"After all this time?"

Mon, 19 Nov 2007 20:10:40 GMT

Dude

February, I know the day, Emma knows the day, Ryan knows the day. It will be epic!!!!!!!

btw, Emma, that was the last song they played, Epic. LOL, you need to see their Phoenix blog.

It's funny watch it dude

So, Ludo, I love you.

Oh, Love Me Dead is out!!!

You're the one I want.

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 06:58:02 GMT

I got chills.
They're multiplyin'.
And I'm losin' control.
'Cause the power
you're suplyin',
it's electrifyin'!

You better shape up,
'cause I need a man
and my heart is set on you.
You better shape up;
you better understand
to my heart I must be true.

Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do.

You're the one that I want.
You, oo, oo, honey.
The one that I want.
You, oo,oo, honey.
The one that I want
You, oo, oo
are what I need.
Oh, yes indeed.

If you're filled
with affection
you're too shy to convey,
meditate in my direction.
Feel your way.

I better shape up,
'cause you need a man
who can keep you satisfied.
I better shape up
if I'm gonna prove
that your faith is justified.

Are you sure? Yes, I'm sure down deep inside.

You're the one that I want.
You, oo, oo, honey.
The one that I want.
You, oo,oo, honey.
The one that I want
You, oo, oo
are what I need.
Oh, yes indeed

Grease makes my head spin.

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 04:41:32 GMT

There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.
Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.

I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That's a thing I'd never do.

I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day,
And throw my life away,
On a dream that won't come true.

I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I dont steal and I dont lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I'll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That's the worst thing I could do

Went shopping today. Looked cute. Thats all.

Passion (Japanese Lyrics) - Hikaru Utada

Mon, 18 Dec 2006 01:30:33 GMT

Omoidaseba haruka haruka
Mirai wa doko made mo kagayaiteta
Kirei na aozora no shita de
Bokura wa sukoshi dake obieteita

Natsukashii iro ni mado ga somaru

Mae wo muitereba
Mata aemasu ka
Mirai wa doko e demo tsudzuiteiru n' da
Ooki na kanban no shita de
Jidai no utsuroi wo mite itai na

Nido to aenu
Hito ni basho ni
Mado wo akeru

Omoidaseba haruka haruka
Mirai wa doko made mo kagayaiteta
Kirei na aozora no shita de
Bokura wa itsumademo nemutte ita

Zutto mae ni suki datta hito
Fuyu ni kodomo ga umareru sou da
Mukashi kara no kimari goto wo
Tama ni utagaitaku naru yo
Zutto wasurerarenakatta no
Nengajou wa shashin tsuki kana
Watashitachi ni dekinakatta koto wo
Totemo natsukashiku omou yo

My fears, my lies

Aozora no shita

IF WE WERE A MOVIE, YOU'D BE THE RIGHT GUY AND I'D BE THE BEST FRIEND YOU'D FALL IN LOVE WITH. IN THE END WE'D BE LAUGHING, WATCHING THE SUN SET. FADE TO BLACK, SHOW THE NAMES, PLAY THE HAPPY SONG!!!!

guess what song and artist that is and you get a cookie!

today

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 00:39:20 GMT

so, anyways, i woke up at 8 this morning, to take jj and my dad to the airport. and then i came back, called emma, asked her if she wanted to help, so she did, and we put m dads crap in my car. then we went home and put my crap in dads car, after this event, us two plus mom drove to the new house and unloaded it all. all i need to take now is my wardrobe box, and the animals. then we went to jack in the box, where the dr. pepper ran out of syrup. and they had no water. we came home, ate, and i took emma home and fell asleep at 1.30. i slept until 5, i was tired. now im thirsty. WATER!!!!! graaaaaaa!!!!

go vote for AFI at the VMA's!!!!

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 22:49:10 GMT

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 18:13:39 GMT

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Grim Grinning Ghosts

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 08:04:41 GMT

I WANNA GO TO DISNEYLAND!!!!

