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OMNOMNOMNOM PIZZA <3 and also, anna S yells kind of ridiculously loud when you tickle her feet. DO NOT TRY THIS IN THE TRAIN, KIDS, I SPEAK FROM EXPERIENCE. :PP

and now we've got a crapload of unhealthy stuff to eat, and we're just waiting for the sun to go down so that we can actually see anything, and then! LET THE PIRATING COMMENCE! \o/

LOLOL DEBBIE HARRY IS FEATURED ON FOB'S NEW ALBUM? omgwhat. :DDDDDDDD

lol so at first I slept, and then I just stumbled around like a walking dead, and looking even worse, and then I started cleaning my room and BOOM, suddenly i was Duracell bunny on a coffeine high. I even rearranged my bandom wall! IT'S SHINY AND PRETTY NOW. \o/

anyway, now i'm done, and all my energy's fucked off out the window and i'm feeling vaguely like i imagine a wet rug to feel, so i'm gonna go pass the fuck out. but before that, i'm going to re-read this for the umpteenth time, AND YOU SHOULD TOO! Seriously, you guys, Brendon and the Purple Crayon? A cartoon that Ryan, Jon and Spencer draw to make Bden feel better? The Petemonster? HUNGRY HOBO RYAN?? SERIOUSLY, THIS IS _AWESOME_. GOGOGOGORUN!
http://sekkritbandomlj.livejournal.com/56124.html

OMNOMNOMNOM I totally had a dream about Hot Beanie Guy (aka HBG) from my bus when I passed the fuck out a few hours ago. YOU GUYS, HE'S SO PRETTY, I AM NOT KIDDING, HE MAKES MY LOINS QUIVER! (and he's got seriously amazing hands, you guys, his haaaaaaaands.
...ahum.)
and omg, OMG, DOUGIE LOOKALIKE! (aka HBG's Friend) I just stared and was all "...omg. OMG THERE IS A GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE DOUGIE POYNTER IN MY BUS. EXCUSE ME WHILE I FUCKING _FLAIL_!". (then I sent a flaily text to Salla who called me a freak. hmpf. :PP)

HBG wins all, though. (HAAAAAAAANDS! \o/)

anyway, when I got home I had a shower and then I just passed out on on my bed, being all dead like a... seriously dead thing. oh sleep, I like you so much, when did our relationship become this scarce. after just one blissful hour of sleep the bastard of a brother woke me up, though (which, okay, I had asked him to, but. still! SLEEP!) and I'm almost 100% sure that it was HBG I spotted in K-Market? or, y'know, his seriously hot brother. or then I was just hallucinating from lack of sleep, but. IT LOOKED LIKE HIM, OKAY? OR, Y'KNOW, VAGUELY. IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN HIM. I WAS HALF ASLEEP. \o/

...im sorry, this has no point. i'm gonna go back sleep now. :D

(also, I really want to watch the VP-debate with Palin - apparently she was pretty faily? which, hey, no news, but - but right now I think I'd just stare at the screen like a goldfish and then yell random insults at the screen - or, y'know, Sarah Palin, but she wouldn't hear it - and then pass out. I'm fine with the insult part, but the passing out in the middle of the debate; not so cool. so, some other day. AHAHA I WILL ENJOY SEEING YOU GO DOOOOOOOOOOWN, YOU ALASKAN BITCH. um.)

i am looking at picspams and reading his blog because my brain = not a cool place right now, and i have to go back to writing about hieroglyphs or whatthefuckever in a minute, but can i just say UHHHHHH PETEWEEEEENTZ.

sorry for spamming, you guys. :DD

'You could do it, if you loved it. If you had the heart and you had the will, you could make it happen. That's why I started playing music. Not because; oh I'm going to be the best thing in the world. Or, I'm going to be the best bass player in the world. No man. I just want to be the truth. I want to go out there and have an outlet to speak the truth with, to inspire other people to find truth in themselves. That's all I give a fuck about. Music saved my life. I feel like the story of Dumbo. Where it's the Gabe and the little feather. And he flew because of the feather. But then it's revealed that the feather is bullshit. You could always fly.' - Gabe Saporta

(OLD INTERVIEW I KNOW STFU :DD) yeah, okay, the amount of love i have for this guy and his way of summing up everything i feel so simply is kind of ridiculous. still. i keep re-reading this interview regularly, and that paragraph always jumps out on me. (along with "Victoria: I want to buy a volcano." OH, VICKY-T, I WANT YOU TO BUY A VOLCANO. THEN WE CAN ALL COME THERE AND PARTY WHEN THE WORLD IS ENDING. *bashbashbash*)

...and yeah, i'm maybe avoiding studying and trying to make the Cobra distract me, shush. :P

Dear Ms Johansson,
Thank you for using Ticketmaster. Your order number is xx-xxxxx/xxx

You have purchased one (1) ticket for the artist Cobra Starship at Carling Academy Birmingham on Jan 28th, 2009. Doors open at 19.00. Your overseas shipping tickets will be delivered to you in an unmarked white envelope.

...

SORRY ABOUT GLOATING, YOU GUYS, ILY AND I'LL TOTALLY STFU AFTER THIS, BUT I'M KIND OF COMBUSTING FROM GLEE AT THE MOMENT AND I CANNOT CONTAIN IT, OMG. OMGGGGGGGG.

OMG.

BRB FLAILING ASGSDKJGKSDJFG

EHEHEH FACEEEES. <3 also omg Ryan Ross what the hell is up with that tie? I DON'T KNOW, BUT I AM LOVING IT. <33

(also, is it wrong of me to want to lick Brendon's tattoo so bad? seriously, you guyyyyyys. *flails inappropriately*

...i have no shame.)

lol brb heading headfirst into a burnout \o/

(yeah, you can only do school + work + homework + 4 h sleep + school + work + homework + 4 h sleep + school + work (.......) (+ getting a cold!) for so long before it starts taking you out. and the moment your eyes go crossed and you almost fall asleep while reading Aku Ankka to a 9-year old, you start crying because you're out of cranberry juice, and you go to the shower and after 2 minutes can't remember if you've already schampooed your hair? that's when you know you know it's taking you out forreal. WHOO GUYS.)

but im like whatever, i have too many awesomesauce things to flail about and prepare to to get distracted by a burnout. lol. \o/