Shotgun Sinner

Why?

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 08:07:54 GMT

I dunno if this is going to be a massive rant, but it's going to be a rant alright.
It's about Gerard and what he thinks it's probably cute.
I'm talking of course, about his pink hair . That's right. As you can see in these pictures:
http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/jessxzombie/default/gerardway--large-msg-12203940289.jpg
http://i34.tinypic.com/346xf8o.jpg

Some people have thought it a joke, some thought it photoshopped. Some thought he was Ronald McDonald's son going to treathen us all into McDonald's. The real deal was that Gerard is sinking lower and lower.

Dear Gerard,
In the past few years you've sunken to different levels in my eyes, starting from when you began ignoring fans, going skywire when you've married Lyn-Z after just 2 weeks and now dying your hair pink, which is totally not ok when you've got so many kids looking up to you.

Why pink, of all the friggin colors of the rainbow? Why not keep it BLACK, the way everybody liked it? Did you lose a bet? Did you think it's CUTE? Because it isn't. Do you think you're fucking Hayley Williams? Or maybe you're trying to beat Jeffree Star, who knows. My point is that it isn't cool. You do manage to pull it off, but maybe that's because my eyes and brain still don't want to believe it, even tho it's black and white in my face. Or should I say, pink and white?
If you don't straighten your act up, I assure you you'll be losing even more fans. You've already lost me and my trust.

Undead

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 21:43:52 GMT

Lightning lashed on the dark night sky, rain rippling on the window of his house. He looked up, eyes blood shot and puffy from crying, when lightning struck right outside on the front lawn. He choked a sob and turned his tear glazed eyes back to the bed beside which he was kneeling. Mikey took of his glasses and wiped his eyes, with no use because the tears kept pouring hot and fast down his red cheeks.

The dark room was lit for a second as more lightning split the sky. In that moment, the inhabitant of the bed was visible, pale skin shinning. Mikey's father. His only support, was layed there, breathing heavily through the last moments of his life. From now on, Mikey was alone. He had no one. His mother died giving birth to him and he had no brothers and sisters. His father was his only living relative, his sole companion. But now he was passing slowly, right infront of him, his cold hand clasping Mikey's.

Minutes passed, the grandfather clock in the hallway ticking Don's life away, his numbered breaths decreesing rapidly. It seemed to Mikey like only yesterday his father was healthy and happy, until that faithful day when the news of the cancer eating away at hid body, hit them so hard, their lifes crashing together.

Mikey cried and cried, his throat red, watching as his father's breathing started to slow down. He watched as his sole was leaving his body, forming an egg-like shape in his neck on it's way out.
Don's eyes were closed and he opened his mouth, releasing his last ever breath along with his precious sole, and Mikey could swear he heard his name being called right then.

-more to come-

V-day

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 08:40:40 GMT

Fuck Valentines Day!
Valentine's day is a load of shit. It's just a made up holiday that manipulates men into acting romantic for 5 minutes in order to get up a woman's skirt. The whole idea is ludicrous and insulting.
Then...then there's the stupid kinky gifts. Fuzzy handcuffs are not a gift. Edible underwear..is not a gift. Dude, if you're THAT hungry, we'll go to the diner.
OH! And the clothing... let's not forget the "romantic" clothing. Why do I have a feeling men are only thinking of themselvs when they buy them?

This all twisted self entitlement men get out of Valentine's day drives me NUTS. It's like, just because they bought me a box of chocolates they feel they have the right to jam their cock in my ass.

SCREW THAT!

I'd rather spend the eight dollars myself and spare myself the ass pounding.

And that concludes my V-day rant.

Christmas

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 20:08:46 GMT

Howdy everyone! As you all know, X-mas is coming soon. That just means I have a new rant subject. Fuck yeah! (First line and I have a swear word. that means it's going to be a very pissy rant. brace yourselfs ladies. )
Sooooooooooo..............

MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL,.
I'M PISSED OFF AT ALL THESE NEO-YUPPIE SCUMBAGS HELL-BENT ON REMOVING THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT FROM THE CHRISTMAS SEASON.

EVERY YEAR AROUND THE HOLIDAY, SOME JACK-OFF HAS TO GO COMPLAINING TO SOME COURT ABOUT HOW HE HATES CHRISTMAS AND HOW THERE'S SOME MANGER SCENE WITH BABY JESUS OFFENDING HIM AT SOME LOCAL SCHOOL.....WELL WHO CARES..... IF SOMEONE DECIDED TO TOSS A BABY JESUS ON THE FRONT LAWN, WHAT'S THE FUCKING PROBLEM???

