GUESS WHO GOT A MACBOOK PRO AS AN EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT ;D
Okay, I can't really deny it because this is my blog SOOO me!
I can't wait to do all this cool blog stuff on it! Oh my God, it's going to be so much fun. I can be a real hipster & a real blogger now. Well, I need like a good camera but after I get that it's like legit. I'm a hipster/blogger/indie person/whatever. Me. Ohyeaaaah!
I can't wait for All Time Low's new album that's coming out in January. Dirty Work ftw. I think they got it from The Rolling Stones album but idk.
And I met Christofer Drew Ingle of Never Shout Never last week. NO FUCKING BIG DEAL <333 actually, it was a very big deal. fo realz - it was the best five minutes of my life.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
oh god.
if anyone were to see the background on my phone right now, they would most likely be disturbed.
it's like ... 15 pictures of alex gaskarth's face taken from what i'm guessing is a video.
nvm, 16.
but still. people would think that i'm crazy...
it's like ... 15 pictures of alex gaskarth's face taken from what i'm guessing is a video.
nvm, 16.
but still. people would think that i'm crazy...
Friday, October 1, 2010
Dru.
Drusilla: I'm naming all the stars.
Spike: You can't see the stars, love. That's the ceiling. Also, it's day.
Drusilla: I can see them. But I've named them all the same thing, and there's terrible confusion.
She was always my favorite part of Buffy. Honestly, I watched it just to see Dru. Even if she was there for only...like two seasons?
Spike: You can't see the stars, love. That's the ceiling. Also, it's day.
Drusilla: I can see them. But I've named them all the same thing, and there's terrible confusion.
She was always my favorite part of Buffy. Honestly, I watched it just to see Dru. Even if she was there for only...like two seasons?
Sunday, September 26, 2010
I like what you say.
One Tree Hill honestly has the best soundtrack of any TV show of all time. For reals. I mean, they freaking got FALL OUT BOY on their show. The only show that could top that would be A Different Spin with Mark Hoppus, but that doesn't really count.
Ever since I've started high school:
-I've been blogging much, much less.
-I've been sleep deprived.
-I've haven't been watching much TV.
-I barely go online during the week.
-I rarely read books for pleasure.
Yeah. So. Last night I slept for 12 hours. I think that's like a record for me.
Ever since I've started high school:
-I've been blogging much, much less.
-I've been sleep deprived.
-I've haven't been watching much TV.
-I barely go online during the week.
-I rarely read books for pleasure.
Yeah. So. Last night I slept for 12 hours. I think that's like a record for me.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Hey, kids, you've got a lot of potential...
As of Wednesday (two days ago), I am now officially a freshmen.
I'm so excited for high school. It looks really cool in movies and on TV and stuff. Technically, classes don't start until Monday, but I've already made tons of new friends.
Yeah, there might be some assholes and bitches along the way, but in the end I think it's going to be pretty amazing. At least, I hope it is.
So, here's to a good four years!
Lucy
I'm so excited for high school. It looks really cool in movies and on TV and stuff. Technically, classes don't start until Monday, but I've already made tons of new friends.
Yeah, there might be some assholes and bitches along the way, but in the end I think it's going to be pretty amazing. At least, I hope it is.
So, here's to a good four years!
Lucy
Sunday, September 5, 2010
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you've had the time of your life.
So this morning my parents burst into my room and tell me that they're taking my dog to the hospital since she can't move her legs. She was throwing up and wouldn't eat anything. This morning, she couldn't even walk.
Now, at around 11 o'clock, my mom comes home. She had cancer, and all of her red blood cells had dissolved. She couldn't last much longer. We drove all the way to a different pet hospital, and we decided that we didn't want her to be all cut up. We brought her home and she was breathing heavily for a few minutes. We couldn't stand her suffering. So we took her back to the first clinic they went to, and they put her to sleep.
She's gone. I still can't believe it. I spent half of my life with that dog. I was 7 when I got her, and now I'm 14. Honestly, I'm expecting for someone to just jump up from behind me and say "haha, just kidding!" But this is real life. And I still can't believe it.
So, I've realized that life is really short. You have to make it count.
Rest in Peace, baby. <3 You'll always be loved, never forgotten.
-Lucy
Now, at around 11 o'clock, my mom comes home. She had cancer, and all of her red blood cells had dissolved. She couldn't last much longer. We drove all the way to a different pet hospital, and we decided that we didn't want her to be all cut up. We brought her home and she was breathing heavily for a few minutes. We couldn't stand her suffering. So we took her back to the first clinic they went to, and they put her to sleep.
She's gone. I still can't believe it. I spent half of my life with that dog. I was 7 when I got her, and now I'm 14. Honestly, I'm expecting for someone to just jump up from behind me and say "haha, just kidding!" But this is real life. And I still can't believe it.
