Post 30:: I WANNA KISS YOU EVERY MINUTE EVERY HOUR EVERY DAYY.

So, guess what guys ?
After what seemed like a freaking eternity, a band that is particularly special to me has gotten back together.
THAT'S RIGHT.
THE DARKNESS HAS GOTTEN BACK TOGETHER AND THEY ARE ON TOUR.
THEY ARE ALSO WORKING ON A NEW ALBUM.
HELL TO THE YES.
"Hazel Eyes" and "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" have been on my favorite song list for forever. I am so happy about this. .
And of course "Christmas Time (Don't Let The Bells End)" is always a nice song =DDD

Anywayy, the last time that they played a song before 2011, the lead singer Justin Hawkins looked like this::

Now, in 2011, Justin Hawkins looks like this::

. . . . .
. . ... . . Justin Hawkins. What is on your face.
What is that mustache.
You look like a musketeer. . . .

Like really
WHAT IS THAT.
He still sounds as beautifully falsetto as ever, though. . so I guess it's ohkayy.

 I've missed you guys so much <3

Leftovers From Spain.

So, I realized that I never really talked alot about my trip to Europe. . . well, it was great, as I'm sure you can assume, but while we were there, there was a lot to complain about.  My roommate Megan had to write a blogpost every dayy about what we did, to be updated to the church blog, and she was stressing over it. I helped her with it a bit as well. One particular night, our friend Anthony was in our hotel room, and he sat down to write the blogpost. Remember, that he was totally drunk, and can't type well on a good day. . .This is what he wrote:: [I edited out the names for the safety of the people mentioned]]

"over the over night thing we got up at like 1 and we were like sweet sleepin in then we had bfast .............. guessw hat happoned E*** end of story. o ya we had mass...... super fun =) ...okay, i lied. so after like 30 mins of pointless talking from guess who? yup E***! we decided to head down. so we all got on this empty train thingy (metro) and it was empty so we were like sweet then 2 stops latter ITAILIANS................ "FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" we all yelled. as you know they all decided to to crame there smelly asses in the sub with us (joy).......... o ya more ppl got on every stop, it only took up like 3 hours to get to the end of the stop in a 1000billion degree subway=). fuck ya!!!! E*** said were here so we walked out and guess what....................... she got lost............ like 20 more mins went by and we all decided to walk away. Even F**** B** said, "fuck this shit!" i see were we have to go so we went to f8 we got are spot by the road and we made are forts out of paper lololololol jk that whould be dumb we made them out of sheets that the really awsome dude anthony nido brought. we even made him sleep in the cold............. why cuz we were asses........ so it was 113deg. durring the day and we all cryed but wait it gets better there were shit covered portijohns and when the vigIl went on there was a HURRICAIN!!!!!!!! luckaly i had a fort but from what i was told E**** dicided to call apont the nature spirits and cry for rain and thunder and it worked. so like 30 mins latter the storm subsided and we all got out so we bitched for like a hour and then it rained more. we went to to sleep NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we played cudle tag.
so now its daytime and it was a bit colder only like the same temp as the sun. so we went on are jurrny to go shit and piss but the jons overflowed..... yes im not jokeing..... they were litterly shooting shit at you. lucky magen didnt mind and manned up and went throu the nea deap shit covered flooor >:L <----- that was her face so we became happy.""

. . .so yeahhh, we all had a really, really good laugh over that. I'm still chuckling as I read it now. I don't know if it's a had-to-be-there-to-find-it-funny type of thing, but I hope you laughed or at least cracked a smile over that. I don't think I've laughed harder in my entire life than I did while reading what he wrote as he typed that blog post.  Nea deep shit  .. .LOL.
The bathrooms were really, really, REALLY bad though. Because there were no lights. . . the port-a-john WAS overflowing. So nasty, but guess what ? Even the overflowing port-a-john was preferable to the bathrooms, because there WAS shit all over everything. So. Fucking. Nasty.
'it was a bit colder, only like the same temp as the sun.". . . xDD It was so hot there; it was crazy. . . Gah.
So I have to go now, but yeahh. . bye =D

Post 29:: Same Old Thing As We Did Last Night.

My sister woke me up this morning for absolutely no reason. I was tired as all hell, but I couldn't get back to sleep, so I got up and walked around for a few hours, and eventually crawled back into bed and FINALLY fell asleep again. And then fifteen minutes after I got back to sleep, my mum got home from wherever she was, and woke me up, because 'it's late and the day is almost over already !!"
I didn't know the dayy almost- ended at 12.38, but ohkayy mum.
Then I went to type a paper, and i was so tired that I fell asleep in the office chair. And was woken up ten minutes later by my parents having a huge argument and yelling at each other.
So I gave up on sleeping and fled to the internet like any normal person would.

