||[27 Dec 2004|12:07am]
Something I realized is I have many friends on Livejournal, but not alot of people comment...
Alot of things have happened...
I have a new livejournal...
Comment here to let me know if you following me there, everyone is welcome ofcourse...
My new journal name is bloodcandy
I will add anyone who adds me first, or comments.
||[26 Dec 2004|08:17pm]
you now how every girl has a rival...a girl they bitch about, and can hate...
I thought I was in love with mine...
||[25 Dec 2004|04:59pm]
Stolen from Amber [ dancinglemon ]
I have kissed someone...
on the cheek.
on the lips.
on their hands or fingers.
in my room.
in their room.
of the same sex.
of the opposite sex.
younger than me.
older than me.
with jet black hair.
with curly hair.
with blonde hair & blue eyes.
with flaming red hair.
with straight hair.
smaller/shorter than me.
bigger/taller than me.
with a lip ring.
who was drunk.
who was high.
who I had just met.
who was homosexual.
who I didn't really want to kiss.
on a holiday.
who was going out with someone else.
who was going out with someone close to me.
who was my good friend's brother or sister.
who had been/is in jail.
in a graveyard.
at a show/concert.
at the beach.
in a pool, jacuzzi, or some type of water
who was legally too young/old for me to have sex with.
with dyed hair.
with a shaved head.
who was/is my good friend.
who was/is in a band.
who has tattoos.
who is of a completely different race than me.
in the rain.
in another continent besides where I was born.
with an accent.
with an std.
on a boat.
in a car/taxi/bus.
on a plane.
at the circus/carnival.
with a missing body part.
in the movies.
Oh... by the way...
Time to dance naked around la fire... Wo0t.
I got alots a' new artifacts for christmas, amongst a new computer, new cell phone, new Vinyl Trench coat, A DIGITAL CAMERA!!!, a sock monkey, ANOTHER un-vinyl trench coat, Gwen stefani's CD, the works.
|Jay Gordon makes me squeal.
||[24 Dec 2004|08:04pm]
I need Naked interaction.
A festival would do this kitty-kitty some good right about now...
So... I went to La Mall today with Denu and Monica... Saw Tim and "Lauren" there, but only breifly...
I was walking into Gamestop when I quite literally ran right into some stranger, with a stocky build and long brown hair... I second looked him, and realized IT WAS KRYS!!!
My dearest pagan friend from ever so long ago, who ended up Falling in love with one of my very close friends, Kelsey...
hehe. I was like "O.O"
I dont think he reconized me though, So I was like "Hey you!"
We talked for a little bit, just seeing how Kels and everything was, and how Summerland was doing...
Stephanie and I talked today... ::grumble::
Shes still into the whole "YOUBIGBADLIAR!!!!!!" kick, and acuses me of talking behind her back, still...
I don't think about Stephanie religiously, Nor do I talk to her in a incrediously Friendly way... Why the hell would I find the need to talk shit about her? I mean, seriously.
I WANT MY HAIR FALLS, APRIL-FACE. <333
How'd Zimmy go?
I need to talk to Kire.
||[23 Dec 2004|01:36pm]
In the hush of the gloaming
As the young sleep without a care
Dark lovers greet the cool night sky
And drink of the liquid air
The time has come for the eternal young
To leave the still of the earth
And rush through the night
In their nocturnal flight
Wild beneath the midnight sun
Those who have tasted it satiates
It's an experience you won't want to miss
So cast out your fears, they're ever near
So much can change with a single kiss
They come on wings of black kid leather
Anaemia adds haste to the flight
The sky is alive with anticipation
Another soul will join them tonight
With one fatal kiss of exquisite bliss
Your body is left pale in the wake
But the vampyre catalepsy is brief
And pretty soon you'll join the feast of blood
I'm having a very in depth conversation with Veronica, something I haven't done since many moons ago.
I miss her dearly.
She was such a intresting person.
Someone who made me feel so much less alone.
||[23 Dec 2004|12:36pm]
I have my internet back at my Mummy's house...
But I am currently at my Daddy's. ::frown::
1. I get presents.
2. I get to see HAYLIEE.
3. I get to meet Tareq.
4. Its going to be cold.
5. I get to make my beloved happy with totally cool presents, I've yet to buy!!
Which reminds me, Today is Mine and Tim's A year and FOUR month annaversiarie!!
Chika Chika Ah.
I had to work yesterday, which sucked, though Tim came to visit me...
I HAVE THIS GIGANTIC BLISTERY THING ON MY NOSE....
and its huge.
and hurting something terrible.
My dad asked me what I wanted for christmas...
I said a Trip to London, and Daniel Radcliffe.
I watching "King Arthur, the director's cut" last night.
OH MY GOD.
The scene's they didn't show in theatres...