So, I've realized that life is really short. You have to make it count.
Rest in Peace, baby. <3 You'll always be loved, never forgotten.
-Lucy
okay, so this sucks.
All Time Low at the Fillmore at Irving Plaza is sold out. It was actually sold out in pre-sale, from what I heard.
Ugh, screw this. I'm joining the Hustlers' Club.
Ugh, screw this. I'm joining the Hustlers' Club.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
shesgotstyle
all the small town people
with their big remarks
ain't got jack to say
about my movie star
she's got style
with their big remarks
ain't got jack to say
about my movie star
she's got style
Thursday, September 2, 2010
scribbled in blue;
Manage me,
I am a mess,
swept under the rug of yesterday's home improvement,
a whimsical urge tossed aside for the easy reassurance of home and comfort.
I am the photograph tucked away as a book-mark,
in a book left half unread,
once reopened to find memories crawling back into peripheral sight,
faded, creased and lonely.
I long to be admired,
long to be held, torn and laughed at,
laughed with,
like a distant relative or an old friend breathing in their last breath.
I missed the moment when time collapsed and memory was erased,
replaced by finicky social experiments,
lost in the blur of intoxication,
sucked through multi-colored bendy-straws,
making way for a spinning world where hub-caps stood still,
but our vision didn't.
If I could leave you with only one thing,
it would be small, foldable, and made from trees,
with a few careless words,
scribbled in blue;
Take a minute to learn me,
take a moment to love me,
because I need your love to live,
and without it,
I am nothing.
-Alexander William Gaskarth
I am a mess,
swept under the rug of yesterday's home improvement,
a whimsical urge tossed aside for the easy reassurance of home and comfort.
I am the photograph tucked away as a book-mark,
in a book left half unread,
once reopened to find memories crawling back into peripheral sight,
faded, creased and lonely.
I long to be admired,
long to be held, torn and laughed at,
laughed with,
like a distant relative or an old friend breathing in their last breath.
I missed the moment when time collapsed and memory was erased,
replaced by finicky social experiments,
lost in the blur of intoxication,
sucked through multi-colored bendy-straws,
making way for a spinning world where hub-caps stood still,
but our vision didn't.
If I could leave you with only one thing,
it would be small, foldable, and made from trees,
with a few careless words,
scribbled in blue;
Take a minute to learn me,
take a moment to love me,
because I need your love to live,
and without it,
I am nothing.
-Alexander William Gaskarth
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Me and You
I dream. I hope. I try.
I laugh. I love. I need.
I hurt. I fear. I cry.
And I know you do the same things too,
So we're not really that different:
Me and You.
I laugh. I love. I need.
I hurt. I fear. I cry.
And I know you do the same things too,
So we're not really that different:
Me and You.
heregoesnothin'
Don't treat me like we're playing a game.
'Cause baby, I don't wanna lose.
Baby, I don't wanna risk it all for you.
-Christofer Drew.
'Cause baby, I don't wanna lose.
Baby, I don't wanna risk it all for you.
-Christofer Drew.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
you already know
Rap, reggae, "soul"...I really don't know how to define it,
But I can't stand to listen to that genre of music for more than 10 seconds without freaking out, complaining, shutting it off, or leaving the room.
Unless it's covered by an amazing band.
Currently Listening To: I Wanna Love You - The Maine (Akon cover)
I think it's kind of funny that my favorite line of that song is:
I love the way you shake that ass up in those jeans.
But I can't stand to listen to that genre of music for more than 10 seconds without freaking out, complaining, shutting it off, or leaving the room.
Unless it's covered by an amazing band.
Currently Listening To: I Wanna Love You - The Maine (Akon cover)
I think it's kind of funny that my favorite line of that song is:
I love the way you shake that ass up in those jeans.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Boys, raise your glasses...girls shake those...
Show us off to all your friends,
We're the trophy boys from here to if and when,
We break and break your dreams of,
Keeping us a secret.
We're the back-pocket believers,
we're the locals who went postal,
call it treason while you can.
I'm just a face for every picture,
a smile for your scrap-books,
and a story to be told, and told, but I'm
but I'm loving every second
so commemorate this hour,
as the last I spend regretting what I have.
We're the party, you're the people,
and this is how we,
this is how we do.
I love these lyrics with a passion.
We're the trophy boys from here to if and when,
We break and break your dreams of,
Keeping us a secret.
We're the back-pocket believers,
we're the locals who went postal,
call it treason while you can.
I'm just a face for every picture,
a smile for your scrap-books,
and a story to be told, and told, but I'm
but I'm loving every second
so commemorate this hour,
as the last I spend regretting what I have.
We're the party, you're the people,
and this is how we,
this is how we do.
I love these lyrics with a passion.
She died, and he died, and they both died.
