MEME

I was tagged by Brigity, you fend.

1. When did you start blogging and why? Or, talk about your blog. What can I learn about you in under five minutes?

I'm really opinionated, on everything even things I don't know much about. I love attention, and when you combine a person with too many opinions and a need for attention you get a blogger.
I've always used the journal option on websites like Myspace and Deviantart, always getting myself in trouble with my opinions and my attitude... I got a blog on some shitty little blog site with a bunch of brainly kids. And I slowly stopped posting. And that's how it kind of always is, I think of things to write about all the time but I never find the time to do it, or the words just don't come out correctly. So I just keep them in my head.

2. How do you use blogging to build friendship?
I don't really, blogs have ruined a friendship too many times. You can go back in mine and back in Brighton's and find multiple upset posts. When I first started blogging I made a friend named Pierre, and he was quite the character but he kind of disapeared so I don't know.


3. Who do you read every day, rain or shine?
I used to read Emily Andrew's Blog! Fun fact: Blog is named after my own owl bling She was going to ACHS and I missed her and I liked reading her writing and her opinions. She was one of my friends that I didn't get to talk to much. I don't read it much anymore because I don't have the time. ]:

4. Why did you choose to share that piece of yourself in a photograph?
That picture is me. When a person says "you know. I'm just me!" that is me just being me. Maybe if I was wearing like... some jew bling or something, then possibly it could be more me. But this is only in theory.


5. How would you describe your writing style?
scattered as hell. In my writing I won't stay on topic and it's usually just really terrible. Usually unoriginal, too.


6. If you could spend time with any other person who blogs (excluding spouses) , who would it be?
I'm going to sound really strange and my friends are probably going to cry tears of pure fear when they read this but um... Perez Hilton. I really want to meet that man... thing. I want to talk shit about everyone and everything with the best! I want to be a diva and drink tea with [eewwww there wasa bug on my neckkkkk!] him! and and and. Idk. He just seems like fun.


7. What don't you write about? Anything a no-no in your book?
The obvious, things everyone know about. I'm not going to write about Britney Spears. We all know what she's going through, it's redundant. My problems within themselves repeat, like I really need to repeat other people's shit.


8. How do you feel about meeting bloggers in real life?
The thing is... is that I don't really know any other bloggers other than my friends. So I wouldn't know that I was meeting a blogger. I've met people offline before, I'd assume it is like that. Maybe you'd know them on a deeper level from reading their SOUUUULLLLLS.


9. Have you written anything controversial? Is blogging controversial?
Let me ask you this: Is anything I write not controversial? My myspace blog is nothing but controversy. I've gotten in trouble with school with friends' parents, with members of the site, it's like. wow. I enjoy it. Well, to an extent. I like being noticed, most people do. But I don't like being hated, I just like my opinion to be heard.


10. Are you and your blogging persona the same person?
I have many personas so yes. But I have multiple blogs on different sites and I'm different on different sites. So yeah, I am. I can't help it, it's just how I act. I'm weird that way.


11. Have you ever posted on a site anonymously to flame them?
Never anonymously. (brighton: you have flamed a single person before. note a site. but a person.)

I call it trolling or like... spamming. whatever. I have. It's entertaining as hell. I really don't care. Not on blogs though, that's personal. That is like defacing a diary.


12. If you had a superpower, what would it be?
Well, this one seems to fit in. ;/

Hmm. It would beee the ability to heal myself and others. that'd be badass. so if I got hurt I could be liek SIKE. and get better. or if some got shot in the head I would be liek SIKE. I could even use it to mess with someone. hurt them over and over again. NEVER let them die. hehehe.

=]


Now it's your turn, who do you tag?

NOONE READS MY BLOG.

IF SOMEONE READS IT THEY DO IT. MMMKAY?

comment this shit if you do.

Don't holler at me

When you holler baby
When you holler at me
What you want me to be
When you holler baby
When you holler at me
What you want me to

I won't be strong and I won't brave
I never stay
Because you don't treat me the right way
I won't be apart of this drawn out game
I never stay
Because you don't treat me the right way

You're holding my back against the sunshine
You might not think its over
But it's over for me
I need your reflection like a thin line
You might not think its over
But it's over for

I won't be strong and I won't brave
I never stay
Because you don't treat me the right way
I won't be apart of this drawn out game
I never stay
Because you don't treat me the right way

You don't treat me the right way

I won't be strong and I won't brave
I never stay
Because you don't treat me the right way
I won't be apart of this drawn out game
I never stay
Because you don't treat me the right way

You don't treat me the right way






it's my fault, it's my fault. I'm the bad friend who doesn't understand.
go away you viscous thing, leave me now, I'm the king.

