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Sep. 27th, 2008

Dear Dad,

When did you become such a Jesus Freak?
Title: The Manhattan Island Isolation Experiment Rules
Author: yojwalkcribs
Rating: G
Pairing: n/a
POV: n/a
Summary: Rules for the controversial Manhattan Island Isolation Experiment
Disclaimer: This is a figment of my sickly twisted mind.
Author Notes: Just so you know, you really shouldn't miss any chapters. You might get confused. :/


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The RulesCollapse )

Lol two posts in like 12 minutes


Omg today my dad came up to me and was like "Convince your mom to let me get a kitten D:" and I was like "ZOMG MOMMYYY KITTEENNNNN DDDDD:"

Lol that made no sense. But for real, there's a little black kitten for adoption at where my dad goes to the doctor and we already have a cat and a golden retriever dog but omg I'm a sucker for animals. And so is my dad. Especially for cats. So we're reeeeaaaaaally trying to convince her to let us get this kitten D: Especially because I don't have any pets. :/ I never have. My dad has my cat, and my dog likes my mom the best. My brother has had a turtle, a lizard, and now has a fish. I want a pet ): DUDE IF WE GET THE CAT AND IT'S A BOY I WOULD FO SHIZ NAME IT BECKETT. 8D Possibly(: I don't think my mom would like that -.- I never get to name animals. :/

I WANT THIS KITTEN DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:

edit: Lol I texted my dad today and asked if the kitten is still there and he said yes. I asked if it's a boy or girl and he said girl. Then he said he started calling it Ashley, as in "Ashley Wentz" (I'm like, uhm dad her name is ASHLEE and I think she still has her last name of Simpson."). Then I said that if we get the kitten we should name is Baby Wentz after Pete Wentz's unborn child.

Music Therapy

So I finally think I know what I want to do with my life :D Music Therapy. My clarinet lesson teacher was telling me about it and it sounds reeaaally interesting. I'm going to do some research on it. I'm a research junkie xD I research everything. I know everything about hair straightening, lip piercing, and muscle-toning exercises because those have been my most recent topics of research. xD Anyway, yeah I'm going to look into it. But to save me some time, does anyone know anything about it? What colleges offer it? I live in Pennsylvania, so possibly colleges in that area but it really doesn't matter to me. Lol. But yeah any info you have, please offer it up!!! Thanks :D :D
Today I was walking to my next class from lunch with Calyn and there were these two boys walking in front of us and all of a sudden Calyn said, "I keep wondering if those two boys are going to lock hands. Because their hands keep bumping into each other."

Now, don't you hate when that happens? When you're walking with someone and you feel like a creeper because your hand keeps bumping theirs? I hate that. So it might just be that their hands were bumping each other on accident, but they were walking really close, too. The rest of the day I kept obsessing over if they were gay or not. Fail. Dx

I'm very obsessive compulsive. O_O

But yeah. Back to the subject of gay people. I haven't really seen any yet this year in my ~high school. Like I mean I haven't seen any that I know FER SURE are gay.

I want a fun gay friend D:

I'm so lame. xD

Anyway. Yes. I also realized something about myself recently. I rarely make eye contact when I'm breifly speaking to someone. Like if someone bumps into me and says sorry, or asks me to pick up their pencil, I just do it and don't look at them.

It's weird.....

YOU SEE. THIS IS WHAT I GO THROUGH. I PSYCHOANALIZE EVERY INCH OF MY LIFE.

Every thing I do has a hidden meaning and it ~means something. I have problems.

Okay, enough of the awkwardness and onto some PATD news. :D

My brother hates Panic At The Disco. >:/ The only song(s) he doesn't hate by them are In The Middle Of Summer (I still call it that instead of When The Day Met The Night xD) and Behind The Sea. And the only reason he doesn't hate Behind The Sea is because Brendon doesn't sing. :|

He says Brendon's voice is ~annoying. I was tempted to call him a hoe.

