November 30, 2008

This is a video of Anberlin playing live in New York City. Do take the time to watch it because these guys are absolutely brilliant. Anberlin are easily my third favorite band. Oh how I wish I was there, though I do get to see them again, December 10th, hells yeah!

Weather Forecast

November 29, 2008

Today was a gray sky day. It is snowing and raining outside and I love it.

To Write Love On Her Arms

November 28, 2008

This is a To Write Love On Her Arms inspired poem of mine. To Write Love On Her Arms is a foundation that helps males and females who are depressed and or self inflicting and seeking help. The foundation was started to help a friend and turned out to be a pretty big deal. Merchandise and books are sold on their websites and any local Hot Topic. The founder, Jamie Tworkowski goes on tours raising awareness for the situation. I am not one to self inflict, this is a message to those who do.


A pretty scar

A puddle of blood

A razor blade


You are thinking

Adrenaline rush

Feels good for a moment

You don’t need this

Not this weight

On your shoulders

Don’t take it out

On your arm

No need

To bleed it out

Yet you are loving

Every minute

Hating every second

You don’t need this

“All you need is love



Love is all you need” -lyric by The Beatles



November 27, 2008

(11/26/08) CITIES

Depression is eating away

At a small, broken, frayed city

Cries for help, fear, and tarnished hope

Are heard

Dissolving into late night skies

Demons in the walls

Whisper to those who can hear

Are driven to insanity

Gray skies and purple clouds

Hover over poor broken city

The Skies wail

Everyone is washed away

Last words spoken are

“I’ll love you until

my last breath takes you

away from me.”- lyric by Choidos


November 26, 2008

(Another post I wrote a while ago before I had a blog. Notice that I mention two of the guys from my post “Hot Topic?”)

I usually don’t find it quite so hard to talk to people I don’t know very well if I will myself. There seems to be something about two of the guys at Hot Topic. I stumble over my words, tripping and failing to spit them out, without sounding squeamish. My conversations usually go something like this.

Hot Topic employee: You finding everything alright?

Me: Uh-huh.

Guy: To Write Love On Her Arms is for a great cause *said in a serious tone*.

Me: Yeah.

Do you see what I mean?! I must seem really shy or anti-social. I mean I could do better than give short answers like Yes, No, Yeah, Uh-huh etc. I must also look like a brat or just plain weird because I beg my mom not to drag me into stores like “Pac Sun” just to look for so stupid uniform pants for school. Stores like “Abercrombie and Fitch” are what I call “annoying high school girl” store, end of story. As it seems I don’t have super mature friends or I just haven’t taken the time to get close to them. So I decide I won’t take them on my mall adventures with my mother and I.

There is a seemingly nice guy I see at Hot Topic with long curly hair he keeps pulled back in a loose, low, ponytail. He is decent looking I don’t have a “crush” on him, I just think of him as attractive. I notice a new employee there. Shoulder length shiny black hair or is it dark brown? He was tall and thin he wore a hat, that bothered me a little. Do I like him? is what I am thinking. I’m not boy crazy am I? Eww, that just sounds gross I’m just a writer telling about one person I like that’s all. Though don’t get me wrong I can go all fan-girl over Gerard, but that’s Gerard Way we are talking about here people!

Another conversation: I’m walking to the cash register ready to pay, I grab a string of Zotz which he notices.

Guy: I found out about these like a week ago.

Me: … (silence)

Guy: They’re pretty cool, thye like explode in your mouth!

Me: I know *half smile*. Oh, I like your shirt. (It has a picture of “Where The Wild Things Are”)

Guy: Thanks.

Once he finished scanning my purchases he tell me the total is something like $35.46. I don’t have the 46 cents. I’m crossing my fingers hoping he’ll say oh, it’s okay. He doesn’t so I just ask for him to take out the Zotz. *slaps hand to forehead*

My List

November 26, 2008

Now this post may be stupid, but I’m bored and I don’t mind posting pictures of my favorite guys in bands. These are my top five!

1. Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance


2. Jared Followill of the Kings Of Leon


3. William Beckett of The Academy Is…b45112290










4. Nathan Young of Anberlin (farthest to the left)


5. Last but not least Tyson Ritter of The All-American Rejects


Sold Out

November 26, 2008

My mom and I have become fans of the Kings Of Leon. Are you familiar with a song called “Sex On Fire”? Check it out because it’s so brutal (awesome)! The lead singer’s voice is stunning, unique, and beautiful. As it seems my mother has bought tickets from Ticket Master so she receives email updates on concerts. We will trade emails saying who we should see next or how we wish we could go. One day I’m checking my email and I see the Kings Of Leon are going to be in town!!! SQUEE!!! This will be absolutely amazing, I’m thinking. I check the ticket price and think, Whoa!! $40.00 dollars?! They have just now gotten more popular with their new album released in September. I was given a copy for my birthday and all I can say is, it’s bloody brilliant! So if you have the money do purchase a wonderful copy! The Kings Of Leon performed on Saturday Night Live so I think they got really big there, gaining a whole lot more fans.

A friend of my mother’s and basically a second mother to me, was interested in going as well. My mom figured she’d pick up the tickets next week at the box office instead of paying extra online. Guess freaking what!!! I just found out the tickets were sold out within minutes!!! *Jaw drops* I’m in shock and I’m really disappointed because I’ll have to wait until there next tour if I’d like to see them. I pull my legs up to my chest, extending my arms around them, then letting my chin drop in my knees like dead weight. In my head a little cartoon man looks up at the sky, arms reaching high above his head screaming “Why!!!!” Poseur fans are what my mother and I are calling those ticket buying bastards. Maybe someday…