I am the biggest hypocrite in the world.

A mass of contradictions, if you will. What I'm just having issues with is what I read and think about getting into my main conscience and making it change my thoughts on certain things.

I just spent like 20 minutes reading anonymous gossip about Demi Lovato. How she drinks, smokes, and has sex with people and all that shit. And for some reason, I was like, Aw, Demi, how could you? But then, I think, oh wait...I drink on occassion. And smoke....well....certain things every so often. Maybe that two year difference really is so intense.

But then I was thinking about my conversion about music with Selena. fucking selena. grrr...


But whatever. I always read the shit about Jac Vanek, and scene queens. The kinda annoy me. I mean, I really hate when they are so connected with John Lennon and the Beatles. I am so fucking protective of the Beatles(and Alice) that like, it is a privilege if I still like you if you like Alice or the Beatles. Fucking Jac wants to name her firstborn Lennon(among other things...Holden, Sirius, etc). And I went, fucking scene queen bitch!

But she probably is a nice person. And I enjoy her "trainwreck" bracelet. Because I'm a speeding trainwreck in slowmotion(patenting that shit, because I like the way it sounds). And I kinda want it. Do I get it? Hmmm....

Really, I have issues with wondering what people will think of me. On the internet nonetheless. None of my real friends give a flying fuck who Jac Vanek is, or "scene" or any of this shit. Yet it bothers me. hmmm.....

I have issues with being accepted. No duh. I really need to get over "scene" shit and not liking it because it's scene. I've decided I need to live by the "if its cute, I 'll get it" no matter what other people think.

I also think there's a part of my who is jealous of the scene thing. God, I'd love to spend a summer off on a tour with my favorite bands, my favorite people, just fucking around, drinking, goofing off. Who the fuck wouldn't? I guess I am jealous. Oh well.


But I don't think I can forgive Jac for stealing the Lennon thing.







I have NO fucking clue where this blog was headed, or is there a direction to it AT ALL. But that's me, right?

Listen & Tell

Let's Get the Facts Straight:

I really can't stand Selena Gomez.
I still enjoy Alex Russo, and her fashion sense.
Selena really cannot sing.
Her "band" is not a band.
She can't write music. She cowrote one song.





BUT. Damn it all to hell, like 2/3 of her album is fucking catchy. I totally dig it, and hate myself for it. Pretty simple, i think.




Oh and if you wanna know more. I'm pathetic for making the title of this a pun on "Kiss & Tell." lame. i know.

I wanted to share

Photos from Full Moon Crazy Tour when Jonas came out.



Why hello there Joseph.

He's a pretty boy.

Unf unf unf. Jason and Kevin.

Aw, double pretty boys






And while I am convinced Nick did not want to be there AT ALL, I did capture him on three occassions smirking/smiling. Let's bask in it, shall we?

Superhuman Roommate

So instead of rushing to check headlines for the class I'm in, I figured I'd tell you about my roommate. Who I am CONVINCED is superhuman. Why you ask? She's the epitome of a disappearing act. Really. She is.

First off, I've noticed multiple times when she comes into the room, says hi, and eventually disappears. Whether it's a two second thing or two hours, eventually I'll look back, and she's not there. It baffles me. Without a sound, she is gone.

Then, today. A most strange and unusual occurrence. She was heading off to class, we said goodbye, I grabbed my keys and left not two seconds after her. She was gone. Not in the hall, not anywhere. I could've sworn I saw her in the bathroom mirror, but when I looked in there, she wasn't there. Then, as I headed to class, bam, there she is, walking right in front of me. She crosses me, without a look, not noticing. I could've run into her, but I didn't. She sped by. She has said she walks faster than most. Yep, that's my roommate. The superhuman, disappearing act. I'm POSITIVE.

Now, to go fail a quiz. Yay?