Like The Stars Say

I've noticed that most of the people I used to talk to and be friends with here or from here don't seem that interested in talking to me anymore since I'm not involved in bandom anymore. That makes me sad, but whatever. I've made a new journal under highaskites. (It's a quote from a Cure song, not an indication that the whole journal is about smoking pot.) It's mostly going to be about movies, music, literature, pop culture, sociology, and my adventures and encounters with them. That will probably include some bandom discussions, but that's not the scene I'm exploring right now. Minimal emoness, maximum intellect, median level of neon. Reviews and uploads....you know, you know.

If you don't friend that journal, I'll just assume our time together is over. No big deal. Only friend if you really wanna stay in touch.

I'm not gonna delete this journal because of nostalgia and posting access reasons, but I probably won't be updating it anymore.

However, I do wanna post the last thing I wrote in bandom in terms of fanfic.

This is the unfinished, annotated version of Everyone Deserves the Flames, a Pete/Patrick/Joe college AU I started a long time ago in which Patrick bones everybody, Mikey Way is disapproving, and Bob is Patrick's psychiatrist. It ends with double penetration. Might be a good read if you're bored.

( Everyone Deserves ~The Flames )

Summary of my activities (c&p'd from Fbook, sorry, LJ):

Did anyone do anything cool or artistic this summer? If you went on a fabulous vacation, don't tell me, lol.

I wrote a bunch of songs,

worked on my robot screen play with my boyfriend,

visited Chicago a few times,

danced in a cage in Las Vegas,

got a tan at a topless pool in Vegas (baby!),

finished my 'Happy Marine Life' painting series,

and started a new series that I like to call 'Animals & Rainbows',

started a new children's fantasy novel,

and started a new novel about the joy of discovering love in unexpected places, and being addicted to drugs (PLEASE don't ask why I always want to write about cokeheads, I don't even know any),

I also bought more leopard print clothes (and zebra print, and cheetah print), and am planning on bringing back the words 'rad', 'bitchin', and 'trippin' next year. Dream big!!!!!!!!!!!

:D Et tu?

Been listening almost exclusively to the Cure, with occasional lapses into the Pixies and the Smiths. I think I 'get' Morrisey now.

Going back to school this Friday to spend a little over two weeks at Dave's new house in Rock Island. Gonna see these kids:



these kids:


and most importantly, this kid:



Uhh, sorry, for the overlap, I don't have THAT many friends, guys, okay.

Seriously, tell me what you've been up to. I feel like I'm blogging into a void sometimes.

"But eventually, at some somber and sobering calendar date, most of us lose our looks and likewise one of our charms—and I will lose mine. At which time, for me at least, there won’t be much point to life anymore at all."

"Sex and sexuality, at least for me, are not some segment of life; they are the force majeure, the flood and storm and act of God that overtakes the rest. Without that part of me, I’d rather be dead."

"Now that I’m in my forties, people say, I think kindly, She still looks good. This is to be followed by a phase of …for her age, which is hot on the trail of handsome, and then—then who knows? I think it deteriorates from there, enough so that the vain among us start to look forward to death, or at least stop resisting its horrific pull."

Jesus fucking Christ, Elizabeth Wurtzel. Check out how bitchin' this tool's life is:

"And I can get what I want in so much of life. I can sell sand to the Saudis, tea to the Bengalis. I get fired from one great job and then hired by a better organization. I decide in my thirties to go to law school and get into the very best one despite some questionable credentials. It’s what you would call not a bad life, even a good one."

And she wants to DIE because she's gonna get old and not be hot and not be able to fuck whoever she wants. She got the most prestigious education you can get in America basically (Harvard, then Yale), she failed the Bar exam TWICE and STILL got a job as an attorney, she had a great boyfriend who loved her and she got bored and cheated on him with every guy she met, but she writes bullshit essays whining about how sad she is that she's gonna get old and die alone because she fucked up every good thing in her life.

What a TOOL.

PS) And she said this about 9/11:

"I had not the slightest emotional reaction. I thought: 'This is a really strange art project.'...I just felt, like, everyone was overreacting. People were going on about it. That part really annoyed me."

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Even if you feel that way (and if I'm ever an adult and can produce no more human emotion than ANNOYANCE when 3000 people die, I'll be really disappointed in myself), you don't SAY IT OUT LOUD.

http://drop.io/fnksvwq

Weird techno.

Chrome Box Alpha lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://community.livejournal.com/fbr_trash/2591374.html

Whoooaaaa, Panic At My Disco is breaking up!

Grief counselors will be availiable during this difficult time...

Have been:

1) Recovering from Vegas (small sample of things we did: danced in cages, got bitten by a stripper, went topless in a public place, got drunk and ate chicken strips, got hit on A LOT)

2) Getting ready for Chicago (Wednesday to Monday, call me at 309-370-3913 if you wanna hang out)

3) Getting a new phone (nothing fancy, but pretty sexy)

4) Working on a new book (young adult fantasy)

5) doing more art

6) soldifying my opinion that the Cure is the best band of the 80s (sorry, Pixies, go back and write 'Just Like Heaven')

7) still not finding a job

8) No 8, just hate uneven numbers.

