Tuesday, August 14, 2007

TOUCH ME AND YOU'RE DEAD, BITCHES!!!

What do Greenday ---- My chemical Romance ----- Fall out Boys ------Simple Plan} Think of you?{ TAKE IT!!! ^-^plz\for girls )

you're the Touch me and your dead kind of girl, but you can be friendly too and really pretty! Who Really likes you: Tre Cool, Ray Toro, Mikey Way, Patrick Stump, Charles Comeau, Sebastian Lefebvre Your friends: Mike Dirnt, Billie Joe Armstrong, Pete Wentz, Jeff Stinco~*~*~ What do Greenday think of you~*~*~ Tre Cool:I like her....but im a little scared on her respond... Mike Dirnt: well she's my friend Billie Joe Armstrong:i think she's pretty ^^~*~*~ What dp MCR think of you~*~*~ Gerard Way:she can be sweet..sometimes Ray Toro:Love her <3 Frank Iero:a tough chick!Mikey Way:she's friendly if you get to know her! Bob Bryar:She's um....ah....hot!!! *nods*~*~*~ What do Fall out Boys Think of you?~*~*~ Pete Wentz:She's my closest friend Patrick STump: H-O-T-T! ^^ i like her! Andrew Hurley:i don't know...she can be sweet sometimes! Joe Trohman:she's tough, and strong! thats for sure!~*~*~ What Simple plan think of you~*~*~ Pierre Bouvier:sometimes she scares me..lol..nah she's cool! Charles Comeau:nice..i like her so very much!!! Jeff StincO: she's nice to me! she's my bes friend! David Desrosiers:She is cool!!!and awesome!!! Sebastian Lefebvre:i love her because she's cute and pretty!
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*nods* Damn straight, y'alll! This quiz was so much fun. ^^ By the way, sorry to post twice in 1 day. v.v
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Kai is too sexy for his love... X3
I is listening to emo music... Tis prettttyyyyyyy.... I believe the song is called Our Dying Day.

This picture was titled "Lovers." XD

And now it's time for song-along with Kai! =D

Kai: "I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love. Love's going to leave me..."

"And I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt. So sexy it hurts..."

"And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan, New York, and Japan..."

"And I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party..."

"No way, I'm disco dancing.." *does disco point*

"I'm a model, you know what I mean..."

"And I do my little turn on the cat-walk.
Yeah, on the cat-walk, on the cat-walk, yeah..."

*blows up car* "I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car. Too sexy by far..."

"And I'm too sexy for this song!" *leaves*
Me: Okay, I know I skipped a few parts, but thats all I got... I didn't have enough or pictures to do the entire song. Alright, bye!~Shadowme(Yuki)~
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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Yeah, call to her, why don't you?
Have a go at her, why don't you?
Well, give her that look, why won't you?
Give her that call, won't you?
And don't ever think that I don't know that it's all about the Paris's and the Pinks because they know all the tricks and everybody else just catches on too damn quick.
Ignorance is bliss.
And the victims bliss is the deceivers malice.
Well, you can lie, but you know you did it.
I know you did it.
Yeah,that's right, keep denying it.
But I know as well you do that it's all about the lips and the hips and the soft bits.
Because God forbid they should ever catch on that quick.
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Shmehhhhhhhhhhh........I'm sleeeeeeeeeepy.
And guess what- it turns out that I gotta write a book report for school before it even starts. Oy....

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Thursday, August 9, 2007

*sigh* I hate myself. I just got my brother in trouble for absolutely no reason. (Well, no reason besides him being on the computer the entire day, but what else is new.) So, anyway now he hates me. '''''-___- Damn it. I'm so tired of being the selfish, lazy prick of this family. I'm the oldest of 6 kids, but you'd never know that from how I act. Man, I can barely even vacuum the carpet for my mom without complaining. T_T "Wouldn't it be great if you and me were DEAD?"


*GASP* That porno mime is holding Ryan and Spencer hostage inside a picture!

