8.22.2005

Fumar Con El Diablo En El Inferno!!!

Hey Philmorgan3202! Yeah, YOU mother fucker! Don't you dare post a comment to this blog again, you bastard! ESPECIALLY about the evil timber sons a bitches!!! Heed this warning or I'll find you, come to where you live, and boil your fucking children!!!

8.05.2005

There Isn't a Chance in Hell That I'll Take Another Quiz

..well...actually that's not true...I've still got 15 minutes to kill.

Cocktail
Cocktail


?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??
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Why the Hell Not?

Doing my solemn duty as a die-hard and hopelessly obsessed My Chemical Romance fan, I have gone here and voted for them. You should too, by the way. MCR sent me a little banner with this link, but I've no idea how to make it work...I'm not a very good geek, you know.

8.04.2005

Heavy Eyelids Losing Longitiute

Assassin

You are an
assassin.

That means you are a proffessional and do your
job without mixing any emotions in it. In your
life you have probably been hurt many times and
have gotten some mental scars. This results in
you being distant from people. Though many
think that you are evil, you are not. What you
really are is a person, trying to forget your
pain and past. You are the person who never
seems to care and that is why being an assassin
fits you good. Atleast, that's what people
think. Even if you don't care that much for
your victims, you still have the ability to
care and to generally feel. It is not lost,
just a little forgotten. In crowds you tend to
not get to noticed, and dress in black or other
discrete colours. You don't being in the
spotlight and wish people would just leave you
alone. But once you do get close to someone you
have a hard time letting go and get real down
if you loose him/her.

Main weapon: Sniper
Quote: "The walls we build around
us to keep out the sadness also keep out the
joy" -Jim Rohn
Facial expression: Narrowed eyes




What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
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That's a Hell of a Lot More Like It!

HASH(0x8afe598)
80% Vegetarian (probably Vegan)


You're very dedicated to your cause. You could work
for PETA if you wanted to. You love animals,
and look forward to a peaceful future where
nothing has to die needlessly. You've done the
research, and can quote statistics at the drop
of a hat. You probably carry slaughterhouse
photos in your plastic or nylon wallet. Good
job, it wasn't easy to come this far, but
you're living proof that it can be done.


How Vegetarian Are You?
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Why In Hell Do I Keep Taking These Quizzes?

Kip
You are Kip Dynamite and you love technology.


Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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8.02.2005

That's One Hell of a Tune

My most recent obsession is undoubtably music. While I've always had eclectic taste and open ears, lately my taste for tunes has been "kicked up a notch". I think it started when I won tickets to New Orleans on the radio. Falling for Gerard had something to do with it too.

A couple of weeks ago, I went to see MCR (among others) on the Warped Tour. It was hell trying to get someone to absorb my extra ticket. I should just start buying them in singles, since finding a partner is like pulling teeth. You'd think that people would jump on a free concert ticket, but no. I did find someone, however, to accompany me to the Warped Tour. We saw Fallout Boy, Offspring, Billy Idol, Atreyu, and a band named "Thrice". I took a disposable camera with me, hoping to catch Gerard on film, but alas. I ended up with a picture of Billy Idol's shoulder and a couple of grainy shots of the stage lighting. Damn, damn and double damn! My hopes of throwing myself at Gerard were dashed as well, as the only entry to the tour bus parking was guarded.

When we went to see Fallout Boy, the crowd was crazy. I was kicked in the head by crowd surfers, almost lost my sandals (next time, I wear steel-toed boots!) and pummelled by empty water bottles. The bruises still haven't healed. So, my instinctive desire not to be crushed to death kicked in and I fought my way back to air. At that moment, I vowed that however nasty the crowd for MCR would be, I would stick it through to the end. Well, I made sure to shove my way close to the stage during the two preceeding acts. I was about 10 feet from stage when Gerard jumped on. The moment I spied him, chills surfed through my body. Here I was, just 10 feet from the man of my dreams! After the second song, the crowd went berzerk again. I tried to tough it out. People were crashing into me from the left and from the right. My toenails were torn off. People passed above and occasionally landed on top of me.

Well, I'm not a big girl. I weigh about 120 pounds. I couldn't even see the band anymore and the panic inside me was rising. So, I fought my way out again, stopping to help up an unfortunate girl who was almost trampled. Visions of European soccer games flashed in my mind and as I exited the throng, a tear came to my eye and a lump grew in my throat. Not because I was almost squished, not because it was at least a 100 degrees outside, and not because my toes were bleeding. It was because my heart was aching. My favorite MCR song swelled in the distance and Gerard shouted to the girls, "hey ladies - are these pants too tight?"

For the next couple of days, my emotions were raw. Every song that played on the radio seemed to sink right in and go straight to my heart. Good lord, there has to be some way to live in that atmosphere of rock and sweat. There has to be some way for me to be part of the music.