New addition to people I hate:

Dulce. I hope the next story about you going to a party that I overhear ends with you sucking off a dude with Hepatitis C. and you swallowed. or herpes.

Existing list members are:
Cotey
Kelsey Carlson
That Kaylee chick
Jake Ward(I hope you're the one with hepatitis)
AJ Brickman.
Umm... Yeah I'm having to think about it... so I don't think I should say I hate someone when I have to search for people. It should just be instinct or something. Off the top of my head.

I hope you people get cancer. Die, f*ckers.

You know what? Actually there are more people that offend me. But not because they specifically insult me, but because of the way they talk to other people, or how they look or whatever. Not necessarily hate... all the time... But I don't really like them in general. I would rather not hang out with them.
Travis the vampire
Ranisha
Travis
Casey
Trevor Wicken
Chris Hayes
There are more... Just wait...

They're on everyone else's teams, by the way. Divvy them up as you wish. But I think Ranisha as put on mine already...

Photobucket

I just regained access to my photobucket. I was going to change my profile picture on this. So I decided to go there for it. I put it my email, pressed tab, and then the password popped up. So that was easy.
The first few were surprising because it's from like, last summer. and I didn't know that the people that know my password had added more. and I haven't been there since like, last year. So then the third on is of me in Savannah's clothes. So is the 4th, and the 5th. Then the 6th is me topl3ss in her skirt and pants. This had me a bit confused. I didn't know she even took a picture at that point let alone put it on there. The next few were of me in her clothes, fully clothed. Then like, three from Satori of hanging out in Hannah and Savannah's room. One where it WOULD be a nice picture of me sitting there looking cool, except I look like I'm about to drool... Then two from Hannah's house, one on her computer, the other on her floor. Then Rob about to kiss me. Then a hamster demonstrating out he started kissing with someone(It's licking the glass). Then me. Then me without a shirt on at a myspace angle(there are actually four of them in there. Which was surprising.) Then me, me in glasses, in glasses again, without a shirt not a myspace angle, then the other three angled ones. With a picture of me and Rob in between a couple of them. Then me again, and me, and some gay things, and other stuff. I don't know why I'm telling you this, when I could just tell you to go to photobucket, put in po*pshoot314@hotmail dot com and put in deluxe for the password. Then, not only could you view all of this, but you could add wonderful titles(hehe, ti**ies(better censor it just in case it's bad for Emily's computer)) as well as more pictures that I can be shocked about later.
and Sarah and Emily seem to be utilizing that ability right now. Or in ten minutes...
So now I'm censoring anything that might be bad for the sake of Emily's computer.

F*ck all haters I see, cause I hate that you breathe

Just now, I moved my arm away from the mouse and hit my elbow on the corner of the drawer that's out. F8ck that hurt. and now I find out that Sasha(I'm guessing) has pis-ed on the floor next to the f*cking desk. What the he11? Why do they do this? This is not their mother f*cking bathroom. I'd beat them if I knew that they would recognize why they're getting beaten. Don't po*p on the floor morons! Anyway... I also hit my knee on the corner of the chair a while ago. That also hurt. and I actually had a reason for making this besides complaining or whatever.
But guess what! We moved the birds into a different room. So they're not in the kitchen and annoying anymore. I hope it'll be awesome.

So Emily has a livejournal thing. She also has a laptop. Issued from her school, so it has content watch. So because my blog is so profane, she can't read it. and people reading and being able to come here and stuff makes me feel loved. So thus begins my campaign to edit this to a G or PG rating. I call it Operation Really Dumb.

So who knows of any good bands on tour that are coming to Seattle in a time far ahead enough to buy tickets way ahead of time or sit around wanting to get them but never getting around to be willing to actually order them and stuff?

I'll be your doctor, I'll be your cure.

Sorry the last one was really long...
So if you're interested in my day today, then you are in luck!
So... this morning... what did I do... nothing... I think I played Kingdom Hearts... It got hard so I quit. Then nothing happened... Basically, I went shopping and got two new pairs of pants. OH and a vest. The vest and one pair of pants are from Value Village, the other was from an outlet mall store that sold levi's. The vest is pretty cool. I don't' know what to wear it with or if I'd wear at school though... which is depressing... Anyway. There was this mug at Value Village that said "Cheer up dad" on one side, and the other had a picture of the dad, bald, white hair, kind of crazy and surprised expression, with a gun to his head, and a party favor coming out of the other side(from his ear. Like it was a joke gun and he tried to shoot himself and it just went through). It was SO weird. I laughed a lot. I wanted to take a picture of it. But alas, my phone does not take pictures. Not to mention that I didn't bring my phone... but still. I blame it for not having features like that. So then we came home... and... I... stopped a terrorist organization... then I started my own... just for fun... and I wreaked havoc upon Stanwood... and... then I disbanded them so as to not get caught... and then I came home again... and I had a pet dragon... and it flew away... True story, by the way.