AND THAT'S ANOTHER THING...YOU KNOW HOW PUBLIC SCHOOLS USE TO HAVE CHRISTMAS PLAYS AND SHIT LIKE THAT.....THEY DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE!!! AND IF THEY DO, THEY REMOVE ALL THE SONGS THAT HAVE ANY REFRENCE TO RELIGION IN THEM......NO, “SILENT NIGHT”, NO, “JOY TO THE WORLD”, AND NO FUCKING “LITTLE DRUMMER BASTARD”

THESE ARE THE SAME TYPE OF INSTITUTIONS THAT TELL YOU TO BE TOLERANT OF EVERYONE ELSES BELIEFS BUT TRY TO BEAT EVER HINT OF GOOD OL' ST. NICK OUT OF CHRISTMAS......HOW CAN ANYONE BE OFFENDED BY A FAT GUY WHO GIVES OUT FREE STUFF?? WHAT, ARE WE ALL PISSED AT SANTA BECAUSE HE'S FAT AND HAPPY AND PERFECTLY CONTENT WITH HIS IMAGE? IT'S LIKE ALL THESE NEO-YUPPIES WANT TO GIVE HIM AN INFERIORITY COMPLEX AND PUT HIM ON A ATKINS DIET!

AND THAT'S WHY I LIKE SANTA, BECAUSE HE'S A FAT BASTARD, WORKS ONE DAY A YEAR, IS ACTUALLY HAPPY AND EATS ALL THE COOKIES HE WANTS. HE REWARDS THE GOOD AND PUNISHES THE GUILTY....KIND OF LIKE A VIGILANTE WITH GIFTS.

AND ONE LAST THING....I'M TIRED OF EVERY ASSHOLE SLOGAN MARKETING TEAM CHANGING “MERRY CHRISTMAS” TO “HAPPY HOLIDAYS” OR “SEASONS GREETINGS”....SO THEY'RE MORE CULTURALLY SENSITIVE......FUCK YOU.......I DON'T CARE WHO SAYS WHAT, IT'S FUCKING CHRISTMAS. DEAL WITH IT.....'TIS THE SEASON.....TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP BEING A WHINNING BITCH. LEAVE THE CHRISTMAS FOLK ALONE!

AND JUST SO YOU KNOW WHERE I'M COMING FROM, I'M NOT ONE OF THESE PREACHY RELIGIOUS FANATIC, I DON'T GO TO CHURCH, AND I COULDN'T CARE LESS ABOUT HUMANITIES ISSUES WITH THE VARIOUS GODS THEY WORSHIP.....

I JUST WANT CHRISTMAS TO BE CHRISTMAS.....WITHOUT SOME FUCKING JACK-ASS TELLING ME NOT TO SING CHRISTMAS SONGS BECAUSE IT HAS A RELIGIOUS OVER-TONE.....

STOP RUINING THE HOLIDAYS NEO-YUPPIE SCUM!

OR I'LL STAB YOU WITH A DAMNED SPORK!

BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF SANTA....OR GET NOTHING!

and in other news, I hate Alex. Alex, I hate you. you just had to ruin my hollyday... Go back to your Italy. Go before I kill you.

Bahahah!

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 15:10:40 GMT

LMAO at Alex's finger XDDD

Missed meeeee????

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 23:34:41 GMT

Ok, time for my life update lol XD

Yesterday...meh, it was ok, I guess.
I was sick all day, so I didn't go to school *dances*. But no, honestly.
It was horrible. I felt like I was pregnant.
I couldn't be to far from a toilet. I spilled my guts 3-4 times *gags*

There was a festival in the city, so Alex left school early to come see me. He bought me a coke zero 6 pack!!!! OMG, I love this guy so much! When he came up to my room, I tackled him and I fell on top of him on the bed, making my little cousin cry and run out of the room XDDD She might have thought I was raping him. She'll hate me when she's older XD

I sat with Alex on the bed and drank coke. We were really caffeinated by the time we finished. We decided to go out because I was feeling better, and I wanted to see a photo exposition called "Past and Future". We went out at about 6 PM. Man, it was freezing cold! Gaahhh, minus a fuck load of degrees Celsius. I think I froze my nose off, but it grew back after Mikey sucked on it (inside joke people, don't worry XD ) . We went and saw the expo. It was good, I enjoyed it. The we went to take a friend home. We left her and went to find a coffee shop. On the way there we were trying to keep eachother warm, but we pretty much failed. He's a skinny bitch, and frankly, so am I so we don't generate a lot of heat.

Like I said before, there was a festival, so half the city was out freezing their faces of, the other half were sitting in every fast food and coffee shop! We walked around for about 15 minutes when Alex spotted an empty table inside one of the fast foods. He's my hero. I'll adopt him one day XD. So we went in a he bought me a hot chocolate. I have the greatest friends. EVER.

We drank our drugs and talked for about 1-2 hours then we went out again. He was supposed to take me home. We were walking through the central park where the festival was, and this band called Simplu (who are good, I have to say) had this music colage thing with all these old songs like Freestyler, What is love?, I have the power and stuff like that. We started bouncing around and people were asking us weather we drank too much or did we do drugs XD we got as close to the stage as possible, it really easy around here. The band was good, but we only got to hear about 2 songs.