When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake
Spooks come out for a swinging wake
Happy haunts materialize
And begin to vocalize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

Now don't close your eyes and don't try to hide
Or a silly spook may sit by your side
Shrouded in a daft disguise
They pretend to terrorize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

As the moon climbs high over the dead oak tree
Spooks arrive for the midnight spree
Creepy creeps with eerie eyes
Start to shriek and harmonize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

When you hear the knell of a requiem bell
Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell
Restless bones etherealize
Rises spooks of every size

My favorite of. . .

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 00:31:31 GMT

Andrews Fake Facts:

Contrary to contemporary mythology, the sound we perceive as thunder is actually a shockwave caused by the rapid heating and cooling of the air immediately surrounding a channel of lightning that strikes as a result of accumulated friction between the carpet in Heaven and God moving His furniture. Duh.

Seventy-five percent of the surface area of myspace.com profile pages is personality quiz results. The other 25% is pictures of people in their bathrooms. I wish people would just write, "I'm vain and I hang out in my bathroom all the time." It would save a lot of bandwidth.

In the Old West, outlaws only followed one rule: kill or be killed. But horses followed a different rule: carrots are for me. Carrots were completely without rules.

Decomposing has proven to be the most effective means of weight loss. That, and amputation. Screw dieting - grab a saw and a bag of maggots.

If you're in prison, just pretend you're at a lock-in. That way, you'll be really excited when it goes on for years.

In In hindsight, it was probably a good thing that Mary and Joseph couldn't find a room at the inn. Considering how disgusting and germ-ridden today's motel rooms are, it's easy to imagine that a public sleeping surface in the ancient Middle East was even more craptastic than the manger where they ended up. Anyway, if they were so gung ho about this room-at-the-inn thing, Joe should've called ahead. I mean, when you're booked, you're booked. You can't "mother-of-God" you're way around "booked."

A plane is determined by three non-colinear points. A pilot is determined to get to Burbank, so he can drink Bloody Marys in the hotel lobby all weekend and have sex with a legal assistant he met last year at T.G.I. Friday's. And THAT is why they don't talk about pilots in math class.

In the popular children's books, the housekeeper-character Amelia Bedelia always ruined everything, but then never got fired, because at the end of the story she would bake a lemon meringue pie. Not in my house. Can't follow simple instructions? Everything's a goddamn pun with you? My drapes are ruined? Pack your shit and get out. Peace. Don't forget your pie.

The easiest way to time-travel is to go into a coma

At the first Thanksgiving, the Native Americans gave the pilgrims pumpkins, corn, squash, turkeys, maize, and a cornucopia of fruits. They also taught them how to plant crops in the arable land and stay warm in the cold months. "'Thanks' for 'giving' us all this cool crap," said a man with buckles on his shoes, as he breathed smallpox in their faces. And that's why today, "Thanksgiving" is synonymous with "sweet deal."

Halloween was originally a Pagan holiday. And this year it's on a Sunday. So enjoy dressing up, America! Just remember that God will be watching you. Good luck not burning in hell! Trick-or-Treat!

Paris Hilton goes "number two" just like the rest of us. It's just that daisies, brand-new 100-dollar bills, and really upbeat fortune-cookie fortunes come out.

In 2004, Yo-Yo Ma was awarded the highest honor available to a living musician. At an international tribunal in Munich, the cello (his hallmark instrument) was officially renamed "Yo-Yo's Bitch." Accordingly, cellists are now referred to as "bitchists." Please change your dictionary

If Jared Fogle gains that weight back, Subway will assassinate him.

Contrary to what the medical community would have you believe, Vitamins F-Z do exist in secret laboratories. They are just too powerfully nutritional for public consumption. We're not ready. At least not yet.

Most bears hibernate because they're depressed at how much weight they gained in the fall

The average lifespan for a puppy is 8 months. Then it turns into a dog.