I just realized that someone always dies in a Nicholas Sparks book.
In A Walk to Remember, Jamie dies.
In The Last Song, Ronnie's dad dies.
In Dear John, John's dad dies.
And I'm pretty sure that both Noah and Ally die at the end of The Notebook.
Does anybody else see a pattern?
-L
In A Walk to Remember, Jamie dies.
In The Last Song, Ronnie's dad dies.
In Dear John, John's dad dies.
And I'm pretty sure that both Noah and Ally die at the end of The Notebook.
Does anybody else see a pattern?
-L
MY SMALL PACKAGE (I'm currently hyperventilating.)
All Time Low tour dates, which I've been waiting forever for!
Here’s all 24 dates if you werent already aware..
10.18.10 North Star Bar Philadelphia, PA
10.19.10 Middle East Downstairs Boston, MA
10.20.10 Webster Theater Hartford, CT
10.22.10 Irving Plaza New York, NY
10.23.10 Recher Theatre Towson, MD
10.24.10 Shelter Detroit, MI
10.25.10 Grog Shop Cleveland, OH
10.26.10 Lincoln Hall Chicago, IL
10.28.10 The Rave II (Downstairs) Milwaukee, WI
10.29.10 Triple Rock Minneapolis, MN
10.30.10 The Blue Moose Tap Iowa City, IA
11.01.10 The Firebird St. Louis, MO
11.02.10 Slowdown Omaha, Ne
11.03.10 Marquis Theatre Denver, CO
11.04.10 Avalon Theater Salt Lake City, UT
11.06.10 El Corazon Seattle, WA
11.07.10 Hawthorne Theatre Portland, OR
11.08.10 The Boardwalk Orangevale, CA
11.09.10 Bottom of the Hill San Francisco, CA
11.10.10 Troubadour Los Angeles, CA
11.12.10 Chain Reaction Anaheim, Ca
11.13.10 The Rock Tucson, AZ
11.15.10 House Of Blues -Cambridge Room Dallas, TX
11.17.10 The Social Orlando, FL
Here’s all 24 dates if you werent already aware..
10.18.10 North Star Bar Philadelphia, PA
10.19.10 Middle East Downstairs Boston, MA
10.20.10 Webster Theater Hartford, CT
10.22.10 Irving Plaza New York, NY
10.23.10 Recher Theatre Towson, MD
10.24.10 Shelter Detroit, MI
10.25.10 Grog Shop Cleveland, OH
10.26.10 Lincoln Hall Chicago, IL
10.28.10 The Rave II (Downstairs) Milwaukee, WI
10.29.10 Triple Rock Minneapolis, MN
10.30.10 The Blue Moose Tap Iowa City, IA
11.01.10 The Firebird St. Louis, MO
11.02.10 Slowdown Omaha, Ne
11.03.10 Marquis Theatre Denver, CO
11.04.10 Avalon Theater Salt Lake City, UT
11.06.10 El Corazon Seattle, WA
11.07.10 Hawthorne Theatre Portland, OR
11.08.10 The Boardwalk Orangevale, CA
11.09.10 Bottom of the Hill San Francisco, CA
11.10.10 Troubadour Los Angeles, CA
11.12.10 Chain Reaction Anaheim, Ca
11.13.10 The Rock Tucson, AZ
11.15.10 House Of Blues -Cambridge Room Dallas, TX
11.17.10 The Social Orlando, FL
Saturday, August 28, 2010
It's better to burn out than to fade away.
To Boddah:
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!
reflections
look into my eyes
what do you see?
reflections of you
perceptions of me.
look into my heart
what do you find?
that i am like you
and you are like i.
- christofer drew
what do you see?
reflections of you
perceptions of me.
look into my heart
what do you find?
that i am like you
and you are like i.
- christofer drew
we drink and we fight and we love just because.
Windows down, pedal to the sneakers.
Turn up the volume, blow up the speakers!
Best clothes on; goin' down on fire.
Turn the lights off, turn the music higher.
I don't think anyone truly understands how much I want to see 3OH!3 live. It's so stupid that they're not playing in New York on their Streets of Gold tour.
If I were to be a singer, which is so not happening because I'm next to tone deaf, I would definitly hit up the most populous city in the United States!
But no. You think you're cooler than me - get it? It's a pun on Mike Posner, who's ALSO not playing in New York on their next tour, which is with Stephen fucking Jerzak. Ah! I love that man.
Anyways, I had a long day. I woke up at 7 in the morning and I got home at around 9 at night. Don't even ask. I'm so tired. I'm sleeping.
-L
P.S. My "Harmony" CD & flower pot came in the mail today! I expected the flower pot to be bigger. I can't wait to plant my wildflower seeds (even though the sheet is bigger than the actual pot).
Turn up the volume, blow up the speakers!