The fireworks at the end creeped me the fuck out. I hate loud noises. Which means, I hate fireworks. Alex was telling me I'm such a wuss. Pftt, what does he know? At the end, on the stage there were these two guys that were gathering up the equipment. Dye-um! Those guys were fine. Two punk-goth dudes. Like, I've never seen any around this part of the world. They had Liberty spikes and a shit load of piercings and what not. I just stared and drooled. So did Alex (I dunno if I mentioned he was gay?).

He then took me home and went to his place too, singing "I have the power" on the way XDDD

In other news, my Dolly was sent into hospital today X(((( to treat his anorexia. Oli, I'm going to miss you so much! I can't believe I won't see you for X-mas! This is so unfair! But I'm happy you're getting help with it, I mean, it's not your fault you're allergic to dairy. I'm allergic to veggies. And even if you come back a fat ass, you'll still be my Oli-dolly. Love!

wohoo

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 20:54:57 GMT

i am officialy not grounded anymore! wooooooo
in other news, i broke my keyboard today in an excess of anger. now i am forced to click every letter using on-screen keyboard thingy. it's annoying. my finger hurts now. owy.
to celebrate my week of grounding, alex bought me coke zero!! yey! and we ran around the school yelling coke zero and butt sex. which of course got us both in detention.

the other alex in my life, i've spent my energy designing wedding dresses and a suit for mikey. i still have to do the bride's maids dress -_- i need more coke and a god damned keyboard

i shall end for now because all this click click nois is freakng annoying.

I fail at photoshop

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 07:19:17 GMT

*sigh* I really really suck! I tried to add a nifty blurry thingy to this photo. I ended up screwing it like, really bad. Any tips are highly appreciated.

Rant TIME!!!

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 11:35:58 GMT

Oh my, it's been so long since I've ranted about anything! I've missed this! Now, lemme get started.
The subject of today's rant is *dun dun dun* : The types of people that annoy me. *gasp*

The type of people who come up to you and ask you for advice, and then when you give them advice they don't take the advice. They just come back to you a week later and they're like “I can't believe how everything turned out so wrong”

You wanna no why everything turned out so wrong? Because you didn't take my advice and you're fucking stupid. That's what went wrong, you didn't listen to me. I know all. *cough modest cough*

People who stalk their ex-girlfriend particularly piss me off, what the fuck is wrong with these people? Don't you have better things to do with your life than be emotionally attached to someone who hates your guts? Do something with your life, find a hobby. You know... jeez... do you know how many video games are out there that you could be playing? At the very least shoot yourself *nudge nudge*. Get yourself out of society, nobody wants to deal with a stalker. Amen.

Other types of people that I hate; people who ruin your favorite diner, you know the type of person that you’re usually friends with until they go to the diner and start dating a waitress there and then have some kind of wierd rocky relationship and everytime you go to the diner after that there’s that weird vibe in the air.
People like this, really need food poisoning, I am so sick of these fucking bastards ruining my favorite spots. I can't go to fucking McDonalds anymore, jesus.

Another type of person I particularly hate are those fucking slime-balls with the slick black hair, that usually end up going to bars and shit like that on friday, saturday, sunday night, to see if they can pick up chicks. And all they do is walk around with these fucking stupid velvety shirts with their dumb-ass fat hairy chests exposed to the world, as if they were the sexiest thing on the face on the earth. You know what!, you're a middle aged loser, nobody wants to see your hairy chest. Either; throw yourself in front of traffic or overdose, please!. Nobody wants to hear this bullshit anymore, time for some revaluation of ones life. *ahem* These slime-balls are called "manelisti" here in Romania. I will personally see to it that they all die. Soon.

You ever have a good friend and then you go out some place and they always have to bring their fucking girlfriend; and their girlfriend turns out to be somebody you just want to kill... I mean really kill, like jump up and down and kill. And then chop up their body into 15 different parts and flush various parts down the toilet and bury the others and others get thrown in the sewer.
You know the type of person whose parents should have had an abortion before they even walked the earth. You know that kind of crap, these type of fucking pieces of crap really just need to be killed with some piano wire around the throat. I can’t take it anymore. I swear to God, I'm going to kill someone.

Now, for all you people who actually pay attention to the news, there's a bunch of fat bastards who wanted to sue McDonalds. Why? Because they were too fat. Far be it from them to admit to themselves, "hey, you know what? I should have stopped after eating 15 burgers." Nope! The fact that they have a fat ass is not their fault, it's McDonalds fault - or whatever fast food restaurant they decided to sue. My problem is, somebody actually considered taking on this case! These fucking lawyers who are like "yeah, you know what? We can sue this restaurant because you're a fat fuck." What are you saying when you're... when you're in front of the judge? "Yes, your honor, I'm a fat bastard and it's all because of this fast food chain." Give me a fucking break. Someone should just stab you in the eyes with a fucking really hot french fry, you fat bastard. Hope you choke on your own fat. Fatty! *seriously, I mean it! McDonalds is not to blame for your overdose of food -_-*