Mini-Wentz much?



AND you get to wear eye make-up! =D

lol


I don't know who this guy is... I just thought he was hot.

Vampire seckz, anyone?


OH MY PMS!! IT'S A RYRO LOOK-A-LIKE!! QUICK, SOMEBODY GRAB HIM!!!

*glare of jealousy* I want that guys hair. Or better yet, the entire guy.



Er... Yeah. I just went slightly insane with the scene kid pics there.'^^ Sowwie.

Pete:*munch, munch* Mmmmm... That's some good microphone....
Me: Pete, didn't you learn anything from last time? When you ate that blue goop and threw up? If you keep eating strange objects like that, you're gonna die before you're 49!
Pete: Oh yeah? Well, I only got 1 thing to say to that:...

Me:... Kay...

Pete: Fo' su'!
Me:Anyway... Bye.~Shadowme(The misery of Yuki)~

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Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Well... I'm sorry guys, but it looks like I'm not gonna be able to visit sites today. Gotta go to the damn pool. *sigh* Man, that place is sooooooooo boring! And not to mention all the cute boys act as if I don't exist. It's like a reminder of what I'll never have. It totally sucks. '-___-
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Sunday, August 5, 2007

Blah,blah,blah...
*DEEP BREATH* Okay... Guys, I'm gonna ask you a question and I want your honest opinion: Do you think the story-line of my fic isn't realistic? I mean, I know it would never happen in real life, but do you think it's not believable enough? Because I'm a total perfectionist when it comes to my writing, so I REALLY need to know if there's anything I can do to improve it. The trouble is, even if the story-line isn't convincing, I honestly don't know what to do about it. I mean, I can't just re-write the entire plot, can I?
Well, anyway, I'm just kind of worried about that.
As for everything else, well....
I found out I'm gonna be going to Perry Hall high school in about 4 weeks. And frankly, I don't care. I mean, I definitely should considering it'll be my very first time in public school EVER. But for some reason, I just couldn't care less. *shrugs* Oh well... Anyway... Videos, anyone?

Dude, I'm totally gonna see that.

*dreamy sigh* That was my all-time favorite Potter film and this is my all-time favorite Cute is What We Aim for song.

You have a hop in your step
But a rip in your,
A rip in your rep
And everybody knows it
So be sure to be proud
And don't forget you aren't allowed to brag

I just gave myself the shivers
And that's what you get when you think about her
And I just gave myself the shivers
And that's what you get, that's what you get

With that facade
You can do no wrong
Many will enter but few will win
So please be sure to read the fine print

I spend more time in front of mirrors
Than any gent should
Because let's face it
One on one is more fun anyway
And everybody knows it
But I'm not so proud
And I'll never be the one to brag
To brag about how

I just gave myself the shivers
And that's what you get when you think about her
And I just gave myself the shivers
And that's what you get, that's what you get

With that facade
You can do no wrong
Many will enter but few will win
So please be sure to read the fine print

With that facade
You can do no wrong
Many will enter but few will win
So please be sure to read the fine print
The fine print

The arch in your eyebrows
Can tell the truth
Just imagine what your back could do
And the dance floor where I do my best
Is your, your mattress
The arch in your eyebrows
Can tell the truth
Just imagine what your back can do
And the dance floor where I do my best
Is your, your mattress

I just gave myself the shivers
And that's what you get when you think about her
And I just gave myself the shivers
And that's what you get, that's what you get
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Saturday, August 4, 2007

