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oops.
that is all.
http://www.mtv.ca/superfan/
oh man. go look at the paramore boy.
"First and most importantly, Paramore is pretty much the most legit band going right now."
"And I must say I was a little bit inspired by Hayley and her signature mullet-like hairstyle."
and
fgahgljahglgh.
that's all.
- Mood:
awake
- Music:London's Mine - White Rose Moment
lmao.
i know no one on my flist cares about tokio hotel, but omg lol.
don't ask why i was googling this, but look at this site i found.
http://scenestyles.blogspot.com/2008/08/h
and which "girl" i found under 'hot myspace scene girls'.
why bill, you've grown a vagina i see!
- Mood:
amused
- Music:My Worst Nightmare - Forever the Sickest Kids
HELL YES.
DEUTSCH. DEUTSCH. DEUTSCH.
hold on germany, not much time left.
- Mood:
disappointed
YES BALLACK.
DEUTSCHLAND DREI | PORTUGAL EINS
- Mood:
happy
Concert was fucking amazing. The venue was loads smaller than I'd pictured it but the people still tried to fucking kill me.
- Mood:
So, I finally was able to watch one of the Die Wilden Kerle movies. For any of you in Germany, Austria or happen to know what these movies are, don't judge me. I've been wanting to see them since I was like twelve and randonly discovered them. Unfortunately, at the time I knew absolutely no German and therefore could not even navigate the sites devoted to them. So I gave up and they were again, randomly, rediscovered about a year and a half ago. Still, I knew very little German, but I had more patience. And now that I actually know some German, I FOUND one of them on youtube. Oh yes. It was completely in German with absolutely no subtitles and it was number three, but totally watched it none the less.
And understood a good portion of it.
So, yeah. It was awesome. Amusing because I didn't understand like any of the 'witty banter' or 'snide insults' but hey, I still quite enjoyed it. I was confused as to why Leon and Vanessa weren't speaking and why die Kerle was all split up, but obviously I haven't seen number one or two. That would have helped.
Anyway. I'm just pleased. Immensely pleased. And if I can figure out how the fuck you download the Veoh tv thing, I can download number two. And my sister found number four on a torrent. AND I WILL BE IMPROVING MY GERMAN YAY ME. Ahem.
On another note, I shall be going to see Tokio Hotel this Friday. Hoorah for random overload of German.
And on another related note, if anyone happens to know where I can watch these movies online/download them, do tell. Help me out. Share the German language with a German-wannabe.
That is all.
- Location:Alles Ist Gut - Bananafishbones
- Mood:
giddy
I read over the lyrics and thought 'hey, these are better than i thought'. No crazy metaphors like "these watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater" (which i wanted to use so badly) but it'll work. The lyrics actually have some meaning anyway.
( Lyrics )
I'm even nice and saved your fpage by using a cut.
- Mood:
sick
- Music:Walking - October Fall
Thus... I'm asking you LJ friends, to help me out? Any lyrics you think are fantastic? Do share the song and artist. I think we're going to have to like look at the literary devices/poetry/format/meaning and shit so if they will be easy for any of those categories, that would be great too.
I don't even care if you post serious ones or lulzy ones. I mean, I've been half-heartedly considering one of the Pretty.Odd. songs if only because they'll be easy to analyse. I like them, I just don't think they're the best.
So, any help would appreciated. :]
- Mood:
BRENDON BEING SPAZZY.
RYAN AND JON GRINNING LIKE IDIOTS.
HIGH FIVES ALL ROUND.
Author: Me!
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing.
Pairing: Ryden (Ryan/Brendon) with faint Joncer (Jon/Spencer)
POV: Third person omniscient
Summary: “Exactly, tomorrow’s Halloween and we’re playing! We need to do something; dress up differently, or... or just anything!”
What happens when Panic at the Disco decide to dress up for Halloween? Crack fic ensues.
Disclaimer I don’t own anything you recognise. Not any of the boys, nor the stores mentioned, nor the song at the end that’s also mentioned. Sadly.
Author Notes: Uh yeah, crack-fic. There’s no real point to this other than the fact that the idea came to me twenty minutes before I had to go to work. The first half was written then, and I just finished it in a hurry. I have nothing really to warn you about except diva-fits and randomness.