Okay, now getting off the topic of fat asses, let's talk about these fucking cell phone mother-fuckers. Dude, put the phone away. You're a fucking self-important little fucking bastard. Nobody is really calling you. It's like, you're walking around, pressing a little button that makes that fake ringing sound. Give me a fucking break! You just want people to think that people are calling you. Nobody is calling you, you're a loser, and you're paying like $70 a month for no reason. Why, what do you need a cell phone for, so... so your mother can call you to pick up groceries on the way home from work? Give me a fucking break, okay? Grow up. If I have to hear another fucking cell phone go off when I'm eating at a diner, or I'm at a movie, I'm gonna fucking rip somebody's head off. It's like, I'm walking home from school or whatever, and there's at least 5 people on the way that "talk" on the phone. Usually, they press that button when you pass them. And the people that normally do that are the slime-balls previously mentioned.

And speaking of diners, is it just me, or are the rest of you really fucking sick of these children with the high-pitched frequency of whining and yelling that just fucking drills itself right into your brain? I, for one, really want the mothers or fathers to just start beating the shit out of these kids until they're fucking silent or go into a coma. I'm so sick trying to eat a burger or something and having this whining kid complaining that he doesn't have ice cream. You know what, he wants ice cream? You lock him in the freezer, keep him there for about six hours, I'm sure he'll have his fill of ice cream. So... he's a little frostbitten and loses a toe or two. Fuck him, fuck the parents, get these whiny fucking bastards out of my diner. Let me eat in peace, you fat bastards. *Note: I hate children. Not surprised, eh?*

And in closing, you know it’s shit like this that pisses me off it’s just these types of people that have no “inner soul” no nothing, they just revolve around their own pathetic little world with no consideration for what’s going on around them. They have no sense or grasp of reality and really need to be taken off the face of this earth, they have no substance, they have no control over themselves... And they really need to be put to sleep... permanently.

Thank you for reading, now go and kill some slime-balls!

Early Halloween rant

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 15:03:25 GMT

What the fuck happened to Halloween? Halloween used to be SCARY. It used to be weird costumes that dripped fake blood everywhere and CANDY FOR ALL. Now, for some reason, mass marketing has turned this once scary tradition into a cutesy day of half-assed candy dispensing. It seems that all the horrific and gross aspects of Halloween have been removed to make way for ''a kinder, gentler Halloween." One where there is no blood in sight! And all you see is happy little children dressed as soft, cuddly cartoon characters. *GAGS* This. Is not. HALLOWEEN. I'm also sick and tired of those little ghetto rats who use their street clothes to go trick-or-treating. "And what are you supposed to be?" "Yo, I'm a hardcore rappa'. Gimme some candy!" Well, come back when you have a real fucking costume and I'll give you some candy! Ya bastards! Remember, if you give them a handout now, without having them work for it, they're going to expect it later in life. *AHEM WELFARE*. AND enough with this storebought costume shit. Where's the fucking originality in that? How about you take some time and create your own costume? Get some old clothes, use some old makeup, and try to come up with something interesting and original. Use your brain! It makes the whole experience a lot more fun! Another thing – what happened to all the good horror movies? Years ago, when Halloween came around, there would be a slew of horror films released in the theaters! Friday the 13^th, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, the list goes on. What is there now? Every once in a while, during the SUMMER, ya get an American remake of a Japanese horror film. Whoopdeedoo. Horror films in August – USELESS. So all-in-all, I say it's time to put the HORROR back in Halloween. Get some fake eyeballs and put 'em in your mouth, or something weird like that! I'm sick and tired of having companies turn Halloween into another holiday that's so cutesy and lovable that it looks like Hello Kitty exploded all over the whole fucking day! It's horrible! And don't be stingy with the candy when I come around! Ya cheap bastards! Where's my candy?

WTF Wikipedia?????

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 22:03:37 GMT

Doods, what the hell's with wiki? My cousin sent me the link to MCR's page, and it was worse than Uncyclopedia! Who the fuck changed it?
I am so pissed off!

Mikey Way - bass, currently in love with Frank Iero

WTFFFF????????????

My Chemical No Pants (often shortened to You Suck)

O_O Who ever wrote this, I hope you DIE!

Random random random

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 07:23:42 GMT

Ok, so basically: School bites ass. I have no free time or very little.
I haven't talked to my friends in assloads of time.
My teacher hates me. Geography teach is a pain in the back side, and a good source for mind freezing cuss words. Like, one of the girls was at the map, and she was asked to find something, but she didn't. And the teach was like :" You worthless piece of garbege, you tramp. You're all a bunch of fucking whores. You're no good at anything but hanging out with worthless pieces of boy sluts."
Srsly, that woman has issues.

I keep having this weird dream, where I find Mikey beaten up and naked in a garbage dumpster. It scares me the fuck out.

