My Weekend was pretty amazing.
On frieday I got my hair done, it was suppose to be a dark pink, but it turned out to be a bit more red. None the less, Jeffreee Star would be proud. Soon after, I was invited to go see Shutter Island with some friends. DiCaprio was AMAZING in this movie, He played a detective that traveled to shutter Island with his partner. Shutter Island is an island devoted to the metally ill. Most people there are metally ill to the point where they are murderers. DiCaprio and his partner, Chuck, are to find an extreamly dangerous woman, Rachel Sovani. She drowned all three of her children, and used them as living dolls. DiCaprio believes somethings going on, but can't figure it out. :] This movie is filled with twists and turns. Nothing really makes snese untill the end of the movie.
I also went over to my friends house and we played card games. :D
Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
What do we have to be proud of?
What do us, the american have to really be proud of? America Isn't all that great. We've been in debt for years, our enviormental foot print is one of the largest out there, and there are so many other things. Should we be proud cause we're from America? Because we won a war way back when? I'm glad that we won, but from there we've gone completely downhill in almost everything. Most americans aren't getting the correct education, half of the americans believe we speak american, while we really speak english. We're obese, our crime rates are really high, drugs and fights are broken out everywhere. Our rules and LAw systems are no longer in tact. Are we suppose to be proud of being a complete retard to the rest of the people around the world? or a war maker? Or even a traitor?
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Viva La Weekend?
This weekend was probably the worst in history. It's no ones but mine, I made thw wrong choicesand a few mistakes, but I don't regret it. The life is for living, and althought we must keep some fears and rules, we shouldn't live for regret.
Besides that, I still have homework to make up from when I was sicka day last week. I didn't know a thing about it, and when I asked a teacher about it they told me just to forget it. But now it's suddently due? Oh well, It's all almost done anyway. :]
Besides that, I still have homework to make up from when I was sicka day last week. I didn't know a thing about it, and when I asked a teacher about it they told me just to forget it. But now it's suddently due? Oh well, It's all almost done anyway. :]
Favorite Poem
My favorite poem is Vincent by TIm burton. Its about a young boy whose imagenation gets taken a little to far. Check it out:
Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe
One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife
While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”
Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.
”Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:
“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore…”
Poem found at: http://www.timburtoncollective.com/vincent.html
Poem Written by Tim Burton.
Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe
One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife
While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”
Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.
”Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:
“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore…”
Poem found at: http://www.timburtoncollective.com/vincent.html
Poem Written by Tim Burton.
Friday, February 12, 2010
What are we really afriad of?
Chances are we are all afraid of something. To some it murderers or terrorists, while others can't stand snakes or spiders, but what are we all truely afriad of? Is there nothing to fear but fear itself? No, Theres to many things in this world to not become freaked out at. Are we suppose to live each day without fear? No, too much fear could cause metal out breaks, but to live bravely each day without a bit of hesitation could kill you. Does this mean to live in the moment? To be exciting? In ways you should. In ways you shouldn't. Everyone should live with fear and hesitations, but also know that there are somethings you must do. This is something most Live-in-the-momenters don't realize.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Random lyricssss
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream
In our town of Halloween!
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare
That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town
Don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy
Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween!
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
I am the one hiding under yours stairs
Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can
Something's waiting no to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Red 'n' black, slimy green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the moon in the dead of night
Everybody scream, everybody scream
In our town of Halloween!
I am the clown with the tear-away face
Here in a flash and gone without a trace
I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
Halloween! Halloween!
Tender lumplings everywhere
Life's no fun without a good scare
That's our job, but we're not mean
In our town of Halloween
In this town
Don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back
And scream like a banshee
Make you jump out of your skin
This is Halloween, everybody scream
Wont' ya please make way for a very special guy
Our man jack is King of the Pumpkin patch
Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song
La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween!
Valentines Day
Valentines day is probably one of the most entertaining holidays out there. People go out of thir way to express their love/likeing to someone on one simple day. Why only one day? Why can't you tell someone you like/love them everyday? This valentines will probably be like everyother, Hanging out with friends doing our geeky things like L4D or Guitar hero. :] Valentines day well spent.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Musical-ness
I love music. My favorite musicans would have to be Jerodie White, and Yo-Yo Ma. Jerodie White is a guitarist and bassist for a few bands, his most famous being Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nails. White also has his own band, GOON MOON, its more southern rock, the music the band plays reminds me of Lynard Skynard. While Yo-Yo Ma is an award winning cellist. Singers I adore are Jeffree Star, Marilyn Manson, Trent Reznor, Davey Havok, Marie Laforet, and Adam Lambert. They're all different in their own ways. Music is a really neat thing to me,I'm always listening to it. My ultimate goal in life would be to become a singer myself. Among most I've been singing my whole life, but until now I haven't taken it too seriously.
Theres also bands in my opion, suck. I really dislike the band Paramore. I also don't like Tokio Hotel or any rap music.
Theres also bands in my opion, suck. I really dislike the band Paramore. I also don't like Tokio Hotel or any rap music.
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