This is a half life, this is a half life.
Meaning, I am only half dead.
So don't go wasting your money a funeral just yet.
Well, I think you know it's better left unsaid.
And I am better off unread.
So I will shoot first and you will not ask later.
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*sigh* I am dying here. Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, DYINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!
'-__-
And the scary part is, this is me on my MEDICATION. Oy... I hate this. The best part of my day is when I'm unconcious. And, I know, I know, there's no point in writing this because nobody's going to read. But I NEED to vent.*deep breath* I am about to cry. T_T
Fuck it.
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Thursday, August 2, 2007

gsfa
Hey, y'allllll! I just finished the final Harry Potter book. It was so, so, so, so, so, sooooo good! loved it, loved it, loved it! Oh, and I'm going to talking about it now, so yes, there will be spoilers. Consider yourself warned.
Anyway, I was very surprised to find out that Snape had been in love with Harrys mom. I nearly cried at that part because it was SOO sad how he lost her. *sigh* Heart break.... Unrequited love. T_T Poor Snape. And then, Fred died. *sobs* That totally sucked! Nevil Longbottom turned out to be pretty bad-ass though, didn't he? My all-time favorite part was when Hermione kissed Ron because it was JUST SO spontaneous. XD I laughed so hard.

Anyway, I probably won't be able to get to sites. I've got a major head-ache, so I'm gonna go lie down or something. *hugs* I love you all!
~Shadowme
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Wednesday, August 1, 2007

The Catalyst, chapter 8: MASSACRE
BANG.
Another gun-shot. Another scream. Another death.
And then, the sound of more frantic running and more merciless gun-fire. Panic! at the high-school.

It's been going on like this for about half an hour now, I suppose. It feels more like an eternity though. I don't know what they are doing here. Or what they are after. Or why they have to obtain it so violently. Hell, I don't don't even know who they are. All I know is, I'm locked in a broom closet and it's damn dark in here. (The good news is, it's a broom cloaset that's big enough to be a bath-room with 5 stalls. So it's not exactly a claustrophobia-provoking room, thank God.) Well, no, that's not that ALL I know. I also am perfectly aware of how quickly this transformed from nothing but a typical, harmless, mundane Monday into a gore-filled catastrophe fit to put Jack the Ripper to shame. Yeah, you'd never believe it from looking at this scene now. But one eternity or half an hour--or however long it's been--ago, I was just minding my own business, in class, staring blankly through my literature teacher as usual, who was currently attempting to rationalize something about Mark Twain without boring our asses off. Attempting to rationalize something about Mark Twain without boring our asses off, and failing miserably. (Oh well. At least she tried.)

And then, I had to go to the bath-room. So I asked for a hall-pass, got it, exited the class-room, and began to banally make my way over to the ladies room. That's when it happened. Or, rather, that's when I heard it. The voice of an intruder, a mere turn-of-the-corner away.

"All right, kid." snarled the trespasser, obviously fed up. "I'm going to ask you one more time: WHERE. IS. SHE?"

"I....I... Don't know." Stammered a familiar voice. "I-I saw her earlier today, but we don't have all the same classes together, so..." It was Danny.

Out of the most stupid and cautionless curiousity you can imagine, I peeked around the corner to see Danny painfully suspened between a row of lockers and the intruders rough grip. Which was currently holding DaRo ridgedly by the shirt. Now, I couldn't see much of the creep who seemed to be interrogating Danny, due to his back being turned towards me. But from what I could see, I gathered that he was quite a musculer man and stood at least 6 and a half feet tall. He looked to be about 35. So, unless my school is running some sort of educational program that I don't know about, which allows police academy students to practice their interrogating skills on Paul McCartney-look-a-likes who look nothing like Paul McCartney, this guy was deffinately an unwelcome guest. But just because he wasn't a potential police-men, that apparently didn't mean he should be at all ashamed of brandishing a gun. A gun which was currently pointed threateningly into the side of Dannys' bangs. (Hmm... I can't decide if this is my worst night-mare or a dream come true.) He also seemed to be wearing a uniform of some sort. No, it wasn't a British school-girl uniform. Or that of a naughty nurse porno cliche. Or that of a bikini-advertising super model. (EWWW!! HAIRY GROWN MEN IN BIKINIS!! Twitch, twitch, twitchy, twitch...) It consisted of a long, black, insidious-looking robe-like garb with a white border, black pants beneath, and a very futuristic-looking brand of black shoes. I also saw something floating around the center of his head, which was circular like goggles, but resembled more of a black, semi-translucent halo of glass. I'm guessing it was sapposed to be a mask of sorts. (Meaning, if I was looking at him from the front, the halo would probably be covering his eyes.) He looked a little like the grim reaper. A very futuristic grim reaper who had just attended some sort of demonic cult meeting. Not that I was paying much attention to his clothes. Oh, don't get me wrong, I liked his look and all. But it would just seem somewhat odd to me to spontaneously run up to a gun-wielding alleged mass murderer, who was currently threatening to reduce your crushes brains to bloody bits of confetti, and inquire as where he bought "that fabulous black dress, er, robe." That said, let the spying continue!

