I blame the government for my love.

"A pretend life with pretend love, what could be more real?" Gotta love that Pete Wentz











If you want go good book, read Helter Skelter. Why does murder interest me so much?? Oh, but if you hate blood, this book is pretty much the last thing you should read.

Maybe its not my weekend, but this is gonna be my year

So how many people have died in the last week??? Now. RIP Billy Mays. I know its mean, but its good we wont be hearing his voice killing our television speakers anymore. But seriously, we go from no "famous" people dead to 4 in like a week. Somethings up.

Oh yea, Bell Jar sucks. I lost it for like a week and then I found it, but I dont want to read it anymore. Whatever.

Piazza Cavour, what's my life for?

So yesterday when my step-granddad, Dan, walks in and said "Michael Jackson dies" I was basically waiting for the punchline. Then I was waiting to explain to him that I hate jokes like that (i.e, dead babies, hellen keller, jew). But it was true. So today I feel the urge to listen to him, the prince of pop, and whatnot.

And Ferrah Fawcett, which is even more sadness in itself. Now I dont feel like typing anymore. Here::











Pablo Neruda
I Like You When You Are Quiet

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you.
It looks as though your eyes had flown away
and it looks as if a kiss had sealed your mouth.

Like all things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things, full of my soul.
Dream butterfly, you look like my soul,
and you look like a melancoly word.

I like you when you are quiet and it is as though you are distant.
It is as though you are complaining, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
let me fall quiet with your own silence.

Let me also speak to you with your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and constellated.
Your silence is of a star, so far away and solitary.

I like you when you are quiet because it is as though you are absent.
Distant and painful as if you had died.
A word then, a smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it is not true.

Get in touch with it all today. Its a good horoscope friday, ive been in need of one of those. also my little sisters birthday which is the second cutest thing in the world.

Everyones a let down it just depends on how far down they can go

There's writing on these walls
We traced the letters and followed on track
Our destination nowhere.
You can feed it false promises
Leave it hanging for days on end
You can steal it and tear it to shreds
Staying charming and sane
Whilst we all fall down
But it always healed
It always found a way to build itself back up.
Until you.
--Can anyone guess what I’m talking about???

I just got off the phone with my twin (Paulina), how cute of her to want to catch up and whatnot. Love her for that. We will be ghetto crashing soon so it’s all good. Except the fact that she’s sworn to kill me the next time she sees me due to the fact that I don’t sustain contact with anyone. (psssssst! She’s reading this and she loves me)

You know I care for you, just not enough to let you go...

Picture:: super duper true. Except the pants can be tight haha. And the music thing is really a deal breaker.

So I'm in Best Buy the other day. I'm waiting in line with my family; my sister was buying her first mp3 player. Which is really cute because she got so excited about it, the only bad thing was that her library of Hannah Montana and HSM is now on my computer, but still.

So anyways, these 3 guys walk in the store. These three are like 13 or 14, they were trying to look all rocker and stuff. One of them had long light brown hair. But it wasn’t even the good type of long hair, it was just totally thin and flat. All wearing these white screen tees probably from some band they don’t even know three songs by.

So they check their surroundings, most likely for someone of the opposite sex to impress. There wasn’t many besides me and like 2 other girls (one of them being my sister). They walk over to the Guitar Hero section thing where they let you play the game. Keep in mind they are trying to look like the types of kids who can play a couple chords or whatever it takes to play Guitar Hero. They make a whole big thirteen-year-old scene of selecting a song, complete with “That’s what she said”s and playful punches. So, needless to say, after their whole charade of song selection, they flunk about a minute into it.

Of course I couldn’t help but to start laughing. Advice: if you are going to act like a bigshot, you best be a bigshot. Otherwise you look like a D-bag (can I say that on a blog, haha) and then you get laughed at. So for everyone who tries too hard, everyone who acts like their something their not: stop. And don’t act so disappointed when you flunk out of guitar hero because if you have the game, 9 times out of 10 you know that you suck and you shouldn’t display your suckishness in public.

So to the whole bf criteria thing: add doesn’t make a fool out of himself in a best buy. And ugly hair (though I think that’s already there, but seriously, you’ve go to have Jesus hair haha). Oh, and Guitar Hero skills are boss too.