Definately puts Braveheart in a run for the moola.
|"Did I stand ashore and watch you as you drowned?"
||[17 Dec 2004|12:37am]
Incase some were wondering were I've disapeared to the last few days...
I was grounded.
As matter of fact, I think I might still be grounded, but OHWELL.
The last couple of days have been pretty horrible...Just long, and cold, and never-ending.
Tim and I have been having Minor problems here and there, so I went over to Kyle's house for a little bit, to get things of my mind, and be amongst friends...
We called Terrek!!
Terrek Makes me happy <3 hes so cool.
Terrek H. Alhamed:: This really cool arabian kid who grew up with Kyle but still lives in Texas... They still talk alot, and I've talked to Terrek A couple of times for long periods on the phone. hes a really sweet guy.
I <3 Teh Terrek.
Terrek is coming down to FL from Texas on like, the 24th...
But hes going to Tampa. ::frowns::
Miss Lydia and Kyle are going to drive up there to see him, and I MUST Meet Terrek, So I'm going to try and sweet talk my way into a ride up there with Miss Lydia...Tehe.
I think Terrek is coming down to Naples for a while and stay with Kyle, which is totally just like, 5 minutes from my house, and Mister Terrek the completely cool arabian kid could come hang out at my house.
Midterms are over.
Woo and hoo.
Tomarrows Half day...
LAST DAY OF SCHOOL.
"Why do I feel that I carry a Sword through a battle field?"
Anyone who finds themself in need of Talking to me, My Screename is :::
ADD MEE, Niggahs.
Godhead::"You make me feel so dead"
Assemblage 23::"Let me be your armour"
Metallica::"Nothing Else Matters"
I miss my Tim so much.
I love him.
I want to tell him how much I love him.
But he won't listen...
"Did I disapoint you?"
"Did I let you down...?"
||[13 Dec 2004|10:31am]
My stepdad was gonna drive me to school today, and I got myself all Prettied up and stuff...
And I guess I took to long, because when I went out to get in the car... the car wasn't there.
And my BEAUTIFUL stepfather left me a note that said "Vainity Kills."
I thought that was funny.
Minus the fact that I'm missing my first day of Midterms.
( Ca-l0n3 y0ur L0v3r...Collapse )
|We dont need no education...
||[12 Dec 2004|06:09pm]
I'm getting fat.
Today I was supposed to babysit for my aunt, but guess what? I FORGOT!
So I'm probley going to get bitched at next time I see her, which is fine, because I barely EVER see her.
Pink Floyd reminds Me Of BenjerrMin.... <3
Oh, speaking of Mr.McCoy, I saw him in Walmart today, which was cool...
I was standing next to some kid in the videogame section (Checkin' out prices on the DDR Game... WOOOO!) and I was thinking "Gee...that kid looks a whole lot like Ben."
And he turned around and I was like "Woah."
and hes like "Hi."
and I'm like "Hey!"
and so on so forth.
Some old German ladie thought he worked there, and was asking him about games and what not, and OFCOURSE he knew the answers anyways, because hes that much of a LOOSER.
Thannn.... We went to Bells Outlet, which is always cool..
I got some pretty cool Shimmery Silvery purple lipstick stuff...And some sparkley Red nail polish stuff.
MY CURRENT PLAYLIST::
Pink Floyd:: "Another Brick In The Wall"
Sex Pistols::"Punk RawK Christmas"
T.A.T.U::"Nas Ne Dogonyat"
Trippy Disney Shit::"Oompa Loompa"
Switchblade Symphony::"gutter glitter"
Nine Inch Nails::"Starfuckers, inc."
KMFDM::"These Boots are Made for Walking"
HEY, TEACHER. Leave these Kids alone!!
|Whats going On?
||[11 Dec 2004|02:41am]
Well, today was a fairly okay day...
Anjelica hates me, because I posess Subway!
She thinkith my a hor.
Well.....Love you too, bitch.
Incase anyone was wondering, I'm still incrediously upset about the death Of Dimebag Darrell, but what can I do? What can any of us do, besides wail to the words of Pantera, and mourn over his death.
The school dance was tonight, and ofcourse... Me and Anjelica Stayed home, because we's be real cool bitches. We don't need no ruddy Dance! keep your fake snow flakes, and teen hormones!
Okay, so We didn't have dates. ::Frowns::
I wouldn't have wanted A date anyways, Since It wouldn't have Been my Tim.
And so i wake in the morning, and i step outside... and i take a deep breath, and get real high...
And scream at the top of my lungs:
Hey... Hey... Whats going on?
||[09 Dec 2004|03:12pm]
Everything I've ever wanted to be musically has been inspired by you.
Words cannot even begin to explain the way that your fans, Myself being amongst them, Are suffering.
The motherfuckers god damn lucky The cop killed him first.
I love you, and I miss you...