( Read more... )
- Location:My chair.
- Mood:
surprised
- Music:Blya Budu - Scrash
What else... well, I'm quite excited for my Panic deluxe-edition album. Hopefully that'll come on the twenty-fifth or at least only a few days after... stupid US not being a part of Canada. Or whatever. I'm quite looking forward to this DVD; I'm eager to scour it for any hints of possible slashiness/fucking-between-band-members.
Oh, and Scream comes out on the twenty-fifth too. I kind of wish I hadn't told my sister to get me it for my birthday... because I wanted to actually go and buy it myself. Oh well. I can treat myself to another cd that day in its and Panic's honour. xD
S'all for now.
- Music:Des Rails - Zazie
Well, now that's it's been three months or so, perhaps we're due for another pointless blogging session. I actually do enjoy these, and considered writing stuff on multiple occasions, but have never bothered to actually follow through with it. I mean, usually these random bursts of inspiration come when I'm getting ready for bed, or laying in bed, when my computer had already been shut down. It doesn't take long to turn back on... but that's obviously not the point. I'm just too lazy to actually sit and type out what it was I was thinking about a few seconds ago.
So, today's topic? There really isn't one. We've got a shitload of pointless things to declare. So... maybe I'll just make a list sort of thing. That sounds fun...
- Cool. That took about five minutes to figure out. Now we'll move onto the points...
- Tokio Hotel concert! Yes, that's right fuckers. I'm going to see the boys in concert, and I'm not flying to Europe either. Confused? Well, you ought to be. They're coming to Canada, Toronto more specifically on February 10th, and I have tickets. Oh, and pssst. They're coming to Canada before the US. How's that for a change?
- End of semester one! And exams for it too. I don't have my marks yet, but I think that they're all above 88%. Actually, they're all above 90% except for Science. That one may or may not have gone up to a 90, but I somehow doubt it. Either way, my History will probably be around 95 - 97, my German around 97 - 99, and my Civics around 90 - 95. I'm not really sure exactly what they'll be... but 90% average here I come.
- Driving soon! Yeah. I'm not looking forward to that. Not at all really... I still have one and a half months until my sixteenth birthday, but I have to read the stupid handbook before then. And then go for the whole lessons thing some time in April... joy oh joy.
- A job! I've actually had this since November. Probably since like a day or two after I last posted. I work at Dairy Queen. Yes, you may laugh, because frankly I don't really care. It's pretty fun, since the people there are amazing. And I'm actually getting the hang of it. I can make a pretty fine curl.
- New computer! His name is Hans and I got him for Christmas. He owns my arse and is fantastic. He's actually fast, doesn't randomly shut down, and most importantly, doesn't make me break out into fits of uncontrollable rage. Unlike Mr. Vladamir (the old computer).
And I think that's all. For now, and today anyway. Perhaps I'll post some random shit later.
- Mood:
calm
- Music:Gegen Meinen Willen - Tokio Hotel
Sure, we have a right to be pissed off, but why do we have to feel so... so fake after it? When we reprimand the person for announcing the mistake (that you admitted) in such a surprised manner, why do we feel guilty after? It's them who is at fault, right? It's not us, who willingly admit to our mistakes, who took action because they felt slighted and mistreated, who are to blame, right?
I really thought I strongly disliked this girl. I really really thought I did. Or, maybe it was the fact that I announced it whenever the moment arose. Maybe I actually convinced myself (and others) into believing something that below the surface, wasn't actually true. Why should I dislike her for her annoyance last year? Am I that unforgiving and judgemental that I can't move on, that I feel the need to tell everyone else "Oh, I hate/dislike her so much" to make myself feel better or--I don't even know what? Why do I do that? I'm fake. I tell everyone that I'm not. I tell that I'm not like all the sluts, posers and idiots at my school that care about everything. I tell them I don't care what I look like, I tell them I don't care who dislikes me, I tell them I don't care what my fucking science mark is. The last two? Mostly lies.