Caspian Fashion

This weekend probably didn't seem like anything special to most, but to those Utah Fashionistas it was what they've been waiting for all year. It was Jared Gold's Caspian Runway event starring Lisa D'amato. I wasn't aware I was going, when I heard it was sold out my heart dropped; was I going to miss not only a Black Chandelier event, but his big fashion show? No, of course not. My crazy aunt Debbie met a very important person at the red party (hosted by the Cyber Sluts at Hotel Monaco) who told Deb she would not only get us in the VIP section but she would get us in backstage. Though each VIP ticket cost 100 dollars she only needed to pay for two. We got there an hour early, there was already a line to get into the general seats. Once we got backstage, me and Brighton were afraid to venture into the hairspray fog to witness couture in the making. We did of course, since when were we the types to punk out? At first I just felt like our 5'0 tall fatty asses were getting in the way but I realized we aren't celebrities to these people, they're from all over the country! We were important because we were in there without a press badge. From the moment we stepped into the room, my goal was to find D'amato. When we found her she was posing for pictures while getting her hair done. She called us over, she liked my DI leopard print stiletto boots. We talked with her about being fashionable even when poor until we were told to leave the area because we weren't with hair and makeup. We went back to our safety corner taking pictures as if we were paparazzi. A few minutes after they opened the doors to the public we went to go to our seats, I wanted everyone to see us coming out of the dressing room, I wanted their envy. I don't think anyone noticed, but it was okay. We had front row seats, down about half way from the front of the runway. We were sitting between a dapper bald man and a woman who casted the models. We talked with the woman about Highschool Musical because she did the casting, it was interesting. I didn't get to mention our school, (East Hollywood High) it would have been cool if she could come talk to our school about her job. Oh well.
We saw part of the Scenester army get escorted in by our friend Anthony, we loved how crappy their seats were. They saw us too, Fat Fire-alarm voice girl threw her arm in the air to flip us off. We didn't let it bother us because we were indeed much better than they were that night.We also saw "Gypsy girl" she was way in the back but she saw us as well. She was making faces at us, not bad faces though. She's so awesome with her cute outfits and weird accent. Everyone was there, our friend DJ Justin Strange wasn't, but all of our friends from Black Chandelier and our adoring fans were. (that's right, we have adoring fans.)
Deb got into a VIP seat, though she did not pay for one. She was sitting next to a very important person who happened to point us out to her. She didn't say "OH YEAH THAT'S MY NIECE AND HER FRIEND" she let him go on about how we were at all the events and how amazing we were, after that she mentioned she knew us. It's a pretty amazing feeling to be... well, famous! The people sitting near Debbie were people who either owned, managed, or worked at Landis salon. (fun fact: that salon is across the street from my hair place) two of them looked like famous people: Joe Trohman and Brandon Flowers... if they were gay.
We were able to say hello to our friends once they were done seating people, Trevyr looked so cute with his pony tail and yellow blazer, Hailey actually escorted us to our seat, and Anthony seemed a bit stressed out, it was nice to see him though. Once the fashion show started we didn't really care about anyone else but the models. We were little fashion critics; we talked about the models' walks, appearance, and overall presence on the runway. Lisa started out the show, her fur legwarmers just would not stay up, she didn't let her anger show. She also ended the show, that's when me and Brighton got to see her tits. Possibly the best pair I've seen ever. Despite Audry Kitchens' claims of being a model, she had the worst strut. She didn't move her arms and looked like a complete dick. The photo at the beginning of this entry was the best, she was so elegant and graceful. This show made me want to go into the fashion industry even more, it really truly did. After the show we hung around waiting to see some people, that and Brighton and Deb had to piss.
In the bathroom (waiting for them to finish pissing) these two girls came in and we started talking about my awesome boots and how I got them at the DI... I didn't get their names, come to think of it, but we had a pretty decent conversation. One of them asked me how she looked in her jeans, it was peculiar but I thought it was awesome that she would ask.
Brighton slept over so we could go to the SHOP W/ THE MODELS the next day. We were pretty stoked out to go, I was a little nervous. When we got there we immediately saw Jared and Aja , it was going to be a good time. A bunch of our Black Chandelier buddies were there, it wasn't as packed as last time. We saw a dance party in the back so naturally, we joined in. It was a weird feeling, jamming with Lisa D'amato to Gwen Stafani. We were getting our pictures taken by professional photographers, my mom, Clint Catalyst, and random shoppers with their camera phones. I quickly noticed we were the only fans that were interacting with the models... Probably because we're so much better than the normal people. B) We told Lisa that we thought her tits were nice, she showed us them and told us how they weren't real, it was so awesome! Ha ha. I don't know how it came up but we asked if we could sign her stomach, she said yeah and then she was having everyone sign her! Jared signed them damn tits, and a hella lot of people signed her ass. It was so chill; we didn't do much shopping, we did more talking with Lisa. She dished on America's Next Top Model, it was pretty interesting hearing the truth about Reality TV; she told us about how they told her she would win, but Tyra would hold her down. They told her to change who she was, she didn't of course, that's not how she does. So in the long run, it was good she left. She told us how she had a bad home life until she was 16 and she hasn't seen her terrible mother since... It was really sad but at the same time uplifting to know she could turn out extremely successful. Me and Brighton got her to sign our shit, she wrote "don't do what anyone tells you" "do your shit and do it well" "that's how we do" and "if you can't be a good example, but a horrible warning! Ha ha. LOL." Brighton got an accordion and I got a Next American Massacre Tee-shirt. :]
Before we left Jared thanked us so much for coming to all their events and we said goodbye to everyone. It was an amazing fucking weekend.