"So you have no idea where she is...?" half-stated, half-asked the creep, as the frustration seeped through the mock humor in his voice.

Now, I have no idea why, but for some strange reason, I got the feeling that the creep was after more than Dans lunch money. Maybe it was the fact that upon hearing he didn't know the location of the precious "she/her," Mr. Death-wanna-be shoved his pistiol farther into Dan-Dans fore-head. Or perhaps it was the "scared shitless" expression that was currently decorating that beautiful face of you-know-which-scene-causing-scene-kid. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the fact that once Danny noticed me peeping around the corner, he struggled as best he could to loosen Mr. Death-impersonaters grip upon his beloved Underoath T-shirt, ended up kicking Death-but-not-really-Death in the you-don't-want-to-know-where area, and screamed unto me: "MELINDA!!! RUN!!!" (It's BELINDA, dumb-ass.) So, of course, I turned and ran. And kept running But as I did so, I heard the sound of gun-fire behind me. And then, a moan from Danny as his allegedly bullet-pierced body hit the floor. Damn it. This couldn't be happening. This could not possibly be happening. Unfortunatley I was too scared to turn around and check if it was. Fear drove me forward. Oh, but how I WANTED to turn back. How I wanted to see if Danny was still alive. How I wanted to act as a particularly cruel dose of karma for his killer.
And, most of all, how I wanted so badly to get help. But I didn't know who to ask. (Well, besides God, of course.) After all, these guys had GUNS. AND the balls to use them. The most any of the teachers had were rulers. Flimsy, wooden, anti-bullet-proof rulers. What could they possibly do against an army of grim-reaper wanna-bes? (I knew there was more than one of them because I kept catching breif glimpes of them in the hall-ways, as I ran.) I mean, the teachrs probably couldn't even stop one of them, let alone 100 or so. Telling them about the reapers now would only make them panic. And that really wouldn't do any good seeing as how they had all of the class-rooms blocked.

I sappose I could've called the police but I didn't have my cell-phone. Besides once the paranoia set in, which was the instant I heard Danny being shot at, I just couldn't think clearly. I kept re-playing the mental video of Danny dead and bleeding on the floor over and over in my mind. So obviously I could barely even concentrate on where I was going much less formulate a plot to got everyone to safety. Which would explain why I bumped right into the school janitor, Mr. Kleyre, while making my escape. "Oof!" I grunted as I fell to the floor, being forced down by a combination of the impact of crashing into Mr.Kleyre's stomach and gravity. "Oh, Mr. Kleyre! Somebody got into the school! Somebody with a gun an-and he..." My voice got choked off and my eyes started to burn with tears. 'And he killed Danny.' There was no way I could say those words and make it out with any trace of hope at all. Even if I had been thinking them, I simply couldn't say them. I just could not bring myself to admit that Daniel Keyth Rossurie was dead. It didn't matter if he ever lied to me. It didn't matter if he ever took me for granted. It didn't matter if he ever broke my heart. All I could remember was the good times in which Danny had been my friend. Now that he was dead, I felt nothing but the permanent loss of a loved one. All betrayals were forgiven.Therefore, there was no way I could admit he was gone without crying. But fortunately I never had to finish that sentance just then because evidently Mr. Kleyre already knew. (Already knew the school had been invaded, not already knew Danny was dead.) Either that or was just in the habit of taking high-school girls by the hand, leading them to a very near-by broom-closet, telling them to stay concealed in said broom closet until it was all over, and locking them in with the promise of his return with armed authorities in the very near future. So there I was. Left in the dark. With nothing but the so-called "calm" before the storm. Or, in my case, the paranoia before the panic. For, soon after I was locked in, there was more gun-fire. And more running. And more screaming. And more bodies hitting the floor. These men in the black robes truly are grim reapers.