Much to the disappointment of legend seekers, after exhaustive study, footage of the "Loch Ness Monster" has been proven to be no more than embellished footage of large pieces of driftwood. The driftwood can talk and swim though, And it works for Nessie. And it spies on fishermen and reports back to the dinosaur's secret underwater cave. And then Nessie laughs and laughs and pats the driftwood on the head. And maybe she feeds it. Like mud or something. Christ, I don't know what animate driftwood eats - get off my back.

You can find more cells in a newborn baby's pinkie finger than copies of the U.S. Constitution in the entire adult human body. 71. Electricity doesn't care who you are - it will shock the crap out of you.

If Nelly were at a party on the surface of the sun, he wouldn't have to tell people to take off all their clothes, because their clothes would just burn right off. Actually, they would all die and turn into gases on the way to the party. Okay, the more that I think about it, while at first, attending a "Hot in Hurr" party at the "Hottest Spot in the Solar System" seemed like a really awesome idea, I think I'm going to have to RSVP in the negative. I mean, Christ.

Contrary to popular delusion, living in the fiefdoms of marshmallow cereals is not all it's cracked up to be. Subjects immerse themselves in the whiskey-soaked world of Irish folklore, chasing rainbows and leprechauns, hunting for jewels instead of jobs. But what are they running from? Perhaps it's the very real prospect of being nocturnally molested by the power-lusting tyrant Count Chocula, of being mounted in their sleep and having chocolate sucked from their necks. Or perhaps it's the guilt that gnaws at their hypocritical guts as they preach abstinence to that poor silly rabbit-bastard, denying him his "Trix," all the while promiscuously gorging themselves on melty marshmallows.

North Korea’s government-sponsored space program has plans to launch a probe in late 2005, and a manned craft by 2010, to explore their final frontier: All the Shit Outside of Their Country.

Abraham Lincoln totally should have done a sweet-ass move on John Wilkes Booth and like shot him instead.

If you took all the blood vessels in the human body and stretched them out, it would be disgusting.

Santa Claus does exist. He works at Wal-Mart in the back and they pay him with chocolate

Neither Yanni, nor Michael Bolton believes the other exists

By the age of five, Louie Armstrong had collected more than 60,000 different types of rocks. And he ate live animals.

The Sesame Street character Big Bird is actually played by a huge, yellow, anthropomorphic, sentient bird-creature of unknown origin, who is capable of speech, compassion, and problem-solving. So naturally, parents allow their children to spend time alone with him on a city street. Unbelievable.

Trees were started as a joke by a Korean farmer in the early 1920’s and now they grow all over the world. Looks like the tables have turned, eh Korea?

There have been more deaths in the state of Wyoming since 1970 than everywhere else in the world combined, since the beginning of time.

Between 1967 and 1989, Rand McNally mistakenly omitted the Pacific Ocean from every edition of their World Map. Consequently, thousands of Californians drowned trying to walk to Japan.

Ironically, if you pour cough syrup into your lungs, your cough will actually get worse.

On a good day, a full-grown, active, red-breasted robin can excrete up to 40,000 pounds of birdseed, five cocker spaniels, four books of postage stamps, thirty-seven Samurai swords, my tool box, two miles of telephone cable, and nine identical full-grown, active, red-breasted robins. And some bird crap too.

Ancient Phoenicians believed that accidentally ingesting sand really sucked.

Song

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 09:37:03 GMT

doodeeedooo.....
im bored.

Oh, my love, my darling,
I hunger for your touch,
Alone. Lonely time.
And time goes by, so slowly,
And time can do so much,
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
God speeds your love to me.

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea,
To the open arms of the sea.
Lonely rivers sigh, wait for me, wait for me,
I'll be coming home, wait for me.

Oh, my love, my darling,
I hunger, hunger!, for your love,
For love. Lonely time.
And time goes by, so slowly,
And time can do so much,
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
God speeds your love to me.

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