You and Me and the Moon

So, I officially have a new favorite band to listen to: This Is Ivy League.

I'd heard of them numerous times, being that I love Cobra Starship, and TIIL is Ryland and Suarez.

But, they are so much better than Cobra. Definitely one of the better indie bands around. So, I provided a video.

"London Bridges"

Comments, questions, concerns?

PS: just ordered my Mondayeyes bracelet, Check that Juliet! :)

Crunchy Friends in a liquid broth!

So, The Mighty Boosh is the greatest show EVER. I've been watching it for a while, but stopped and now I've started again.

If you haven't seen it- go, now. It's brilliant.

Back to the future much?

So, I've just uncovered something truly magical- William Beckett's blog from when he was like 18-19. He has developed so much as a writer, and definitely as a person as well. It's almost funny to see the difference. There's some crazy stuff that gives me some crazy ideas.

Needless to say, I can't read the entirety of each blog- but the parts I am able to view are more than sufficient.

My day has officially been made...no, my week. Thanks Beckett.

Tomorrow are taste tests and Trevor's BBQ.

Can anyone guess what I'm going to be for Halloween?

But why must we eat Kit-kats? "Because they taste like something else that is good"

AP Lang test was today- not fun in any way.

But, the highlight of my day was that I was able to use the line "melancholy and only of the infinite most sadness" in my essay. Which is you didn't get it already was an allude to Smashing Pumpkins.

I was happy, I got my descriptive essay back and got an alright grade, not as good as I would have hoped. But, the positive thing is that Mrs. Douglas said I have a wonderful writing style and I would have gotten a higher grade if I were to have elaborated more. All I can say is damn.

I have a bag of miscellaneous candy by my bed, I'm tempted to eat it- so I will.

Any ideas on what I should write my next piece on?

Amanda's:

Name drop of the day: Walt Disney

Song of the day: Aladdin- One Jump Ahead

Tell you're boyfriend, if he says he got beef- that i'm a vegetarian and I ain't fuc**ng scared of him!!

I don't know why, but I feel this mad urge to express my undying love and respect for 3OH!3.

They may put on the whole "I'm a stupid gangsta and like girls boobs" persona. But, really Nat (I haven't really spoken to Sean), is the sweetest, most sincere, intelligent person I have ever spoken to.

He is a truly amazing artist and I am genuinely happy to have heard their music, and been able to talk to him. So, Nat- seriously thanks. I'm going to try to make it to the Taking Back Sunday show that you are playing, but it's not looking to good.

Anyway, I love 3OH!3, and I love can't wait for both:

1) November 9th- Disneyland, I haven't gone in a few months and I'm going to go insane.

2) December 27th- First MFH show in a seriously long time. MFH, Laundromat Robbery- it couldn't get better than that unless Bill Beckett or Nat showed up.

TTFN!

Amanda's:

Name Drop of the Day: Nathaniel Motte

Song of the Day: 3OH!3- Colorado Sunrise

Candy and Horror Movies!?!

So, Halloween is going to be epic.

I'm going trick or treating- yes, I am 16, thank you very much.

Then, Doris and I are going to have a horror movie marathon. I think it's going to go down like this:

The Exorcist

The Shining

Rosemary's Baby

Candyman

Then we may add some more. I don't know. I'll probably fall asleep.

Trevor's BBQ this weekend is going to be massive. Like 100 people there atleast, it makes me hungry just to think of it. There is going to be some tasty eats, and delicious treats- wow, I am officially lame.

So, 'till later today, tomorrow, or sometime after that.

Santi!

~Your very own Bedtime. Story.

PS: Parent shadow day is tomorrow, so I'll probably have funny stories.

Amanda's:

Name Drop of the day: Lil John

Song of the day: Baby I Got Your Money- Say Anything Cover

This is what I live for.

So, finally a decent looking film. It looks completely epic and I am way too excited.

Click here to view the trailer. Watch it and tell me it's not going to be amazing.

Haven't Done this is a while, but...

Amanda's:

Name drop of the day: Nathan Wrann

Song of the Day: The Academy Is...- Down and Out

the star streaked sky.

I've always wished I could draw, I think it's the most amazing thing. But, I'm really impatient and get ridiculously frustrated way too easy. So, I've just never been able to actually apply myself. But, I found this instructionao drawing website written by some art teacher and it is really informative, so I'm actually goijng to take the time to practice and get better. I'm really excited.

Yep. Oh, and I'm way more into short stories, or descriptive writing. But, I wanted to try my hand at poetry, well good poetry, and the finished product makes me extremely happy.


As I looked into the star streaked sky
I felt a tiny boy, by my side.
Small and tender, no regrets.
He forced me to remember, never fret.
The life he made was full of joy.
Memories of candy and toys.