And if it means anything, your my favorite dead person.
Cant someone bring him back?
Rest In Fucking Peace, Dimebag.
You fucking rock.
I don't think I've ever heard him cry for someone other than me.
||[09 Dec 2004|08:09am]
Much Loved Guitarist for Damageplan and Pantera
1966 - 2004
May He Rest In Peace
Dimebag Darrell, Three Others Killed In Ohio Concert Shooting
Dimebag Darrell, guitarist for Damageplan and Pantera, was killed during a shooting spree at a Columbus, Ohio, nightclub Wednesday night. He was 38.
Darrell, real name Darrell Abbott, was among the five dead in the incident, including the as-yet-unnamed shooter and two fans, Nathan Bray and Erin Halk, according to Columbus Police public information officer Sherry Mercurio.
Damageplan had just begun their first song in front of several hundred at Alrosa Villa when the gunman jumped onstage, made a comment about Pantera's breakup, and began firing at close range into Darrell's body, shooting him several times before opening fire on the crowd.
Mercurio said an officer in the vicinity heard the call of shots fired shortly after 10 p.m., snuck in the back door of the venue and confronted the gunman onstage. When the officer took the stage, he observed one victim and the gunman holding a hostage by the neck. The officer opened fire on the male suspect, whose name has not been released pending notification of next of kin. Mercurio said the fifth victim's name and those of the two wounded have also not yet been released. Several reports stated that the club had no metal detector, though Mercurio could not confirm that at press time and a club spokesperson could not be reached.
If the officer hadn't acted when he did and how he did, we'd probably be looking at more dead, because this guy was actively shooting, said public information officer Sergeant Brent Mull. Following the incident, police took more than 200 patrons onto three city-donated buses to interview them about the shooting.
The ones that were inside and witnessed this ran for their lives and were in fear for their lives, Hull said. They are victims too, and we want to take care of them.
As news of Dimebag's tragic demise rippled through the metal community, the news was met with shock and sadness.
I'm speechless, former Rob Zombie/ Ozzy Osbourne bassist Rob Blasko Nicholson said. This is totally unreal. Dimebag is a f---ing legend and this is total bullsh--. Damageplan also features Dimebag's brother, former Pantera drummer Vinnie Paul; singer Patrick Lachman and bassist Bob Zilla.
This is insane and this is beyond travesty, Killswitch Engage frontman and former Damageplan tour partner Howard Jones said. This is beyond anything I've ever heard. This shouldn't happen in or outside of the rock and metal community. He will be missed and mourned as a person, as a musician, and as a friend.
I just wanted to give a big astounding
To The motherfucker who did this.
Am I the Only one actually crying now?
Dimebag is a fucking ledgend. All the time that people get so emotional when a celebratie dies, I would always laugh at them.
Now I know how they feel.
Dimebag was a god.
I don't know how Tim is going to take this.
|Friends Only!..... Lying.
||[08 Dec 2004|10:47pm]
Yeah, so I made this really cute Friends Only banner.
The only problem is, I'm not going to make my journal friends only, because it gets annoying, having to sign in everytime I want to read my comments.
But its Cute atleast!
Nothing special happened today...
Yet again I didn't get to see Tim.
Though One of my friends, Natahlie had a seizure in school today, in the hall.
It was really scary.
Like Ragen from the exorsist.
School dance on Friday.
I WANT TO GO!!
Damn the fact that people don't find me cool enough to ask me to a dance.
Good song, Good song.
||[08 Dec 2004|12:41am]
|| Misses her Sir.
I went home from school earlie today, Because apperently I'm bleeding Enternally.
I always thought that was something deadly, to bleed enternally... but The doctors pretty much said my Respatory system is so messed up, there really no way around it.
How Did This Start?
All weekend while at my Fathers, I have been having HORRIBLE nose bleeds, though its not something to suprise me... I have a vesel in my nose that is to close to the surface, so I used to bleed all the time as a child.
The nose bleeds stopped when I got home on Sunday afternoon...
I went to bed, and feel asleep instantly that night, but was awaken around 3 or so in the morning, with a horrifying stomach ache... Well, I also awoke to find I was drowning in my own Blood.
I cleaned up, the bleeding seemed to have stopped and fell back asleep...
This morning I was reading my book and I opened my mouth to yawn, and Instead a great wave of very thick, almost chunky blood Poured out of my mouth, making me splatter some people... which ofcourse, made me laugh... causing me to Splatter even more, for by then it was coming out of my nose AND my mouth.
I couldn't breathe.
The Teacher sent me to the clinic, and I called home, went home, Bleed prefusely like that from both the mouth and the nose for about 2 hours, and soon stopped...
I started again around 4...
But it seems to have stopped yet again.
I hate hate hate being sick.
I want nothing more than to be able to see my beloved Tim's face right now.
