You're at the top of my lungs

Steal and I will cut you. I'm too lazy to make the font small. Deal with it, babes.

Kick start this tragedy
It's an addiction you'll never understand
Don't ever let them get to you
Your best bet is to run away tonight.

You could run away tonight,
so come and say we have no desire,
like the Chicago fire, we'll burn this city down
With these words we'll take what's left
And leave the rest to burn
That's the price you pay when you stab their back
then turn the other way.

This place it a disaster
But we won't give in
Until we rip these streets apart.
We all get lost in this city
But where did you go, and why are you dead?

Come and say we have no desire
Like the Chicago fire, we'll burn this city down.

APRIL FOOLS!

Okay, wow, I'm lame. Revetahw. Is it even still april? i'm just stupid like that. I don't pay attention to anything. My bad.

I'm listening to Avril Lalalalal(no, I still can't spell her last name). This time I'm not joking. heh heh heh...

Oh yeah, I'm cool.

Okay, so that was a lie too. I'm listening to SANTI. F'real. What did ya think?

So, it's rather early on this Sunday morning, but I couldn't sleep. So I'm here rambling to you fine people. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kick start this tragedy
It's an addiction you'll never understand
Don't ever let them get to you
Your best bet is to run away tonight.

Yes, I did write this. There's the whole rest of the song too. This is just the first verse. If you try jocking it I will cut you. Glad we had that talk.

-Xo

It feels kinda weird to write journal entries again. Myspace bores me, and Quizilla won't let me use HTML. So I haven't really blogged since i was missliz.

So, I'm going shoe shopping with my mom and sister today. Yay. 

But I have to go to the dentist first. Ew.

I'm trying to multi-task by writing a new song(which rocks hard, btw) and carrying on three conversations, but I keep getting distracted. Like by writing a journal entry, for example.

So, I put pics of my latest "tattoo" up. My friend had drawn it in black, although it looks kinda brown. He also used permanent marker, so it took me a while to get it off. Then i used my sister's make-up remover to get the blue star off my wrist(sorry kelly). I have this obsession with writing on myself. I can already feel the ink poisoning. Bring it.

-Xo

So, I'm back from band practise. We had a couple guys try out for the drummer since our old one moved away a couple months ago. We havn't tried to find a replacement before now. We're just lazy like that.

There were only two guys I remember: Jake and Mason. They were the two guys who could actually carry out a beat.

Jake was good, and he really concentrated. He had only been playing for about a year though.

Mason, on the other hand, was better than Jake. I'll admit that. But he also has a nasty temper, and tried to tell everyone how to do their job. When he told me I needed to hold my notes a little longer(I think I at least would know how to sing them. I DID write the fucking song), I snapped. I punched him in the face and told him to get lost. Oops.

So, to sum it up, Jake is our new drummer, Mason's a jerk, and my hand hurts. Yay.

After that, Jake and the other guys went home(we exercised our right to say "Don't call us, we'll call you") Ben played Gears of War, and Pete drew on me. I'm not joking. One of Pete's hobbies is to draw my tattoos. He likes to tell me what I'm going to get when he finally takes me out to get one(he's been planning this for a while). I'll take a picture of the latest one for you guys soon.

So, I think I've rambled long enough. Much Love,

-Xo