Link to this year's NaNoWriMo:: Read this and commet if you so choose.

My favorite song at the moment: is 'Our New Intelligence" by the wonderful band River City Extension. The song is off of their album The Unmistakable Man, and I, like I'm sure everyone else did, discovered them because of Warped Tour 2011's compilation CD. You should listen to this song and feel the wonder coursing through your veins as you realize you have no idea what's coming next. Like, most songs are verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, reprise of chorus.
This song just keeps you on your toes the whole time. Just give it one shot, it's about four minutes of your dayy.



Anyhow, that's all for now, kidds. Life has been a bitch to me lately, but you know what theyy sayy.
Be nice to your cock, and your cock will be nice to you.
Maybe that's just a random quote from Mark Hoppus of blink182, but it still applies to every situation.

Post 28:: Angelspit, Blood On The Dance Floor, So On And So Forth.

Last night [November third]] I went down to the Crofoot in Pontiac to see Angelspit, along with Blood On The Dance Floor.

I got to meet Zoog, DestroyX, and Matt James from Angelspit, and I took pictures with DestroyX and Matt James. I think I was a little starstruck for whatever reason, but I couldn't make myself ask Zoog for a picture. ]= But he did give me a hug !!! He only noticed me because my cousin Robin was there, and she had a Blood Death Ivory [Angelspit]] patch on her jacket, and he talked to her a bit. He was like, 'Oh my gosh ! Yes ! That's so cool !" and he gave her a hug. Not, you know, she leaned in to give him a hug. HE hugged HER. And then he hugged me a moment afterwards.

So yeahh, I met a little twelve year old that knew more dirty words than I did when i was 16. I was like, 'woah man. . ". It did not make me think that she was cool. It made me really sad about future generations.


Anywayy, so Brendan had told me that he wasn't coming, because he couldn't get a ride. . I was upset because I really missed him. And then, in the middle of Aim Your Arrow's set, I turned around, just because, and he was jumping up and down waving. I was like, 'OH MY GOD, HOLD ON, THERE'S SOMEONE I NEED TO GO PASSIONATELY HOLD ONTO," and I totally lost my spot in the first row to go grab him. I hugged him for like the rest of Aim Your Arrows's set, and I pretty much held his hand throughout New Year's Day's set, and i was just so fucking happy to see him, I thought I was going to explode into pieces.

The experiences of my night::
> Brendan elbowed my forehead at least four times.
> Dahvie Vanity caressed my face and sang looking straight into my eyes, and then he spit in my mouth. Which sounds gross but for some reason wasn't.
> I got glitter dumped all over my body
> Jayy Von Monroe put his junk right in Brendan's face, and he wrapped in arm around my shoulders to steady himself while singing into the crowd
> Dahvie Vanity grabbed my throat and choked me during 'Death To Your Heart"
> I caught a glowstick from one of the supporting bands on tour, Life On A Pogostick. [they're awesome, go check them out]]
> I got a picture with DestroyX <3
> I safety-pinned an annoying girl's Hello Kitty backpack to her hoodie.
> The girl next to me stuck her gum in the annoying girl's hair
> My dad told Zoog he had a nice skirt. Not, you know, kilt. But skirt.
> Julia thought Zoog was a hobo.
Pictures::

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, Brendan and I being dorks::

Book Review 2:: Bruiser, by Neal Shusterman.

So, here is our next book::

Bruiser, by Neal Shusterman. Some of his newer-ish work. I expected it to be great.

      It was not great. Good, yes. Well-written, definitely. Great, no. It's about a boy named Brewster. His nickname is 'Bruiser". . OHH, THEY KINDA RHYME A LITTLE, DON'T THEYY, THAT'S SO CLEVER. Anywayy, so Brewster bruises badly. [alliteration !!!]] At least, that's what he tells people who see his skin so badly mottled with purple and red. The thing is, that Brewster takes away the pain and problems of the people that he cares about. This is why Brew always lurks in the shadows and mopes around. Because he doesn't want to make friends. He doesn't want to have to care for anyone, because then he'll be hurt by them--literally. Like, if you get a bruise, it'll transfer to Brew. If you get a cold, it'll transfer to Brew. If you're upset or angry or sad, it'll transfer to Brew.
      The basic plot is a good one, and I thought I would totally know how it ended. . but I didn't.  I
It's a good book, if you like swimming, anger issues, and supernatural abilities to take away things that hurt the people you care about.