I miss him so much.
Type O Negative Style.
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
Those loved have long since gone
The stocking are hung but who cares
preserved for those no longer there
six feet beneath me sleep
Black lights hang from the tree
accents of dead holly
(It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghost
(I'm drinking old)
Red water chase them away
My tables been set for but seven
just last year i dined with eleven
goddamn ye merry gentlemen
(It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts
(I'm drinking old)
Red water chase them away....
|Shes inlove with herself...
||[06 Dec 2004|06:41pm]
I had a dream last night...
There were candles...Candles everywhere, on anything that would stand still long enough,
Casting a haunting shadow across the silk black sheets....
Rose petals thick in the air, mysterically floating down on him.
He was laying in the Rose splattered iron framed bed...
"Love you To Death" playing somewhere in the background of the vampiric scene...
He sipped from his dragonclawed chalace, A little drip of Red wine lingering on his lips...
It was Peter Steele. SO I FUCKED HIM!!!
yeah, it was a pretty good dream. ::devilish grin::
Today was a okay day, nothing speical.
I'm just happy to be back in my own room, back with my own computer.
::huggs the computer screen::
Let Me Love You....Too Death.
Am I good enough?
Oh.....the following, please Let me know what you would like for christmas::
||[05 Dec 2004|08:08pm]
I didn't even get to see Tim on his fucking birthday.
Do you have any idea how Incrediously Put out I am now?
I could just die.
As you all know I am at my fathers this weekend, and I clearly made it known to him that Saturday was Tim's birthday, and I was going to see him no matter what.
He said that was fine, and he had no problem driving me over there. Well...Friday came and went okay, my mothers MS Acted up, and she was rushed to the hospital...
So I stayed and watched the chillins for a couple of hours, and then retreated to bed not long after.
Saturday came, And I bit my tounge through breakfast, not wanting to say anything to start my father off in a bad mood.
I just lurked around the house [My Dad owns a very big house, making Lurking easy] and stayed out of his way...
Noon dragged along, and I still had yet to get ahold of my Beloved Tim [He was at Band practice], and My father still hadn't said anything about His birthday.
I finally gathered the courage to Approach him, in which I did.
I said:"It's Tims birthday today."
My Mother: (now sporting 10 lovely stiches in her head) "Oh?"
My Father: ::grunt::
Me: ::shifts uncomfortabley:: "mm hmm."
Father: "Get out of our Room, Shel."
::retreats to the kitchen::
[[[A few hours later]]]
My Father made me ride to the grocery store with him, and ofcourse... Like all times that I'm feeling incrediously helpless, I started to cry. Not awhole bunch, Just a few mere seconds of misery in the soup Isle.
mis·er·a·ble ( P ) Pronunciation Key (mzr--bl, mzr-)
Very uncomfortable or unhappy; wretched.
Causing or accompanied by great discomfort or distress: a miserable climate.
Mean or shameful; contemptible: a miserable trick.
Wretchedly inadequate: lived in a miserable shack; fed the prisoners miserable rations.
Of poor quality; inferior: miserable handicraft.
If ever a word that discribes the way I felt, It is that.
My Dad was eyeing me suspicously so I quickly excused myself, and ran to the bathroom, and broke out into miserable tears.
I didn't feel good.
I missed Tim.
I hated my Dad this day.
I wanted to just be left alone.
For the second year in a row, I missed Tim's birthday.
I cried for a good 15 minutes, and kicked the stall door with a wicked loud echo, which made me feel a little better.
I opened the bathroom door, and he was standing there waiting.
My dad was right beyond that paper thin swinging door, and I knew he heard every tear and choke I had made in the ladys bathroom, his half concerned half disappointed expression let me know he heard it all.
We just stood, staring at each other for a mere moment.
I was begging him not to say anything, not to mention a word, not to ask what was wrong like he really even cared...
Silently begging, hoping he could see it in my eyes that I would love to beat his face in as he sat there slouching casually, his bleached hair pulled back in his pathetic little pony tail, looking like some beach bum, If he said one damned word. I would do it.
Luckily, he didnt.
"Pick six numbers Shel."
he said, waving his little lottery ticket in front of him, as if nothing happened.
Act like you didnt hear a single strangled choke of my mingled misery, Act like the worlds coolest dad.
He made me buy My mom, more say My STEP mom roses, and sign my name, like I want to be apart of they're cozy little family.
I wanted to crush those roses.
I wanted to kill My father, asking me to pick out an arangement.
He offered to buy me the newest edition of Weekly World News, laughing about how strange his kid is, reading such rubbish.
Like he knows anything about me.
As much as I craved for that Magizine, I said no.
Do not accept treaty gifts for the enemy.
We drove home in silence.
||[05 Dec 2004|05:25pm]
Now, homie Gee's.