My dad doesn't really like PATD either, but that's nothing to get worked up about. Lol. For some reason, I like making my parents guess who a certain song is by. So yesterday I had my iPod on in the car and a Panic song from AFYCSO came on and I said, "Guess who this is by." My dad guessed correctly in saying Panic At The Disco. I was like, "Wow dad. Nice job. You didn't even hesitate."

He then replied by saying, and I quote, "They have a very unique sound. You know it's them when you hear one of their songs."

Just thought I'd share that(:

Just a little boost of confidence please?

MEME
One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind how great you are.
Title: The Manhattan Island Isolation Experiment (Prologue/?)
Author: yojwalkcribs
Rating: This chapter, PG. Eventually maybe R for language/violence/etc.
Pairing: Ryden (Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie)
POV: First, Ryan’s for the prologue. Third for the rest.
Summary: When the entire island of Manhattan is isolated in a month long experiment with no solid structure of any sort, what will happen? Anarchy, mutiny, even genocide?
Disclaimer: This is a figment of my sickly twisted mind.
Author Notes: At the end.

PrologueCollapse )

Oh my god total Gabilliam ftw

Okay okay okay so as you know The Academy Is...'s new album, Fast Times At Barrington High was released a few weeks ago and there is one track that just screams sex scandal. It is called:

AFTER THE LAST MIDTOWN SHOW

Okay. So let's start from the beginning:

First of all. What is Gabilliam? Gabilliam is the pairing of one mister Gabriel Saporta and one mister William Beckett.

Who used to be in Midtown?

....

Oh yeahhh. That's right. Gabe Saporta.

Now for the song lyrics:


It's a drunken midnight on the streets,
brightly dusted with a neon light.
We duck behind the corner store,
smoke your smokes while I keep a watchful eye.

Right Here, right now.

[[ I hope before the night is through,
one fumbled touch will finally hit the spot.
You've got everything going for you,
so I'll go for you with everything I've got. ]]

First semi-slashy part right there. I mean seriously. That doesn't need any explanation.

[[ Right here, the best days of our lives.
Is this coincidence or a sign? ]]

The best days of their lives is when Bill was still younger and a Midtown groupie. Is it coincidence or a sign that Gabe and William are now on the same record label.

Is there anything I missed?
Is there anything I missed?
Well, tell me if I'm wrong,
but why would we change a thing?

[[ When the morning light fights through the cracks
cascading across the bed, and you are mine.
When your parnets start to wake for work,
between the sheets, I'll keep a watchful eye. ]]

Oh muh lawdddd seriously. I don't even need to explain this.

Right here, the best days of our lives.
Is this coincidence or a sign?

Is there anything I missed?
Is there anything I missed?
Well, tell me if I'm wrong,
but why would we change it?

When we met, I was on my back.
I swear we spent most afternoons
somewhere in the act.
We were part of something ours,
and ours alone.
Anywhere was home.
We're almost here again.

When we met, I was on my back.
I swear we spent most afternoons
somewhere in the act.
We were part of something ours,
and ours alone.
Anywhere was home.
We're almost here again.
We're almost here again.
We're almost here again.

Right here, right now.



Okay I think that's all...But really. That song is like....fer real. I saw the title and was like "Ooooo Midtown!!!" and then I listened and was like "O_O"



WHAT DO YOU THINK!??!?!?!?!

Politics...they're a bitch.

I just saw two campaign ads in a row. One, obviously for John McCain and one obviously for Barack Obama. And I must say I am sick of them. All this bashing and digging on eachother is getting out of hand. I only have one thing to say:

Barack 'N' Roll, baby. I mean seriously. Once you go black, you never go back.

November 4th. Represent those of us who can't yet vote and vote your asses off in the hopes of not electing another George W. Bush.

WOOOOOOO FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hell to the yeah, mofo. I loooove America! YEEEEE-HAWWWWW!!!!!!

*whoops like a redneck*

Sep. 13th, 2008

Abby goes out with Paul now.





I don't know why I'm so upset about that. >:/