Book Review 1:: Pink, by Lili Wilkinson

So, because of my reading habits, I decided to make my first official online book review. Ta-daa.

Here is the current book in question:

Pink, by Lili Wilkinson.

      The basic summary of this as that there is a lesbian goth girl who feels like she's messed up and wants to be, and I quote, "normal". She thinks she will achieve this normality by dressing like the 'popular" kids and wearing pink and such. She also is "confused" because she loves her girlfriend Chloe, but she also likes a boy named Ethan. Part of the story centers around the fact that she 'can't figure out whether she likes boys of girls".
      Uhmmmmmmm  . . . bisexual much ? Seriously. But they don't even mention the word 'bisexual", as if liking both boys AND girls isn't even an option. IT'S LESBIAN OR STRAIGHT !. .. like, what the hell.
      Ava, the main character with all of the problems, gets herself into a lot of messes. I guess the main moral of the story is that if you beg for forgiveness from the people you've hurt, you can always be reunited with that person and everything will be hunky-dory again. This pisses me off for obvious reasons that are SO obvious that I don't even feel like mentioning them. I mean, come on. . not everyone is going to forgive you, and not everything is going to be fine. Maybe in a fiction novel it will be, but not in real life. If you're going to have a book based off of real life, you might as well make it realistic.
      It's an ohkay book, if you like lesbians, musicals, and people who sadly attempt to fit in.

Post 27:: My Emo Phase Doth Seem To Flee.

So I am sure that you all know way more than you ever wanted to about my personal life.
Let's just say that I talked to Aidan, his parents forced him to type the email and basically told him what to sayy, he was depressed the entire time we were apart, and he loves and misses me.
So we started talking again.
As friends.
That didn't work out at all. .
. . so now we are dating again.
And I get to see him on Wednesdayy, we are going out for noodles.
I'm so excited.
And I bet you're all glad that that drama is out of the wayy, and you don't have to put up with my emo-ness anymore.

Anywayy,  I know it has been a while since I have posted anything. I was basically swamped and out of commission for all of September, but hopefully I will be able to catch up on posting a bit, here.
I'm still not sure whyy I have a blog.
Only two people read it.
That's actually not true.
A bunch of people, like 9 or 10 at LEAST, have come up to me at some social function and referenced something on my blog, or asked when I would update again.
People READ my blog, theyy just don't follow it or comment on it or anything. But they do read it.
Kinda weirds me out, you know ?

Wellp; anyhow. Halloween is coming !!! Are you excited ?? I sure am :D It's been my favorite holidayy for forever. .  .when I was little, it was because of the candy. When I was in between little and a kidd, it was because my sister and i would always dump our candy piles on the living room floor and trade stuff, and it was a bonding thing. That was before we stopped talking.  When I was a kidd, it was because of the dressing up. And now it's because CANDY ! and because TRICK-OR-TREATING WITH MY FRIENDS ! and because DRESSING UP ! and because CHEAP DECORATIONS FOR MY ROOM ! and such. At the moment I am admiring my new fingerless black gloves with a white skeleton hand screen-printed on them.
And I got a job, I work at Spirit Halloween. It's a lot of work, more than I expected, but. . . it gets me money and it's not too hard.

Lately, I have been on a reading crunch for some reason. Here is what I have read, thoroughly from cover to cover, and voluntarily answered study questions about, in the past three dayys::

 Yup. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is a personal favorite of mine. I'm in the whole Anglo-Saxon phase at the moment. . . except, Beowulf, what the hell is Beowulf, I hate that whole concept and the epic poem itself, and everything.

So, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, is fabulous, of course. The translation that I got was by Simon Armitage, as you can see. . . it's my favorite translation.

Duckling Ugly by Neal Shusterman was also pretty fantastic. I love Neal Shusterman's newer work[Unwind, Everlost, etc.]], but not so much his older. I wasn't honestly expecting it to be that good, but I was pleasantly surprised. I thought the ending was predictable, but I really wouldn't have had it end a different wayy, and I don't know how to rephrase that without being a spoiler, so I won't.

Notes From The Blender by Trish Cook and Brendan Halpin was another book that I wasn't expecting to be all that good. The boy in it loves death metal, and turns vegan because of a boy named Olaf. It's not the type of book that I would be like, 'HERE, READ THIS NOW", but. . .it was pretty good. Funny. I snickered aloud quite a bit.

Gemini Bites, by Patrick Ryan. Ahh. . this. .  kinda sucked alot. Not recommending it to anyone. The ending was stupid. The plot could have been better, twistier. . the basic concept was ohkayy. But near the end, I was just like, 'what is this shit", and I had to force myself to finish it.