My life sucks completely and I feel like everyone is working against me. I'm alone almost all the time, never have anything to do, can't find a job, and am taking five sleeping pills a night so I can sleep as much as possible. Every good thing about my life is absent right now. There is nothing positive happening in my life AT ALL right now and it's gonna continue for months.

Annnnnd I don't get any responses to this post because I still don't have any internet, so I can't apply for any jobs, although applying for jobs is clearly a WASTE OF TIME anyway.

1) Why does Adam Lambert look so weird, though?

2) No one hung out with me in Chicago. I think bandom and I broke up when I wasn't paying attention. LJ will be the next thing to go...

I didn't even know Gerard and Lyn-Z had their baby >:( I don't have internet guys, I NEED INFORMATION LIKE THIS ON MY PHONE OK

Finished junior year of college and first year away from home with a lot of new friends and a 3.7 GPA.

Quick post before I go out...

Just wanna say that time's not wasted when you're getting wasted

and that

I love college

I wish I could stay in college for a few more years...

But I think Asher Roth is kind of a douche.



Bye y'all.

Honestly, it's just about the most offensive thing I've ever read. It's like every squirmy, nauseous, dreadful feeling you can think of distilled into a novel that lures you into a false sense of security by being boring and pointless and excessively detailing people's stupid fucking 1990's yuppies clothes and the differences between kinds of mineral water and then unexpectedly ambushes you with lurid bordering on pornographic descriptions of things including but not limited to:

killing a bum
killing a small child at the zoo
torturing to death several prostitutes (in ways ranging from electrocution via a car battery (with electrodes attached to the nipples, NATURALLY) to a nail gun to a throat slashing, which is what passes as a humane death in this thing)
torturing to death several small animals
cannibalism
necrophilia
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh more torture

Watch the movie and frankly avoid this book.

PS) I suppose I should mention that at the end of the book, the main character becomes more and more insane and it turns out that he may have imagined everything that happened and not done any of it in "reality" IF that is a consolation.

Yelle-Pop-Up




Beautiful beauiful French goddess.


Look @ her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

French techno-style club pop...imagine Gwen Stefani, but French.

Friends cut

The makings of a great weekend.

Also great? I GOT INTO THE ROME 2010 PROGRAM SO I GET TO GO TO ROME NEXT SUMMER.

FUCK YEAH.

Uggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

If I may give some advice to those on my flist who are younger than my 21 years: you know how in school, they always tell you to be involved and do a lot of stuff on campus? Well, that is a lie, you should get less involved. I started ~getting involved~ this year and while it's nice to meet people, a lot of people, in my experience, you don't really get to know that well. I've gotten to know maybe three people in each organization I'm in, but only well enough to say hey and chat between classes, no BFFs or anything.

In comparison, the amount of stress and annoyance has been absolutely amazing. I'm the director of PR for PRISM (Gay/Straight/Etc. Alliance) and the president is power-hungry and unhelpful and treats me like I'm five. It's infuriating. They don't understand how to schedule things either, so I had to ride my bike all the way across campus to audition bands for Day of Silence/Night of Noise.

This was at 4:30. The first band was scheduled to be auditioned at 4:30, then another at 4:45. The first band never showed up because they broke up yesterday. (Really.) Then the singer from the second band showed up and told us that since no one had made arrangements to bring their equipment there, we would have to walk through the pouring rain to his house. Awesome.

The band was TABS. I had seen them before at that elitist hippie party I went to and they were really great. TABS is a very popular band on campus. If we got TABS, people would actually come and then we could trick them into caring about gay issues while they were dancing to awesome swamp rock.

Instead, they wanna split the money and stage time we have between TABS and some fucking bullshit acoustic band called SEXY POMEGRANATE. Why the fuck would people wanna listen to an acoustic band after Day of Silence? Wtaf, just hire TABS because that makes SENSE.

I didn't even get to hear Sexy Pomegranate because the tool in charge of the auditions scehduled TABS at 4:45 and the other band--the only other band-- at SIX THIRTY AND THEN WANTED ME TO WALK THROUGH THE POURING RAIN ACROSS CAMPUS AGAIN TO AUDITION THEM. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NO.

So I made up some bullshit story about having a study group and ran away. It was still raining. 'Fuck my life,' I thought to myself as I walked uphill in the rain with the bike and no umbrella. 'Fuck my life.'

And we will probably have to cancel Exclamation Party on account of how only three people listen to it and we can't figure out a convenient time. That's super annoying, but like I said, no one even listens to it half the time.

So, yeah, ugh.

A little noir piece I like to call Salvation and Other Myths. My teacher said it felt like being in the hands od an experienced writer and everyone said it had a great voice. :D

( He was a strange character, Johnny... )

I'm still alive!!!

I haven't had internet at home, so I've had to go to the cafe, which neccessitates me borrowing my mom's car because mine is no longer in working order and never will be again. Spring break has been pretty terrible and we all can't wait to go back to school. Disgusting, right?

Anyway, I've been trying to take care of business and do some painting and writing and so on. I'll try to update more often next term. Be back on campus with wifi on Sunday.

Most disturbing development in my life: I now find Mikey Way sexually attractive.

God help me.

PS) I may get to see Watchmen early since my best friend queenc0bra works at a movie theater and they have to preview it before it starts playing on Friday. BE JEALOUS.