Best clothes on; goin' down on fire.
Turn the lights off, turn the music higher.
I don't think anyone truly understands how much I want to see 3OH!3 live. It's so stupid that they're not playing in New York on their Streets of Gold tour.
If I were to be a singer, which is so not happening because I'm next to tone deaf, I would definitly hit up the most populous city in the United States!
But no. You think you're cooler than me - get it? It's a pun on Mike Posner, who's ALSO not playing in New York on their next tour, which is with Stephen fucking Jerzak. Ah! I love that man.
Anyways, I had a long day. I woke up at 7 in the morning and I got home at around 9 at night. Don't even ask. I'm so tired. I'm sleeping.
-L
P.S. My "Harmony" CD & flower pot came in the mail today! I expected the flower pot to be bigger. I can't wait to plant my wildflower seeds (even though the sheet is bigger than the actual pot).
Friday, August 27, 2010
hope it gives you hell.
Now where's your picket fence love?
And where's that shiny car?
And did it ever get you far?
You never seemed so tense love.
I've never seen you fall so hard.
Do you know where you are?
I highly recommend seeing All-American Rejects live. They were amazing at Warped Tour. Now I want to see them again.
You talk like you're famous; you're shameless.
S: Blake Lively and Megan Fox are so pretty!
L: Yeah, I know. (I mean, if I was lesbo or a guy, I'd totally think Megan's hot, and I mean that in a non-creepy way. I'm totally straight.) I was actually thinking of getting a tattoo this morning because I was watching TV and Megan was on.
S: What would you get?
L: Lyrics. Good ones, of course.
S: Manage me, I'm a mess!
L: No! I should totally get a tramp stamp that says "shameless".
I've spent the last five hours talking about All Time Low and raping each other's walls on Facebook with quotations from "atlsecrets.tumblr.com". If you've never been on that site before, I highly recommend you go. Now.
Take me, show me,
The corners of your empty room,
The trouble we could get into,
Just fake it for me.
Disregard the footsteps,
And we'll never tell a soul.
L: Yeah, I know. (I mean, if I was lesbo or a guy, I'd totally think Megan's hot, and I mean that in a non-creepy way. I'm totally straight.) I was actually thinking of getting a tattoo this morning because I was watching TV and Megan was on.
S: What would you get?
L: Lyrics. Good ones, of course.
S: Manage me, I'm a mess!
L: No! I should totally get a tramp stamp that says "shameless".
I've spent the last five hours talking about All Time Low and raping each other's walls on Facebook with quotations from "atlsecrets.tumblr.com". If you've never been on that site before, I highly recommend you go. Now.
Take me, show me,
The corners of your empty room,
The trouble we could get into,
Just fake it for me.
Disregard the footsteps,
And we'll never tell a soul.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
We can conjure up something rad.
Before I start, I just want to point out that I might get mushy in this first post. It's the foundation of the future of my blog, and you know what they say! If the foundation is bad, then the house is just fucked up...or something like that.
So the first thing I'm going to do on my blog is talk about Harmony, Never Shout Never's new album that comes out today! That's just a random fact about me; I'm a diehard NSN fan. And Christofer Drew Ingle? I'd hop right on that!
I've listened to all the songs, and I have to say that my favorite song (as of now) is First Dance. It's just so damn cute. Just watch the YouTube video, I swear it's worth it. Plus, I'm a sucker for those shoobie do do doos. (;
I also picked this line from the song as the title because it was kind of cheesy. Do you get it? I'm going to explain anyways, so it doesn't really matter. So if you (my readers) continue to read, comment, and etc. this blog, I will continue writing, and together, we can conjure up something rad. Okay, so it's not that funny now that I've explained it. But I still like it.
Wow, I'm done with my first entry. And I haven't cried yet, hah! *beast* So I hope this didn't suck so much, and keep reading, 'cause together "we can conjure up something rad!"
-Lucy
So the first thing I'm going to do on my blog is talk about Harmony, Never Shout Never's new album that comes out today! That's just a random fact about me; I'm a diehard NSN fan. And Christofer Drew Ingle? I'd hop right on that!
I've listened to all the songs, and I have to say that my favorite song (as of now) is First Dance. It's just so damn cute. Just watch the YouTube video, I swear it's worth it. Plus, I'm a sucker for those shoobie do do doos. (;
I also picked this line from the song as the title because it was kind of cheesy. Do you get it? I'm going to explain anyways, so it doesn't really matter. So if you (my readers) continue to read, comment, and etc. this blog, I will continue writing, and together, we can conjure up something rad. Okay, so it's not that funny now that I've explained it. But I still like it.
Wow, I'm done with my first entry. And I haven't cried yet, hah! *beast* So I hope this didn't suck so much, and keep reading, 'cause together "we can conjure up something rad!"
-Lucy
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