Has anyone ever noticed , that in action movies, if there is a fight involving a woman, she god damn moans like a porn star every time she swings a hit and misses.? It's insane. And the same goes for cartoons. My mom makes fun of ME everytime those ppl moan.

I was writing a fic, but I lost my inspiration. *curses*

Ahmed the dead terorist

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 10:17:47 GMT

When you think life can't get any worse..

Wed, 26 Sep 2007 16:46:08 GMT

Think again. A lot, and I mean a LOT, of shit can happen in just a week. This has to be the longest most shittiest week I've endured all my life. Seriously.

Friday.. Friday was an awesome day. Really. I actually taught it would be the beginning of a terrific week. Not.
So, we didn't have school, because some teacher's mom died. I know it sounds awful , but I was hella happy!
I asked my mom if I could go to my cousin's place in the mountain region of the country. She said yeah, but not if I go alone.
So I drag my gay friend, Alex, with me. He knows my cousin, so it would have been okay if he slept there. He plays guitar too, so he kept me entertained for the 2 and a half hour ride to the capital, where we had to change trains, and another 3 hours to my cousin.
We got there at about 7 PM. It was fucking freezing! Damn you, weather change, you suck ass! I mean, wtf, 10 degrees celsius in september?? Jesus Christ...
We had to wait 15 mins for my cousin to come get us. We had to share the station with the junkies and society rejects. Alex almost had the crap beat outta him by a very stoned looking fellow for playing his guitar while we waited. We had to give him some change to leave us alone and go kill his system with some more drugs. Idiot.
She finally had the decency to arrive, and we rode the bus to her place, outside town. The bus was kinda empty, except some homeless person, who kept staring at my cousins breasts. The dude was like O___O . It was really freaky.
Finally home. Alex plops down in MY bed, and when I try to shove him off, he asshole flips me off! So I had to sleep in his designated bed, not my double bed. I can't LIVE without my double bed. See the sacrifices I make for my friends.
But he made it up for me by cooking dinner. He's a great cook, not like me. I can burn water. Don't ask how, but I can.
We ate the pasta and then the chocolate chip cookies we got from the supermarket. Yum..
We decided we weren't so sleepy, so we played cards. Cheat was the selected game. We played on dares. Like, whom ever lost, had to drink a glass of wine. So we had our 1 liter pint of wine on the table, and another one waiting on the cupboard. I am such a master at hiding my fibs that I only had to drink a glass. Madalina (my cousin, whom I will refer to as Maddy) drank 4 glasses and Alex 3 or 4. They were basically drunk off their asses at 2 AM when we called it a night.
Next day was really warm outside. Stupid weather. It's freezing cold at night and Way to warm in the afternoon. We went in the front yard and sat on the couch-swing thingy. Maddy got her laptop and we started listening to some music. Then all of a sudden, our conversation changes to the topic of Gerard Way. You people probably know the picture where he's pouting and has his hand on his hip. That was the subject of me and my cousins discussion. We were talking about how sexy that pose can be and how one man can fit into those tight jeans when Alex was like" Oh, for fucks sake! I don't need a boner right now!" and me and Maddy were like O__Owtf?..cuz he was never so open about his sexuality. Then he got up and started to imitate Gee, and we all started laughing.
The rest of the weekend was pretty much uneventful.

Back in Caracal, I got the flew. God, it sucks to be sick! It was monday so I didn't go to school. First day of sickness wasn't so bad, so I was able to stay on the computer.
When I was trying to copy some stuff for school, there was this annoying sound from outside, like someone cutting wood with an ax.
I tried to ignore it, but it was staring to get on my nerves. I looked out the window, but there was nothing. So I just shrugged it off. After about 1 min from the time I looked out the window, a loud BOOM echoed through the garden. I didn't get up to see what it was, cuz I taught some smart ass set a firework on fire.
Shortly after, I get up to get another pen, and when I pass the window I think I had a heart attack.
The neighbors house was ablaze! When I saw the huge flames I taught it was our house and I started hyperventilating. I try to look closer and I saw that it was the neighbors place. I calm down and call my mom, the only person I could think of. The firemen were already on their Way, I could hear the sirens. They managed to stop the fire before it reached our place, but the poor peoples house was destroyed. I still don't know what caused it.

The next day mom said to go to school, so I did. Romanian class was a pain in a sick girls ass. I hate my teacher more than I hate spiders and that's saying something. If given the chance I'd butcher her and let her live to feel the other horrors I would do to her. Stupid bitch.
She knew I was sick and that my voice was muffled by the fact that I couldn't quite breath normally, you know how it is when you're sick. She asked me a question in grammar, and I said it right, but she was like "Ow, bullcrap" an she turned to another girl who said the same damn thing! I told her that and she was like" Ow, so now you're calling me stupid, missy?" and I started explaining to her the fact that maybe she missunderstood me because I'm sick. And she asked the class what did they hear, and they didn't say anything. And she took their silence as if she were right and I was a lying bitch.
At the end of the lesson, after she left, my class mates came to me and were like "Ali, we know you said "in" not "on", but we didn't want to say anything because we were scared she'd yell at us too". O_O WTF?? You people know I'm right and you don't say anything?? Lousy excuse for friends..