A dainty girl arrived by my side and told me
“Amanda, don’t you cry”
Her dainty hands wrapped around mine and reminded me
I don’t have time.
This generation is filled with fear.
That they may not last another year.

Feat is the trigger for our lives.
It is our hopes, it is our cries.
Fear is what makes grown men tear
And little girls, grasp at their pretty hair

One days soon we’ll find each other and know that
Some day or another, fear will be a memory
Of days that were never meant to be.

Bill and Trav's Bogus Journey

I don't know why I always have to make ridiculous faces in pictures. I think it may be because I'm trying to decide what face to make and I always get stuck in between.

So, yesterday was TAI... and it went down like this:

Got to HOB at about 3:00 and got in the meet and greet line. First, we had to do this meet and greet thing where they all sat at a table and signed crap (no pictures=lame), then if we had time we could mingle.

So, Bill was first and our conversation was as follows:

Bill "Hey how have you been?"

Me: "Fine thanks, and you?"

Bill: "Good , so are you excited for the show?"
Me:"Yeah, I'm super excited"

Bill : "Cool, well thank you for coming"
Me: "OF course, so how's your throat?"

Bill: "It's good, I feel way better, I slept for like 11 hours"

Me: "Well, that's good- see you later"

Bill: "Enjoy the show"

Then I talked to Carden, Chizzy (Who gave this explanation of how he was drawing an arrow next to the date so I wouldn't forget), Butcher, and Sisky. They all asked how I was and is I was excited and they were all super nice.

Then, we got to do the mingle thing. So, I didn't want to be rude, so I just stood there and Bill came right over to where I was standing, of course a mob formed around him and whatever. So, I patiently waited and every time I tried to ask him anything, some one would interrupt. So, I moved back a little and then to the side and he did the same. Whatever. So, for 10 minutes I waited for Bill and then he looked at me, eye contact and all and as I was about to ask for a a picture, someone cut me off again. I was pissed. I mean, he couldn't have stood up for me or something? I understand that he gets attacked on a daily basis and people are ridiculous, but come on!

So, I finally got a picture and I was the only one the entire night that he bent down and smiled for. That was cool. Then I gave him the thing I wrote and was like "I wrote this for you, it's not much, but it's from the heart" He smiled and expressed his appreciation. Right. He probably isn't even going to read it, well, I can hope, but eh.

Oh, and some girl gave Bill a necklace and I saw him carrying it. Then, later she said that she found it on the floor. Lame.

Then I got a picture with Butcher whom I told had a spectacular beard. Then Sisky who said he liked my shirt, which I knew he would. Then we got in line to go in for Early Entry and what not.

Hey Monday was pretty cool. Carolina Liar was whack amazing. So good.

Then We The Kings didn't really disappoint either. They were actually pretty good.

TAI... was amazing, as expected. But, during Automatic Eyes (Acoustic), some girl just kept yelling stupid crap like "Bill you're so beautiful" "Bill I love you" and Bill looked really disappointed, like 'Why can't I just sing a song from my heart with out getting yelled at. I was pissed again. Poor Bill.

Oh, and after the show I wanted a set list, so I was waiting, and I was looking around somewhere and all of a sudden I feel something hit me in the face and drop to my shoulder, then the ground. I look and it was a pick and no one else saw, so I got it. Yay!!

So, everyone was nice and Bill was a little disconnected, as expected, but whatever.

Ralph Waldo Emerson/Why We Should Pay Attention In School

Yeah, "Self-Reliance" is basically brilliant! Read it, now!

"There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide"

"To be great is to be misunderstood"

So, Bill Beckett is basically amazing, check it:

The William Beckett Blog.

Reading his blog makes me happy to the most extreme extent.

Oh, and I've included this scan from some guy's blog (credit to that guy) and I basically thought it was the most hilarious, if not the most inappropriate piece of school work EVER. You'll probably have to save it and zoom, because I can't get it any bigger than it is. But, trust me, it's worth it.

This Is Halloween.

So, it's Halloween soon, and in the spirit I decided to post some of the greatest TAI Halloween shots of all time. I'm not a fan girl, I swear.

1. HEY SISKY! IT'S YOUR HEAD!! Not Halloween, I realize, but, it's a bunch of funny heads, all belonging to Adam T. Siska. Exhibit B: Group Halloween shot=priceless. I mean, Butcher the 8 roll mummy, Esmerelda the dead tranny hooker, bill...just bill as a skeleton, Dr. Fear=the scariest of all doctors/clowns ever, and MGC's first Halloween. For sure.
3. Adam T. Siska as Esmerelda, the dead tranny hooker. I had this as the wallpaper on my phone for the longest time. Needless to say, people had nightmares...not me though. Well, just the one. No, kidding.