Oh how I adore you, Oh how I thirst for you, Ohhh how I need you

It's a new blog. Time to put down old grudges, old habits, and make new errors, and stuff. Or something. It's time for... something... Talking about stuff.
So that Hollywood Undead concert was the bomb. or a bomb. It was awesome. The car ride there was cool I guess. I don't remember school at all that day. I drank a bottle of water on the way there, so I really had to pee. We went to this Krispy Kreme That was just down the road from the place.













That one, actually. See the huge thing on top? Yeah. What the h3ll is that for? Seriously. Anyway. So we went there. and I had to pee. But there was a line for the bathroom. I figure I can hold it for a while. So we get donuts, and I eat one and a half. Then I just have to go. I go back there. You have to enter a code. F*CK. Right after that a guy that reminds me of Joe comes back, sees the same thing I did, and says "F*ck! You have to put in a code! That's bu11sh!t!" Then he leaves. I go get the receipt to see if it has it on there. I go back. Now there are two guys there. There's this black guy, and some other guy. He doesn't matter. one of them says the code is 110. Cool. So then the unimportant guy sort of disappears from my memory. and the black guy points out a girl and asks if I think she's cute. I just go along with him and say yeah. Then he says "She has a nice a55 doesn't she?" Now I'm wierded out. I tell him that I actually have no idea who he was talking about. He points her out more clearly, except she's in a group of girls. They're alright, so he asked again if I thought she was cute. I said yeah sure. Then the nice a55 part. I just went along with him. Then he asked if I had a cigarette. I said no, he asked if I smoked, I said no, then he asked if I smoked bud. I'm guessing that meant weed. So I said no. Then the girls came around the corner and he pointed them out and said "Don't the have nice as*es?" and I just go along with it. Some other girl walks out the door with two friends, he askes them for a cigarette, I never see him again, because i go in the bathrooom. Later, like, an hour later, in the showbox. Kyle and I just talk about how we're supposed to get in front and at the same time not let people in front of us. One of his strategies was to grab a guy's as*. So he'll back off and be like "whoa man what's going on" then you scoot in to fill his place. I don't remember what happened in the case of grabbing a girl's as*. There was other stuff that I don't remember. But yeah. At some point I think during Brokencyde's set this girl jumped or something and ran into me, she immediately apologized. Kyle yelled at her not to apologize to me. They introduced themselves at some point and asked questions. One of them was Amber, I hung around her for most of the rest of the concert. I don't remember her friend's name. Kyle told them he was drunk and I think we ended up being from Canada. I don't know if they believed that though. Brokencyde doesn't play any instruments. That's strange. Then they had a guy in a bunny come out and dance. or it was Haste the Day. I don't remember. There was a bunny suit though. It was arousing. At some point this mosh pit formed next to us, so Kyle just jumped in. Around five or ten minutes later, he just showed up behind me. We yelled our hellos and high fived. We'd get seperated somehow and then a few minutes later show up behind me. It was crazy. There were two mosh pit or circly deal things, it wasn't a tight knot of people jumping around like crazy, it was like a circle, with several people running and jumping across, then being shoved back. I was in two of those during the Senses Fail set. When Hollywood Undead came on, I sang along with everyone else. Not sang, actually, just yelling. and yelling "yeah" and putting up the rock sign. Yep. Oh, between some one and someone else, I started talking to this guy who was yelling something. Things people would yell back. So we yelled Obama. One guy who was near us was like "Yeah!" I think Mccain came next. No one agreed there. Then something about tacos. Anyway. When Hollywood Undead came on, Amber and her friend were elsewhere, I didn't see them again. Afterward, I started on my way out, and Kyle texted me asking me where I was, and I said on my way out, so he said to meet by the truck. Which Iw as going to do anyway. But anyway, I did. I saw him crossing the street and I thought about yelling to him, but then I decided against yelling. I waited for the cars to not be there and crossed and ended up right in front of the truck. Then on the way back, we stopped at Taco Bell. I got a Crunch Wrap Supreme. It was delicious.
That night, my voice was much like it was the next day, except much, much more gravely. So we got to his house, and I took a shower and slept on the couch. The next morning, I got up at around 7. My hair was a mess. So I just got it wet in the sink. I was going to wear my hat all day. Which I did. Except people tend to like grabbing the top thread and pullign it off. What is wrong with people? They suck as*. The clothes I wore to the concert(except my coats, apparently) smelled kinda bad. They were all wet from either the light rain or sweat. My jacket was wet, at least. I brought different clothes in my bag though. Just for that reason. Today, I did almost nothing.
And guess what today is. It is April Fourth. Which means in four days, it is Emily's birthday. It also means it's a monthly anniversary for Sarah and I. and it just so happens it's the sixth month. That seems like a long time. I don't know if she knows or cares all that much that's it's been six months. But I mentioned it in a message. Which included other stuff as well. But I'm glad it's been so long and we're still together.

Also, that concert makes me want to go to more. But there are none coming up that I want to go to. except Warped. Which I want to go to. I want to go to a Three Days Grace concert though. They should finish they're album and go on tour. I want to go with Michael to see them. That'd be fun.