And now, here I am, in bed, with a fever and stuffed on pills and chicken noodle soup and orange juice. I skipped school again today after my teacher sent me home yesterday because I had a high fever.

Sorry for boring you with my rant, but I just had to.

Writer's Block: Music: My First Favorite Band

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 07:58:22 GMT

What was the first band you became a fan of?

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Totally Nirvana, but it kinda died out after 5 years XD

Well, look! I did remember

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 08:22:18 GMT

1. Name:
2. Birthday:
3. Place of residence:
4. What makes you happy:
5. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:
6. Do you read my lj:
7. If you do, what is particularly good/bad about it:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment? Who is it?:
10. Favourite place to be:
11. Favourite lyric:
12. Best time of the year:
13. Weird thing about you:
14. Do farts make you laugh:

Recommend

1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A band, a song and an album:

Me

1. One thing (or more, guyz) you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Put this in your lj so I can tell you what I think of you

Mending your broken ways

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 14:12:35 GMT

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Cemetery Drive

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 10:52:38 GMT

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Quizzness

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 20:35:01 GMT

69 confession questions

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1. The phone rings; who do you want it to be? Anyone who'll hang up fast, I hate talking on the phone
2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart? *cough*...
3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener? I can do both
4. Do you take compliments well? Pretty well, yeah
5. Do you play Sudoku? Sometimes, when I'm really bored
6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive? Hell no..
7. Do you like to ride horses? Never have
8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid? Yes, and I swear to God I'm not sending my kids in hell-holes like that
9. What was your favorite game as a kid? Hide and seek
10. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you go for it? No Way
11. Have you lied to get out of a date? I never had a date
12. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you? HELL YEAH!
13. Do you like to pursue or be pursued? Hmm..deppends
14. Use three words to describe yourself? [Cris] funny, smart and talented
15. Do any songs make you cry? Maybe Cancer by My Chem
16. Are you continuing your education? Yes
17. Do you know how to shoot a gun? Do water guns count?
18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed? My dogs
19. How often do you read books? Whenever I have time
20. Do you think more about the past, present or future? Present and future
21. What is your favorite children's book? I don't know
22. What color are your eyes? Blue
23. How tall are you? 5 foot 8
24. Where is your dream house located? Near a isolated beach of somesort
25. Do you have a secret fetish? Mhmm..
26. Have you tried sushi? Yuck, no..
27. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth? Nope
28. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden? Where?
29. When was the last time you were at Church? When I was baptised XD
30. Where was the furthest place you traveled today? City center
31. What was your favorite job? None
32. Do you like mustard? Ewww
33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat? Sleep
34. Do you look like your mom or dad? Both
35. How long does it take you in the shower? 10-15 mins
36. Can you do the splits? No
37. What movie do you want to see right now? Bruce Almighty or Eurotrip
38. If you could fast forward your life, would you? No, why would I want to be old faster?
39. What did you do for New Year's? I cursed the lack of snow
40. Do you think The Grudge was scary? Yeah, a bit
41. Could you relate to a character in Mean Girls? Never saw it
42. Do you own a camera phone? No
43. Do you have an "ex box" with pics and letters from past lovers? I never had a boy friend
44. Was your mom a cheerleader? Hope not..
45. What's the last letter of your middle name? I don't have a middle name
46. Do you like your middle name? How can I like my non-existing middle name?
47. How many hours of sleep do you get a night? As much as humanly possible
48. Do you like care bears? What?
49. What do you buy at the movies? A ticket or two
50. Do you know how to play poker? I used to
51. Do you wear your seatbelt? Always
52. What do you wear to sleep? Boxer shorts and a T-shirt
53. Anything big ever happen in your hometown? Not that I know of
54. How many meals do you eat a day? 3
55. Is your tongue pierced? No way in hell!
56. Ever meet anyone you met on myspace? No, and not about to
57. Do you read myspace bulletins? Deppends
58. Do you like funny or serious people better? People that can be both funny and serious
59. Ever been to L.A.? No
60. Did you eat a cookie today? Waffers count?
61. Do you use cuss words in other languages? All the time
62. Do you steal or pay for your music downloads? I download illegaly
63. Do you hate chocolate? No! Who hates chocolate???
64. What do you and your parents fight about the most? School
65. Are you a gullible person? Sometimes yes
66. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy? Not really
67. If you could have any job what would it be? Interviewer for a music magazine, that would kick ass
68. Are you easy to get along with? I like to think so
69. What is your favorite time of day? Evening

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First fic ever

Fri, 31 Aug 2007 13:23:35 GMT

He looked up at the ceiling; his head throbbed with pain from his sickness. The headaches were getting so bad; he couldn't even manage to stand on his own anymore. Yet he thanked god every day he was alive, alive for him, his love. He'd been right there beside him since he'd met him. He felt bad about it, but thankful none the less. He'd made so many sacrifices just for his wellbeing, and tried so hard to get him the best of the best treatments and doctors, tried so hard to help him get cured. Yet through all the prayers and tears, he was still passing in pain anyway.