Neon Body Style

We stealin' shit

Even if it from our friends

We the pimps.

Do what it takes to make ends.

Like scented candles and beds.

Cause Neon Body Style always wins.

Alright.

Don't get heartburn from that chile con carne!

So, erm...this is a little story...
Yeah.

So, me=standing and who else but Nathaniel freaking Motte walks up to me and asks me if I want to take a picture with him. I gladly say yes, obviously. Then we had a conversation and it went down like this:

Nat: "Hey, what's up? How've you been?"
Me: "Good, thanks. You guys were seriously amazing, as usual"
Nat: "Wow, thanks so much, so I saw you getting a little crushed in the pit, are you alright?"
Me: "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little sweaty"
Nat: "Haha, sweaty"
Me: "Haha, yeah. So, when do you think you're going to be coming back to Southern California"
Nat: *gives , literally, a five minute long explanation telling me all the deepest and darkest tour secrets for the upcoming few months"
Me: "Oh, cool...really...oh" *Starts to walk away*
Nat: "Well, it was really cool talking to you, see you later"



So yeah, it's official. I am marrying Nathaniel Motte. Well, maybe not, but erm, figuratively, or yeah, I'm done.

And As The Bright Light Came Nearer, Her Vision Became So Much Clearer.

She pulled her tattered bag close to her growling stomach. She attempted to hurry along, but was stopped by the thick sea of students. She stood there uncomfortably, pigeon-toed and feeling as awkward as she ever had. The potent scent of youth undulated from every crevice of the cold concrete that she had grown to know as home. She grimaced at the disgusting display of life that was parading about, oblivious to the irrelevance of their existence. The blistering heat of the Southern California sun was the only reminder that she was alive, and she was late for class. So, she made her way to the splintered wood, wrapping her lanky fingers around it and getting her soft, delicate skin scratched. She sat down, in the uncomfortable, dilapidated chair. She was ready for the pointless, uninformative babbling called a lecture. She was ready to nap, accepting her own over-analytical, self-conscious, awkward self. She was ready to be alive, to live.

The Harsh Light of Day.

So, I started posting on Mondayeyes (thank you, Mr. Beckett) and I just thought I'd post the same things in both places. So, here's my first one. I actually really liked how it came out.

As she strained to open her eyes, stained with worry and aged by her countless doubts, she realizes the only time she feels whole is in this second, the second when she barely wakes up. The second where no one is there to judge or belittle her ideals, beliefs, and ideas. But, the sizzling heat of the newly risen sun burst through her lightly tinted bedroom window, gracing her with the horrendous thought of reality. She had to become what she always hated and hate what she always wanted to be.

The Crow:Wicked Prayer, More like wicked bad...

So, I've just started watching this piece of crap, you know Edward Furlong, David Boreanaz- what could be better. Well, a lot of things I guess, but at the time it sounded entertaining.

But, let me tell you. DO NOT, i repeat, do not watch this horrendous movie.

I mean, dog crap would be better suited to act than Tara Reid.

The acting is just horrible, and all I can see is Angel, but in the sun. It's weird and he is a horrible actor. Well, I like him, really REALLY like him as Angel, but other than that he just fails. Whatever.

Whoah. Furlong's heart was just ripped out of his chest. This movie is officially ridiculous.

Post-Blog addition: I would actually like to correct myself, David Boreanaz is also spectacular as Seeley Booth...in Bones. But, other than that- no thanks.

PS: I still want a life size Angel.

Ah the shame that youth is wasted on the young.

My essay that's due Wednesday is officially awesome, finally. I'm a descriptive writer, not an analytical writer, so this is my style and I'm so happy with how it turned out.

Anyway, I love Buffy so much, the show is brilliant beyond words, I know I've already said that, but it really deserves numerous shout outs. I might start reading the comics, but then I'd become addicted to them, and I don't know if i have the time for that right now, well I know I don't.

The picture makes me laugh because it brings back some serious memories. It's super old school in only the best way possible.

Toasted Skin

I've been switching between watching Buffy and Greek, it's all very exciting.

I've decided that I like Evan and Cappie equally. Evan is a much deeper character than I originally thought, I liked the fact that he had a beard/goatee combo and wanted to join Kappa Tau. But, I like that he is a responsible, put together adult.

Then, there's Cappie. I like that he's simple. I like that he doesn't take things for granted and has a severe case of the funnies.

I think if we combined Evan and Cappie, as characters, they would be the perfect guy.

I've probably thought about this way too much. I mean, it's not really a complicated show, so the character's aren't really as complicated as I made them. But, I don't know, I like to be analytical, it gives watching TV a point.