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.