If I get another question about who are in the pictures with me, I'm going to explode. (part of why I wrote this blog.)

SUPA FLY DOBBL DEE.

take a breath now

So break ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
Shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it

Bad friend

I'm a bad friend, as most of my friends have already figured but don't have the balls to tell me directly. I usually blame my health, but maybe it's just that I'm a bad person. That might explain the hateful blogs written about me every other week. It might explain my choice to continue friendships with terrible people. It might explain why I haven't made friends at high school. And you know what? It could probably explain my health problems.
So I'm going to work on not being opinionated, let them make bad decisions, let their actions hurt me and the people around me, let them fight even more. Obviously, my caring, is actually hate that I like to say is 'care.'

Hey Brighton, just by the way, don't worry about me getting in your way anymore.
I'm gone.

oh dear

I don't want to wake up tomorrow.

Dear Emily

Dear Emily,
You're someone that I think very highly of, but I still underestimate you. If I could be like any person in the world it would definitely be you. I enjoy reading your blogs, I never thought I would, but even your sad blogs are bearable to read, maybe it's because they aren't directed at me, but you consider the readers of the blog, not just 'I'M IN A BAD MOOD SO I'M GOING TO SAY TERRIBLE THINGS.' You're always very literate, how someone can talk about experiences with me and Willy Kerber and say it with integrity and grace is beyond me.
Joey T reads your blog, and he barely reads mine. He always throws "Things my boyfriend says" quotes my way and I know he got the link from your blogger site.
But anyway, I don't know if I've ever told you how much I respect you, the friendship started after at least two years of hatred and it was mainly dirty jokes and stupid actions. That's all I really thought of you during the first part of our friendship "Lol, Emily is so disgustingly fun." but I totally think differently now, you're like a god, basically. I was really impressed by a recent entry about your breakup with David and the way you wrote it was astounding. You mentioned how it would affect everyone around you and listed the pros and the cons and then at the very end you said "And as for me, I won't be happy right now, but that's okay. I'll be alright eventually. Don't worry. It's not always about me anyways. Although this is, very much, sometimes, others deserve to get something too." It was like you went through the whole broken-up process in a few hundred words.
You're an incredible person with more problems than me, but you handle them so much better. I hope you never end up broken down, if I was religious I would pray for you to be happy and successful for the rest of your life. Even if you don't, I hope I can go through your difficult annoying life and we can sit over tea and forget it all, even if it's just for an hour or two.

Tea crew for life.