Continuing this work thing. Jobs are weird. I'm happy I'm young and won’t have to worry about it for a while. Go youth and irresponsibility.

Note picture: It’s the bounce bounce baby!!!
Its Lady Luck day on June 30. That’s the Cab for all of you musically illiterate children going “Lady Luck, wtf?!?!?” Yep, so buy it, it's gorgey. Though I can’t help but being slightly disappointed that they didn’t do better. But I guess its just one of those situations that it’s impossible to do better than you’re previous. Like Panic, CIWWAF, and maybe All Time Low (though from what ive heard on supjustin, they are gonna own!) But I Am Who I Am totally saved them; this song is addicting (Kayla serves as proof).

Party for me! <3

You dont like me but you love me, either way your wrong. Your gonna miss me when Im gone.

This would be Tom, if he was a girl, and a much meaner person than he really is.












Jio: Omg its not like ur initiation to a gang cmon just show picture of hannah montana and say she my role model! And they can't say anything about it because she's bought out from disney

Jio:Everything from Disney is parent approved lmao

me: well, not everything ;)




okay,, so the new layout messed up the comments box. it wont be found below the posts anymore. Instead you will have to click on the box that says "post comment". as soon as i figure out how to put it back i will. but for now, leave me some love!!

more writing later. Currently w/o flash drive..

And it's one for the Dagger and another for the one you believe

Yea. So its www.failblog.org they made a .org for other peoples failures! Society, haha. Just like fmls. I was thinking; its an fml in itself to think that what you do is an fml. But check out failblog if your bored, its fun to laugh at the stupidness of others.

Pretty miss mary mary quite contrary wont be so pretty for much longer

I was gonna post some long rant/think about cigarettes in professional pictures. I came across this one picture that I really liked and stupidly didn’t save it. So, this will be posted when I re-find that picture. (It was a little girl, so ponder that for a while).

For now I guess I will just spill out random facts…

-You know that someone is your best friend if you’re in a really good mood and this person depresses the shit out of you and you still love them.
-I got so many cute pictures yesterday and I really feel the urge to post all of them. But I suppose that would annoy.
-I like summer. It’s like the school year except I'm not procrastinating or being lazy. You just lost the game!!!It makes me happy.
-Everything I like is cute and everything I dislike is a poser.

-I think that all food should have letters on it. Then we can spell out secret messages, dirty things :P, and lunch would be alot more fun.
-I enjoy misusing adjectives and pronouns and stuff and using words in the wrong context.
-I love adding ‘I’s and ‘y’s and ‘s’ to the end of every word.
-I try to use large words as much as possible.

-Most sexy spanish words: Mustasa y ormiga ;)
-I might go to New York in a week
-My power was out for like 4 hours the other night. So I attempted to play improv games with my neighbors. Never doing that again.
-I can curse you out in Russian!
-I hate the Ice Cream trucks. I enjoy when they bring me ice cream, I just don’t like that annoying noise. Especially if I'm broke, it just disappoints. And everyone starts going crazy to run out and catch it. It becomes this huge neighborhood affair in which everyone starts singing (usually that "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream." song) and I hate singing, if it’s not me, or convenient, or easy on the ears.
-Chester French makes me smile. ""You may ask, ‘what does this band sound like’…well how about if you put the Beatles and Outcast together. Yes, they sound that good!"
-I can’t wink, whistle, or roll my "R"s.
-I am scared silly of dragonflies.
-I know Rent and Spring Awakening practically by heart.
-I was hiding under your porch because I love you.

-I'm now determinded to move to London despite of how sucky it can be. I think it would be awesome to live there and pick up the accent and stuff (maybe even Australia or somewhere in the U.K.)

End of story, I fade to black inside

He makes me happy.