It's true that I don't really give a fuck about what I wear; why should I? Most of my clothes aren't very nice and my father's not about to spend that much for me to go get clothes I don't even like. But people dislking me? There's certain people I really just don't care about, and actually, that goes for most people. The trouble is, it's not the specific people that bother me--it's the general idea. And that, see, that sounds shallow. Like I don't want people to dislike/hate me when it's bound to happen. I just... I just can't seem to wrap my mind around the concept of people truly hating me. I can't be that bad right? And that's the issue. That if people are hating/dislking me, there's something wrong. Something that, conceivably, I should be able to fix... right?
But I don't want to fix anything about me. Well, personality/spirituality/mentality anyway. I like myself! I like that I'm an independant person, that I can speak my mind, and that I actually do well in school. I like all that and my sarcasm, immaturity and hidden imagination. I don't want to change any of that, so why does the concept/idea of dislike or hatred towards myself bother me so much? There's not even anyone I know who really feels a strong dislike or hatred towards me!
It sort of all comes back to the mistake thing. I admit my mistakes. Grudgingly occasionally, but depending on their size, a fair portion of them are admitted willingly. What I can't understand is peoples' need to jump on me when I do. The icident that spurned all this... I really can't get over it. I've even apologised for my slight over-reaction, and the other person apologised for jumping on me. But my mind is reeling about it all. Essentially I made a minor error in an assignment in a class I currently have a 99% in. Someone questioned me about my answer, we worked out that they were right, I accepted it and prepared to move onto the next question. Another person steps in however and immediately says a few words I cannot, cannot stand to hear spoken in such a manner: "-gasp- Gina was wrong?!"
I, brashly admittedly, retaliated immediately and harshly with, "You know what? Shut up and fuck you. So what if I was wrong, -mutters- God-forbid!" The others went back to work when I stared at my paper, actually fighting back fucking tears. Tears! My other friend noticed later after the 'person' mouthed an apology to me, and asked if I was all right. I said yes. I wasn't. I was already feeling guilty. But as soon as I left the room at the end of the day, the first, first thing I told my friend was how I "So wickedly told 'the person' off for being an asshole". And I told another friend. And after I'd told those three friends, I felt even more like shit.
I say stupid shit to people all the time. I tell them to go away, I tell them 'Uh, no.', I tell them to shut up, I tell them they're dumb. And I don't usually feel bad because I guess usually I have a reason to dislike the person. But this time? This time I'd gone a bit over-board, and although I always say I hate her, I really don't. She's not as bad as last year, and when she sent me another apology through Facebook later, I tried to clear my conscience by replying back that it was allright, and that I'd definitely over-reacted. I guess it sort of worked.
Now I've just got all these thoughts about being fake. I've only recently been able to come out of some fake-ways I was... "in" before. And I'm proud of myself for that, since they haven't always been easy. This I guess is just another one to tackle, hoping of course, that people learn that everyone makes mistakes--no matter their grade.
- Mood:
confused
- Music:Guts - The Higher
I frankly just do not see the point. And it's killing me because I don't understand shit. And there's so much to bloody remember and my teacher? An amazing guy, but frankly, he doesn't teach very well. Or at least not in a way that makes me understand. I wouldn't even care about this test if my mark was already as high as I'd like it to be--in the nineties. But since it's not, it's bothering and freaking me out. If I don't do well on this test, it's going to be pretty damned difficult to bring my mark up later with only two, possibly three, units (and therefore unit tests) left.
So yeah, this Tuesday... first thing in the morning I'm going to freak out. And when the test is as insanely hard as I think it's going to be, it's going to ruin my whole fucking day. In other news, civics sucks.
- Location:My chair
- Mood:
frustrated
- Music:Guts - The Higher
- Mood:
artistic
- Music:Fences - Paramore
Yeah, so I know I literally like just posted an entry, but I was browsing through my old Notepad files, and found this. Ahaha. I actually remember writing this out of boredom, but dude, I hadn't read it for ages. It's so incredibly pointless, and like not even remotely funny that I don't know why I ever (or at the moment for that matter) thought otherwise. So without furth ado, I present to you...
- Mood:
- Music:Blya Budu - Scrash
- Mood:sarcastic
- Music:Totgeliebt - Tokio Hotel