Meaning, there is nothing keeping me from Death but the wooden, flimsy, locked door to a darkened broom-closet and a few cleaning implements which might be used as weapons if said door breaks. Translation: I'm screwed. Screwed and probably soon to be dead. (Oh, don't you just love these thriller/horror novel cliche's?)
Anyway, like I said, it's been half an hour since I was first locked in here. And obviously Mr. Kleyre has yet to return with the police. Translation: I'm still screwed. But oh well. It could be worse, right? Right. I mean, I could be one of those poor teenagers trapped in the hellish haze of hysteria and violence directly behind this door. Not to mention, the legions of "Death, but not really Death" have yet to find me. I may be screwed but for the moment, I'm still unharmed. I attribute this to the fact that the entire time I've been in here, I've been praying decades of the rosary for myself and everyone out there amongst the gun-fire and corpses. I lost count of how many decades I've said so far, but I estimate it to be somewhere around 15. And evidently someone Up There must admire my persistence because just as I finish up concluding my 17th decade, I notice every thing's quiet. No more screaming. No more gun-fire. No more hysteria. Total silence. (Yeah, it'd be kind of a relief if it wasn't so damn creepy.)

Apparently the massacre is over. Or, at least, it seems to be... (HA! See? This is proof that God listens to teenagers!.... Especially when they've got nothing but a broom closet and a few mops separating them from 100 or so strong men with guns and vast mental instability.) Then again, the army of Death-impersonators could've just moved on to the next floor or something. "Hmmm..." I half murmur, half muse."Just to be safe, I think I'll wait a little longer." So I do. Still quiet. And then, about 5 minutes later, I hear Cori call me: "Ohhhhh, Beli-waaaaaaaaa... Where are youuuuu? You can come out nooooooow. It's all safe. Coast's clear." 'CORI!' I thought, as my heart lept with joy. So she WAS alive. So they HADN'T succeeded in killing off 2 of my friends. So she WAS unharmed. So the massacre WAS over. Oh, goodie, goodie gum-drops!
And now for the bad news. Unfortunately, the instant I sprang from the now-unlocked closet with a cry of euphoria at seeing that Cori was unharmed, I was immediately seized by 3 of the reapers. Caught. As they carried me off, I desperately looked to Cori for help. That's when I saw it. The glint in her eyes. The sneer on her face. The sheer "I-just-got-rid-of-a-huge-burden!" expression on her face. It was obvious. She sold me out to these reapers. Stabbed me in the back. Well, goodie, goodie gum-drops indeed.
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

ha... MY NEW THEME IS COMPLETE!!! BWAHAHAHHAHA!!! NEWneszzz, gangstaaaaazzzz....
Oh, and I finally got 160 gust book signings. W00t!!
Anyway... I'm bored. EMO BUT NOT REALLY EMO TIME!!

I have got 17 days to kill and 15 minutes to steal.
And I am still stuck lying in a pile of murdered hours.
They say time is the most treasure you could hope for.
But if that's true, then I must be a millionaire by now.
I've got nothing but free time and divided attention.
He's got nothing but a full schedule and a few legions of invisible brain lesions.
So I guess that makes us even.
And there is a grave-yard outside my window all prepared for the 17 days I have to kill and the years I have to waste.
He has got nothing but a full schedule.
I have got nothing but my stolen 15 minutes.
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