In spanish, esperar means to hope. Ironically, it also means to wait.

super cute, super tru. reminds me of how i used to be. i dont really do this anymore (uniforms get in the way):
"DONT BE SCARED TO TRY NEW THINGS GO INTO OLD MEMORIES DRESS LIKE YOU DID WHEN YOU WERE 10 DRESS LIKE YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE CHARACTERS WEAR FUNNY HATS PAINT YOUR FACES WEAR UGLY OUT OF STYLE SHOES THAT YOU STILL LOVE OR HIPPY SANDALS DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR YOU WANT WEAR HUGE T SHIRTS DON’T BRUSH YOUR HAIR FOR WEEKS PIERCE YOUR NOSE YOUR EYEBROW YOUR LIP FOR FUN IT WILL GROW BACK TRY SOMETHING FROM YOUR MOMS CLOSET TIE 3 FLANNELS AROUND YOUR WAIST PAINT THINGS ON WHITE HANES T SHIRTS PAINT YOUR BAGS WITH SUNSHINE CARTOONS AND NEW MEXICO SYMBOLS RUBBER BAND FEATHERS INTO YOUR HAIR KNOT CHAINS TO DENIM JACKETS RE-LACE YOUR SHOES WITH POLKA DOT FABRICS GET YOUR FRIENDS TO KISS YOU ALL OVER YOUR FACE WITH RED LIPSTICK TELL EVERYONE “I LOVE YOU” AND SEE WHAT THEY SAY DON’T BE AFRAID TO BE MADE FUN OF.


FASHION IS JUST CREATIVE MINDS DREAMING AND BRINGING IT TO LIFE. EACH DESIGNER IS A NERD BECAUSE HE IS NOT AFRAID OF HOW HE LOOKS. HAVE FUN BEING YOU… IT ONLY HAPPENS ONCE."

you can dream, you can dream, but you’ll always just wake up…

They are all mine. Every single one of them. (Especially the bottom left). Can you get married to six different people??? The Academy Is...gorgey (that was relly cheezy..god im bored)

That’s What It Takes, Dear  (Kristeen Young ft. Patrick Stump)

What Gets You Through The Night (The Audition)..strictly for Diamond

I’m beating on the walls, cause I’m the one that falls

Finished my song. It’s so cute. Took me like a month. Paulina likes it, so I consider it passed! Lyrics to this baby later…

Written in a pizza hut parking lot::
"You won’t ever catch these eyes again
Every verse
Sprawled across the floors we walked
Every line stolen, every care spent
Every breath taken, everyone left
Parasitical- we only took
Now we’ve got no one to run to
I always knew it comes to this
As I take you in, one last time
We shared emotions- not crossing lines
Crossing lives
Our cards were drawn
This joke was never meant to be
The embrace- eyes told the truth
We were the expected
In our own worlds
As you understand- taking it in
Looking to lead it to yourself"

I was seriously considering buying a trench coat a while ago. They look so cute. I remember everyone used to wear them at school. But before you buy a trench coat, ask yourself- Will I be able to function properly in a trench coat. No, I'm not referring to the length of a trench coat, but the mindset of a trench coat. I know if was wearing a trench coat, I’d run around pretending to be some sort of a secret agent. I would run around the grocery store smiling because I know what really happened to their fruit before it got in the basket (that made no sense whatsoever, but use your imagination). Or at the mall, I would do that thing where you walk fast and purposely against the wall with your fingers in that cute gun shape, trying to avoid being seen by people but miserably failing. That would probably get me sent to some in sanitarium or wherever the crazies go. So, I think I am going to hold out on the trench coat thing.
I have recently decided that I really want to move to London. Somewhere British or English or whatever. But just so that I can acquire a British accent and all of that cute lingo. Then I will rush back here to show off my adorableness.

Got like 10 of those psychology books. 15 pages into the Bell Jar. Still waiting to see why this book is so awesome.

I wish I would have listened when I figured out, I knew you from the inside.

I want to write my second song to listen to thing. But I think this time it will be a band. Not even one that I'm extremely familiar with. Brightwood. I think the reason that this band sticks out to me is because of the vocals. On the 2 songs that I have, the vocals are chilling.
Have you ever listened to a song and thought: Hey, this should be in a movie? Or maybe you could have sworn it was in a movie but it wasn’t. This is it. It’s strange but I think that my mom may just like them. Which is rare. She claims to like most of it but I think she can’t stand most of the punk and electronic that I listen to. But this music makes me happy.
They have everything going for them lyrically and the sound is gorgeous. And they’re super chill. Their not punk or popish. More down to earth. They kind of remind me of the Script (but then again, everything is reminding me of the Script right now due to the fact that I'm obsessed). You can take any line from their songs and get an awesome quote. You can’t do that with a lot of bands, trust me, I get bored and I try. They use standard instruments but they have this crazy almost electronic sound that makes them addicting. And the songs never get old.
So instead of one song I'm recommending a band. Or really, the two songs that I know: -Swan Song, -Sit Still.

