystal.

You Will Find Me In The World Of Yesterday

I get in these moods. Where everything just seems so black. Don't get me wrong, I like black, it's the only thing I wear. But.."I want it so bad I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins." I crave the sun, but I can't get out of bed.

People always have memories, whether they are good or bad or even ones you really don't want to remember at all. But lately, I don't remember anything. As I'm sure people are probably sick of me being in a slump over my Grandma, but truth be told: I was a lot closer to her than you think. I mean, I've been helping to take care of her for 7 years. And before that, I spent almost everyday at her house. And spent the night almost every weekend with her when I was little. It always seemed like she'd fully pull through, no matter what the doctors told us. Like it was going to turn out fine. She was a fighter. Always. Stronger than I'll ever be. And I should have seen this coming but I didn't. It happened too fast. They told us that we'd know when the end was coming, but we didn't. It was like, one day, she's doing great, next day, she's in fucking Hospice. (Side note; Hospice was really amazing to us and to Grams, so I have nothing bad to say about them at all.)

The only memories I have start at the very moment mum called to tell me that they were taking her to Hospice. I was home alone, trying to cook dinner for my dad, and I had the worst emotional breakdown of my life. But I still didn't believe it. Then I called to talk to mum a few days later and I got to talk to Grams. It was heartbreaking and I balled like a fucking baby. Hardest I ever cried...ever. But I did get an opportunity that not a lot of people get. I did get to say goodbye (I did NOT say "goodbye". I told her I loved her...that was enough.) and I did get to tell her I loved her one last time. But still....a little bit longer and I'd be fine. (Truth be told, I'm lying.) But I got to thinking. What's worse? Not getting to say goodbye, or watching them slowly die everyday? They both have downs and ups...well, I wouldn't call them "ups", but you get my point. But really, this is not why I meant to post this. This is just my last memory before my mental inbox goes blank.

My point? I have a question. You see, I can't remember my Grandma. At all. Just when she was in Hospice, which really...that wasn't her. I either feel as if it's been a long, long time since she's been gone, or that she was never even there. Anyone else that has lost someone close feel this? Or am I just insane? I want to remember. I want to smile and think about the good times. I know there was so many, but I just cannot remember them. None of them. The last good memory I have was watching a movie with her and sharing a tuna sandwich with her while mum baked cookies. (which ended up being the best chocolate chip cookies I ever tasted in my life.) Why can I remember those cookies so damn well, but I don't remember what Gram thought of the cookies, what we talked about that day, what we talked about at all. But those cookies were fuckin' delicious. Am I a bad person? I want to remember more than those cookies....but it won't come to me. It's like she was only a dream. One of those dreams you know was great, but as soon as you woke up, you forgot the whole thing. I sit around everyday, and do nothing. Up side? My insomnia is taking a break. I guess not sleeping most of last year finally caught up to me. I NEVER can sleep. (Do to some issues I have..long story.) But now I sleep fine. And I really don't dream that much...except for that Brendon and Ryan dream, which was awesome.

I'm going to end this before my heart explodes. One last tid-bit? I sang that Good Charlotte song Thank You Mom to Gram when I got to sit with her alone.

You know, I say I'd love just one more day with her, but I wouldn't. Because I would still miss her just as much, I'd still hurt when she left just as much, no matter how much longer I had with her, and how selfish am I to want her to live in such pain and torture just so I can have her? She did her part....but I can't help but feel like...

(I didn't believe it until...well, I still don't.)

The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know

This dress blows my mind. I love it and I want it. That's just it. It makes me happy in the pants region. I swear my blogs will makes sense soon.

Exchanging Heat In The Passengers Seat

Okay. I found this picture and I thought it was crazy. I like how anytime there's a girl in the picture, Ryan looks super uncomfortable. The wind affect is the greatest. And girls wonder why short guys don't mind being short? Look where Brendon's face is. There's your answer ladies. Jon...just likes Brendon a lot. Spencer just looks good.

Mr. Moth Come Quick

So, I need to post a first blog. So I'm going to ramble about nothing. Or rather, Pete Wentz. Looking bangin' of course. Makes me wonder if it was just THAT cold out, or was he just trying to see how many hoodies he can cram on. Can't go wrong with the Starbucks cup though. =-]

I really have nothing to say, and no one will read this, so you know. Ten bucks to anyone who can find a Clandestine bat on him somewhere.