Gerard clutched tightly to his hand, he knew he was going to die. The boy he'd come to love so much, was on a hospital bed, passing away slowly. He was glad to have met him that day last year. His one wish, when he found out about the inescapable tumor, was to meet him, talk to him. He took time off touring just to spend time with him. He went everywhere with him, enjoying every second they were in the mall, or watching a movie at his house.

It was so sudden that he collapsed, there in the middle of the hall. His mind remembered that instant as if it had just happened, replaying in his mind every second his pain carried on. It had only happened three days ago, but it seemed he'd had this terrible aching for years.

He'd gone to church, he'd prayed for him, he tried everything he could, he just wanted him alive and well again, he didn't want to see him in pain. He felt as though he'd failed the 23 year old Frank, the man of his dreams. He'd tried to fix him, he'd paid for all of his treatments, all of his hospital visits and still he was dying. He felt he hadn't tried hard enough, he could have done more, he should be doing more, but his mind was drawing blanks, he'd tried everything multiple times, in hopes of a miracle.
"Gerard." He groaned at a soft whisper.

Gerard looked to his face, tears were sliding out of his glossy green eyes. He knew that any moment, he'd be gone. "What is it, sweetheart?" He asked quietly, not wanting to put him in more pain by speaking loudly.

"Don't leave me." He closed his eyes, holding as tight as his weakened hand could to his.

"I won't." He breathed, raising his hand to his lips, and giving it a gentle kiss. He'd refused to leave his side since he'd been admitted to the hospital. He was afraid that if he left him, he'd die alone. So it was no problem not to leave when he'd asked.

"Life does this to us. It makes us high, happier than we've ever been, and then it takes us away. Remember, I love you always. I'll wait for you to come to me in death. We'll have more time there. Write your songs, make sure they have feeling, don't hide your unhappiness under your stage presence. Show them, tell everyone you're story, tell them, Gerard. Don't forget me." He said. Gerard could tell that it was paining him just to talk, and wished he would just rest, but knew that he wouldn't rest until he'd said all he wanted to.

"I will. I promise." He stroked his hair away from his face, and stood up to kiss his forehead.

"Sing to me?" He asked hopefully, his eyes still shut as his eyebrows raised with expectancy.

"Of course." He nodded, even though he couldn't see him.
"Desert song." He requested.

"Alright." He said, a tear slipping from his eye, he wanted to argue that he couldn't do it, not with him dying like this, he just couldn't make it through the song, and he knew he wouldn't be able to. He looked at his pale, weak face, his chapped, pale pink lips, his now open, fading green eyes, and knew he had to try; he had to try, for him.

"I'll be seeing you. We'll talk when I wake up." He whispered, smiling, knowing fully well that once he went to sleep, he'd never wake again. But he wanted to make it easier on him.

He began to sing softly, holding his hand, to his face. He held tight as he sang to him, he knew the end was oh so very near, but he had to make it through the song.

Through Gerard's beautiful singing voice, he felt free. He knew that his brain was slowly shutting everything down, and he would pass away any moment, but he'd never been happier. His breathing slowed, and as did his heart, he was almost done singing, and he was almost done living.

"…All fall down, well after all…" He finished. He looked at his beautiful face, a smile spread across it. His smiling, delicate, angel face was stained with tears. He was sure, immediately, it was over, the song, and his being. Frank's grip on his hand loosened, and he knew he was gone.

He wished he'd told him he loved him, as he cried into his hand. He thought of all the good things about him, how he was so supernatural, so patient, so caring, so unique from all the others, so set on the fact that he'd live. He almost believed him when he talked about getting out of the hospital, and he'd started making plans of how he'd ask him to marry him in his head.

He was gone, waiting for him to come to him. He would always be in his heart, standing right beside him while he sang to the crowd, always on his mind, always in his heart. Even though he was right in the bed he sat next to, he was long gone. And there was nothing to do about it. All the work he'd put into trying to save him, all the tears he'd shed, and he'd still passed out of his life.

But he'd be stronger, push on, and keep moving, just like he'd always told him to. Every time he'd try to step out of his life, his voice would push him back in, keeping him alive and well until it was his time to pass.