Coming soon: crazy in-depth review of The Cab so that I can maybe convince the units to let me go to the concert. Then my obsession will be fulfilled. This band is actually pretty interesting so I’ll get to work on that soon. And their trying to get me to do some sort of brain work over the summer, like a research project, and this is research so here I go. Hopefully it will fill the blank summer hours that occasionally happen. Wow, I'm pathetic.

It's the same game I play 'till the give becomes the take

Me! I love quizzys

Spontaneous Idealists are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy inspires others and sweeps them along. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential. Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and very amusing and gifted entertainers. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.

This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities. Learn more about the Spontaneous Idealist at work ...

If you have a Spontaneous Idealist as your friend, you will never be bored; with them, you can enjoy life to the full and celebrate the best parties. At the same time, they are warm, sensitive, attentive and always willing to help. If Spontaneous Idealists have just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins and their new partners are showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for them once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for them so that many Spontaneous Idealists slip from one affair into another. However, should the partner manage to keep their curiosity alive and not let routine and familiarity gain the upper hand, Spontaneous Idealists can be inspiring and loving partners. Learn more about the Spontaneous Idealist in love ...

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love."

Pushing Daisies quote:: Im going to punch you in the snotlocker! (that cracked me up for like 20 minutes, i think i was delirious saturday nittee

SO no camp for like 6 weeks :/ once again im dissapointed. but at least now im technically free and stuff. ive had this throbbing headache forever now: too much thinkings, too many things going wrong. getting those books aftr mom gets off work. and i may have a summer job (job!) lol, jappy on sat??

Make out kids never have the chance to be best friends

Once again my lack of introduction gets to me. It’s been two months since she has last seen that smile. Two months since he have whispered into her ear. She now struggle to keep good memories alive. Questioning every day; if he was still here, what would he say? Reminding herself of the little things. His favorite book, color, song, place to study. Anything to keep the memory alive.
Flashback to the last night. They both knew it was over. But she couldn’t seem to convince herself that it was. She was willing to change, to do anything, to be anything. She wanted to be his everything. Because he were her everything. But his mind was already made up. It was one fight too late.
She can still remember the way he held my hand. The way he’d look at her. The way he would call her name from across the room. The way he’d make her feel like they knew each other best, that nothing could get in between them. Anything spoken from his lips was the most important thing. So eloquent, it could change her strongest feelings. And she had hoped that he felt the same.
The night after she couldn’t bear it. Piercing blue eyes caught him from across the room. And she found herself doing everything he told her not to. Pushing the limits, to faze him. She knew that she still had a little power over him.
But in the end, she was hurt even more. She knows she can’t get out of this. That half of her just died. How long will it take to grow back?

Just a few incomplete compiled thoughts (*motions above and below*)

I guess sometimes people have too much control over each other. Do they realize that when they leave they take with them a huge part of the other person? Probably not.

If you lost someone, don’t fight it. I think instead of just letting people go, we should fight back. If you’re going to lose someone, don’t lose them without a fight. This goes in any situation. Take this as an opportunity to tell them how you really feel. I hate to compare relationships to algebra, but: You already lost this person; this person was your everything, so you now have nothing to lose. If this fails, you’re exactly where you were before. But now, you don’t have to wonder anymore. And if you succeed, well, you succeeded.

I wish life was more like the movies. That everybody has a happily ever after. That no matter how shitty it seems something good always happens in the end. And they play that pretty outro music. And if it is going to be a movie outro, it better be one of those black and white movies where they show the fancy white “The End” and play some cheesy song with a lot of trumpets or something happy.

Though we all know life is noting but agreeable. So us heartbroken stand separate, together, but always alone.

I guess i wish that everyone would just stick up for what they love. and stop being so afraid. so weak. if we all took risks for our happiness every once in a while, maybe this world wouldnt suck so much.

To be continued...

