well, the concert was absolutely amazing. i am covered in brusies, can't really think straight and i'm trying very hard to forget the feeling of being pushed into large sweaty people w/o shirts. and my left eye's being kinda twitchy. but it's all good. all the bands were really great. just seeing my mom in the middle of a mosh was worth it. even if we did loose our spots at the front to go and get water... haha just for those who didn't know this, here's a band list. they added a band to start the show too...
Neverset
Seether
Breaking Benjamin
Three Days Grace
if you don't know them (which you most likely do), check them out *sigh* i have to go, i have things to do... (arent you curious?) i think i can... O YES! I CAN! here's a couple videos from the concert! enjoy
nvm i'll upload later
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
hm...
so... not much going on. i guess i could talk about the car "incident," but i'm sure by now that all people who read my blog know by now. ask if you don't a guess. um, yea. we finished romeo and juliet last week. that was pretty special. i actually enjoyed watching it, hidden meanings and all. yeah, you know what i mean. i've spent quite a bit of time lately watching comedy acts on VOD. can i just say that EVERYTHING GETS DIRTY. its terrible. i've thought about stopping but... hehe, don't think like that (mel, kait), i fast-forward. there are also alot of concerts coming up that i'm hoping i will get to attend. the tickets that we have already purchesed for the TDG concert are housed in my mom's underwear drawer for the time being. that's one place brandi won't look. my cousins are in town (i still don't quite know why) and we rented some movies last night (across the universe + american gangster). we watched across the universe until 1135 last night. i wasn't tired at all. but you do tend to notice how long a movie is when you have to pee half way through. i didn't get up tho, i didn't want to miss anything. plus i was looking for Bono the whole time.
well, i'm gunna go and most likely play sims. maybe i could get someone to take me to plato's closet, even though i have no money. :D
xoxo [.liss.]
p.s. i am sad to mention that the posse are attending a funeral right now. sam's grandma passed away. keep them in your thoughts!
well, i'm gunna go and most likely play sims. maybe i could get someone to take me to plato's closet, even though i have no money. :D
xoxo [.liss.]
p.s. i am sad to mention that the posse are attending a funeral right now. sam's grandma passed away. keep them in your thoughts!
Song of the Week
last one i swear... i can't resist this one
The Kill
30 Seconds to Mars
A Beautiful Lie
What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you (from you)
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.
Ah, ah
Oh, oh
Ah, ah
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
(You say you wanted more)
What if I wanted to break...?
(What are you waiting for?)
Bury me, bury me
(I'm not running from you)
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me
hm... seems shorter then it used to


[just for your entertainment]
The Kill
30 Seconds to Mars
A Beautiful Lie
What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do? (Oh, oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you (from you)
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance.
I know now, this is who I really am.
Ah, ah
Oh, oh
Ah, ah
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
Come break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
Break me down (bury me, bury me)
(You say you wanted more)
What if I wanted to break...?
(What are you waiting for?)
Bury me, bury me
(I'm not running from you)
What if I
What if I
What if I
What if I
Bury me, bury me
hm... seems shorter then it used to
[just for your entertainment]
Song of the Week
Williamsburg
Armor for Sleep
Smile for Them
Hold your own jacket please
I'm not in the mood
Millions of trains under the ground
This city was the blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg
Bored again
Watching the rats
Eat all your food
At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be soon
This city was the blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg
Do you know how obvious you are?
You were born in New Hampshire
but you say you're from the O.C.
Brooklyn's a death bed
For clones of the same kid
Stuck in the party
That was lame to begin with
Yeah, yeah lame to begin with
At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be
This city was the blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg
You will all die
Armor for Sleep
Smile for Them
Hold your own jacket please
I'm not in the mood
Millions of trains under the ground
This city was the blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg
Bored again
Watching the rats
Eat all your food
At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be soon
This city was the blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg
Do you know how obvious you are?
You were born in New Hampshire
but you say you're from the O.C.
Brooklyn's a death bed
For clones of the same kid
Stuck in the party
That was lame to begin with
Yeah, yeah lame to begin with
At least you'll be used to
The place you'll be
This city was the blueprint for hell
Passed out, sleeping at your party
Dream of leaving in the morning
You will all die in Williamsburg
Too hip to even clean your nose out
Your grave is pulling at your pants now
You will all die in Williamsburg
You will all die
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navigating around the school hallways and seeing the people walk by, i look into their faces. i notice their hair color, whether they wear glasses, what color eyes they have, who they walk with... its corny, but i try to look past all of that, too. once and awhile its nice for someone as shy as me to pass another person in the hall, a complete stranger no less, who dares to make eye contact and sends my heart into flutters. i can't help thinking, "that person saw me." but its not really the act of "seeing" itself, its more the act of "searching," that means most to me. i feel lost. i feel disposable; a picture frame that gets a scratch across the glass and is thrown away, just to be replaced. i don't really have a problem with that, i don't feel like i need to be pitied or ... that i need to seek attention. its the replacement that bothers me. i want to offer something that no one else can, i just haven't found that thing yet. this is just the ramblings of a high school no one who likes to watch rather then do. i like to think of myself as rather quiet, yet excitable and fun to be around. but there's always that underlying feeling of unease and awkwardness, that i've only been able to overcome a few times in my life. i don't want to change who i am. i don't want others to pretend to see in me what they don't. i want people to see the bad side of me, and spend the time searching for the good. i look for the best in others, and often times face the flaws in myself. welcome to my public diary...