It's official

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 11:45:02 GMT

So yeah, basically, God will never stop fucking with my life. So, I wake up at 1 PM after sleeping 8 hours. I go down and eat, after my mom gets suspicious of my bed time. So, from now on she'll be cheking to see if I'm sleeping, as if I can't turn on the computer after that *rolls eyes*.
I go outside to see what the dogs are doing, and my damn retriever jump on me, and being a fat ass that she is, tackles me to the floor. The only problem is that I fell in the pool, and the water was so damn cold, I think I had a heart attack.
So far, my morning was the crappiest ever. But, moving on...
I change and dry up. I log on to LJ, and check my fav community, the only one actually. I log on and see 5 new Frerard videos. I taught that would be the beggining of a better day. Hell, was I in for something.
The videos were really awesome, thank you to the girl who posted.But like, at the end of the page, there's this photo of Gerard being face raped my some girl people say is Lyn-Z, who I have no idea who is. And he didn't quite seem to mind at all, he had his arm around her anyway.
So, after that pic, all my Frerard theories have been destroyed . That photo will remain in my mind for ever and ever, or untill these two dudes get married or something. Or until I kick Gerard in the nuts for being suck a big ass kill-joy.
Sorry for ranting, and if someone actually read this, I'm sorry for taking time of your life, I really am.

I have to keep away from oxigen

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 16:07:43 GMT

Ok, so now I'm searching LJ for Waycest! What the fuck is in this oxigen shit? Oh God, shoot me now, before I kill my brain cells with Gerard/Mikey smutt. Please please please!
And all this happend because I read a handjob fic! God, I'm gonna have nightmaresI mean, they're brothers! What would you say if I did stuff like that with my sister? Probably that I'm a sick ass bastard and that I need to be put on medication or sent straight to jail. I vote for the latter. I should be tied up to a tree and shot in the head. Ok, a bit extreme, but what the fuck man!
THEY ARE BROTHERS! How can I live with myself now?

Everyone is leaving..

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 09:27:12 GMT

Ok, so I notice everyone's leaving for holyday. Everyone including me. I know I won't be missed, 'cause I don't post anything.

See you guys in fucking 10 days.. God I think I'm gonna kill myself there. It's sooooo lonely and full of joks, it creeps me out.

MISS YA ALL!

AB4 - Sa

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 13:38:33 GMT

Yeah, well, this is in my mother tongue, Romanian. Don't fright if you don't understand a thing, I translated it at the end

I:
Sunt un om prea educat
Am vocabular bogat
Am vreo 4-5 costume
Ies in lume
Ma scol zilnic pana-n sapte
Dorm doar in camasi de noapte
Si cu apa minerala
Fac gargara
Si nici nu stiu
Cum altfel sa fiu
Decat normal
Si-atat de banal.

Refren:
Si vreau sa strig
Sa-mi fac pe plac
Sa sar in sus
Sa dau din cap
Sa fac ceva
Numai al meu
Sa ma transform
Sa nu mai fiu eu.

II:
Nu ies din cuvantul mamii
Ea imi gestioneaza banii
Si imi spune ce-i mai bine
Pentru mine
Stiu ca nu-i frumos sa minti
Sau sa nu te speli pe dinti
Nicidecum sa iei vreun os
De pe jos
Si nici nu stiu
Cum altfel sa fiu
Decat normal
Sï-atat de banal.

Refren:..

So that was Romanian, and now, the translation...

I:
I'm an educated man
I've got a rich vocabulary
I've got 4-5 suites
I go out in the world
I wake up daily before 7 AM
I only sleep in night gowns
And with mineral water
I rinse my mouth.
And I don't know
Another way to be
Besides normal
And so lame.

Chorus:
And I wanna scream
And fulfill myself
To jump
To bang my head
To do something
Only for myself
To change
To not be myself.

II:
I respect my mothers words
She's the one that gives me money
And tells me what's best
For me
I know it's not nice lo lie
Or to not brush your teeth
And of course to grab a bone
From the ground
And I don't know
Another way to be
Besides normal
And so lame.

The poopie list

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 10:59:08 GMT

This has nothing to do with MCR, but it's funny as hell, and I had to share. Enjoy :P

GHOST POOPIE: The kind where you feel the poopie come out, but there is no poopie in the toilet.

CLEAN POOPIE: The kind where you poopie it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper.

WET POOPIE: The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels unwiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you won't ruin them with stains.

SECOND WAVE POOPIE: This happens when you're done poopie-ing and you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize that you have to poopie some more.

POP-A VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEAD POOPIE: The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.

LINCOLN LOG POOPIE: The kind of poopie that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.

GASSY POOPIE: It's so noisy, that everyone within earshot is giggling.

DRINKER'S POOPIE: The kind of poopie you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It's most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.

CORN POOPIE: Self explanatory.

GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-POOPIE POOPIE: The kind where you want to poopie but all you do is sit on the toilet and fart a few times.

SPINAL TAP POOPIE: That's where it hurts so badly coming out, you'd swear it was leaving you sideways.

WET CHEEKS POOPIE (The Power Dump): The kind that comes out so fast, your butt cheeks get splashed with water.

THE DANGLING POOPIE: This poopie refuses to drop in the toilet even though you are done poopie-ing it. You just hope that a shake or two will cut it loose.

THE SURPRISE POOPIE: You're not even at the toilet because you are sure you are about to fart, but oops --- a poopie!