You are they key to my organs

"Who needs to know that you bought milk, or that your cat threw up, or your plants are dying or other trivial facts about your life? if you want them to know, you call them because they'll care enough to listen to you instead of getting it blandly through some letters on a public website. theres no feeling or meaning, i think."-kayla during our angry conversation on twitter.--sorry guys, i dont have a cat and no plants to begin with. but i blogg it all the way. i love kayla haha.."have you seen mitchell musso????fake voice, indie poser clothes, and a superficial catchy tune? who is he kidding? he got his big start with hannah montana and theres no living that down" --she makes late night instant messaging so much more ranting..nd her analysis reminds me of something else..


question of the week?- how do you tell a freind that enough is enough without sounding mean, jealous, un-friend-like, and any other negative part?? when you know they wont listen in the long run? is it worth it anyway??

They're hugging that pride like its all there is

Hmmmm...I hope that you think of me every day. With the change of the wind, with whatever else may leave an effect. It doesnt make sense, but neither do these lives. I hope you cant put the words in the right context, that you cant understand their words, your actions. I hope you thank me. And I would say likewise. Trying not to be bitter and all that jazz. Things are changing. Try to smile. And remember what you did. Multiple times. I hope you start to see things in a different light, and you change. (I'd love to comment on what Id actually like to happen to you, but im done with negativity, at least for now) Breath in deeply, let your senses show you the way. Release the demons, and work on yourself. Hopefully history wont repeat itself, but on second thought: it probably will. SO have fun on your little cycle and try to keep others out of it.

One week of summer down. Kinda loving it. Camp next week (if I get next week, but hopefully I will. Planning to finally do this shoe shopping shenanigans (did i spell that right) with whoever this weekend. So with a smile on my face I continue to type. (I amuse myself)

I think summers going to be a good thing. A break of school, and the school people I needed so desperatly to get away from.

Oh and I had this really weird dream last night. Well a few of them lately. Like a week ago I had a dream I was at a concert/school/mall and I had to do some game show involving the tshirt wall thing at hot topic and run alot and some strange drinking game. we had to run a crazy distance, haha. But I couldnt run anymore and then we were at disney world (still running) and I was running with Karen and Diamind and Jio. But then my legs gave out and I fell and im pretty sure I broke something. So Jio had to carry me the rest of the way. Im pretty sure we lost.

Last night I was at my friend Stacys house (ghetto!! :P) and we went to some park that was convinently in her back yard but then we hopped the fence and went in her house but in some other room was a hallway with the teachers lounge with awesome vending machines. so we (stacy, nia, and i) bought icecream and met back with pau nd some other kids i met at a party and we talked about how much we enjoy eating ice cream. then we went to the flea market and bought skirts and these insane bracelets. my dad came to pick me up and we were going to meet gabi somewhere (i think it was that japanese resturant were going to next week) but it was one of those dreams where you never seem to get where you need to go and you feel like shit because you cant control anything. then i was suddenly at home because i had to change but i couldnt figure out what i wanted to wear and then i couldnt take the outfit i was already wearing off. eventually i was wearing this awesome blue shirt and the cute little skirt and i was back in the car. but it was going so slowly again. i think i just got really pissed and woke up.

enjoying my "me" time. havent talked to any of you in a week (except kayla and pau) ive decided that i am going to read every single psychology book on the reccomended list (43) maybe I will learn a bit about myself. and why every one of my dreams involve a game show or me struggling to get what i want. at least im dreaming again.

Just a lyrical lie, made up in my mind

"What more could your love do for me? Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends? One day I'll fly away." ♥ [The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return]

When you think things are getting better, remember we're best friends for never.

Sean: "I began the book because I wanted to tell Libby's story. Her truth. But for every life that's recorded in words, printed, made tangible...there are thousands of unwritten lives intersecting it. Each one a seperate truth,leading to its own ending."--Bee-Luther Hatchee (A play by Thomas Gibbons)

my music for today--
-Panic Switch (Silversun Pickups)
-Best Friends For Never (Dropout Year)
-Body Bag (HIt the Lights)
-I Got It (Galatic)
----my music taste sucks today <3

Taking my chances, her beating heart dances

Because GOD FORBID yo get shot and lose your music..they r teseted on mythbusters to acutally work (of cours ur ipod needs to b bigger than the bullet nd u need to get enough courage to actually thrust ur ipod in the direction of the bullets)...i wonder if u can make some sort of bullet proof vest out of these...

But the truth is: I only have myself to blame