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?

And the first week....over.

Thus ends my first week. Well, just of school. Tomorrow is Taylor Swift, and Sam comes to see me. SO excited. <2 hahahaha

Monday - No classes. After the weekend of intensity, I had another day off. It was nice. I'm gonna enjoy 3 day weekends all the time.

Tuesday - Three classes. Electronic media and Telecommunications. Should be interesting. Forum. 350 people. Haha, I enjoy being amongst a million people and not having to deal with maybe being called on.

Then, there's Literature to the Occult. Which seems really awesome. It's hilarious when I see someone from High School. I seriously wanted to start counting how many Hazleton-ites I saw. Some were like, whatever. But then I see one of my old friends without a second glance. Awesome, huh? Hope I don't have to deal with that shit this year.

Then, 2 hour break, which is perfect for naps. I love naps. They are just sooo fun.

Then, Mass Communcation Law. Which is interesting. I've always like law. To me, it's easy to understand. I don't know, it just is. Though a certain Hazleton-ite that I HATE is in that class. Must avoid him at all costs. I hoped to never see him again. He sits in the front row, so if I sit in the back, I should be good.

Wednesday - The day to catch up, and only radio broadcast at 4:40. Do not like that class. haha

Thursday - Same as Tuesday.

Friday - Freaking class out by the Penn Stater. But then I can see my brother or not.


My schedule SEEMS easy but let's factor in running two sites(http://demistylesource.com & http://swiftstyle.fansites.me) and I'll be working two jobs. This year is gonna be AWESOME.

No, actually I think it will. I don't have to deal with wishy washy friends. I've got my Sam two hours away, my Finnish Spitz a video chat away, Kim right across the courtyard & her crazy roommate to entertain me. I'm kinda loving life.


Oh and I'm obsessed with Buffy. Like, crazy obsessed. I used to love Angel, then he got a bit annoying, and now Spike is pretty badass. haha. GOOD TIMES.

New College (Sorta), New Room

And here we are. Year Three. Maybe my godfather will turn out to be a wrongfully accused serial killer, and I'll save him on a hippogriff. That would definitely be interesting. Anyways, this is le room 3.0. Last year was pretty damn good, so this year is a bit of a downgrade....haha

The full room. Nice, huh. It looks messy.

So this is the shower towel thing. I really don't know what the hell it is.
My closet! SOO messy. Shoes on the bottom. Shoes on the one shelf. Lots and lots of clothes. And the trunk on the top. That was really hard to get up there.
Bed and wall! Like the dots I added. Pretty, huh? and my bed! And Captain Fine! Mmmm....Happy birthday to him! And three hotties under the ultimate hottie. And the Beatles.
Corner of my room.
No Doubt, Miley, Bunny Suicide calendar, My sunglass rack. Yes, I made it. Its awesome. Oh and T. Swift is there.
My dresser. Bathroom stuff. And more dots. I enjoy them.
Other corner. Lots of posters.
My view. Awesome, huh?
But I can spy into other people's rooms.
Desk! Can you spot Buffy? hahaha
My bed. Messy again.
Roommate's side. haha

TYFYT

http://the-passengerseat.blogspot.com/

=D FOCUS, this time. :)

If Only I Was Julie Powell...

What a thing to be able to do. Have a focus for a year and complete a job. I'd love to do that, have a blog and write. Oh wait....I DO. Except mine has no focus, much like my life. I need a goal. But me and goals? Haha can you say...never gonna happen? I try to play guitar, nope. I try to...well, do anything and everything, and I never do. I really do want to write a blog on the real musings of my life, such as what I do, but I need a focus. And focus is not what I have. I think there is a reason my eyes have astigmatisms, they cannot focus, just like the rest of myself. Someone help. I NEED focus. Otherwise, I ramble. I recently sent a 6 text long(each about the size of seven texts) to my friend explaining how bad I felt.

FOCUS.

FOCUS.

FOCUS!!!!!!!!!!!


I'm gonna go find something to do. hahaha. There's my big focus.

This is the last summer of being a crazy Jonas Fan

I've accepted I'll never meet them. That is fine. Because, shit, they have some crazy fans.

Two days. Three concerts. A lot of screaming. And a lot of running. haha

So, I was running late on Thursday, as usual, because I wanted to straighten my hair. Which is just dumb because it was so disgusting by the end of the night. I had to shower the next day.And there went the straight hair.

Anyways, after almost getting lost(nay, we did) to Philly(I blame Bertha and my sister for that) we made it, and just kinda walked around. I don't even remember what we did. Hung around in the pavillion and was spotted by an old friend's mom. Can you say awkward? Her mom was always so adorable, so I didn't like be a bitch and not say anything. I did spot the old friend a few times and hid. I did not want that fucking awkwardness. Fuck no.

So, we go to the concert, and I had a floor seat, and Sam was on the whole other side. It was horrible. I kept texting her, and because of that(and that fact I didn't start charging my phone til basically a half hour before I left) my phone died. Everyone was screaming for DNW Jordin while I screamed for my phone. I made a few mentions of Demi trumping Jordin, which people around me heard. I was in the back of the floor. Like, last row, last seat. But I still loved it. I got foamed(all three boys have foamed me) and Joe's kinda stopped when he got to me(what is that saying?) and Kevin's went nuts when it angled at me. Idk, but I know they like to be on top. Haha.

So I was right near the one catwalk, which got me some kickass shots, especially cuz Joe was over there all the time. He took a poster for Garbo that said, "Garbo I'm peanut free!!" so adorbs. Then Garbo came around and gave the area a thumbs up. Nick never came over. I was so pissed. But eh well, he made up for it the next night.

after the concert, we met the Wonder Girls. Who I LOVE. They are just soooo cute! I mean, for real. That went quick so then we went into hyper drive and ran through the place and parking lot to get to our car only to wait in traffic. Boo. We made it to the TLA right before HS came on and we had pretty good spots despite the hands. omg, looove HS. Seriously. I wanted to meet them again, but I didn't have the money to preorder the album(now I do, but thats another story).

Then JB came out. I really didnt expect them to appear. I was just hoping for them to be at the balcony, but they actually came out. It was a crazy push forward. Someone lost their camera, which eventually wound up in between my feet. I went to grab it and almost panicked, cuz shit, I didnt know if I'd get back up. But I did. and it was fucking AWESOME. Oh my gosh.

So, next day. I got up early, yes, early. Boo earliness. We drove to Camden to see the Road Dogs play and were a bit of weirdos trying to meet the boys afterwards. Road Dogs game was fun to watch, but annoying because all the girls were fucking retarded. I now remember I had a dream about it last night. Ha.

Then we got lost again? I think. I don't remember. But we headed back. And then shit went down. Sam turned when it said no turns, and yeah, I've turned her into a bad person. It wouldnt be bad except we did that right in front of a cop. So we got pulled over. SO fun. NOT. We also apparently ran a red light, which made no sense. The whole thing made no sense. We couldnt go straight. I dont know, but this is the third time this has happened to me. Maybe I'm bad luck.
Oh well.

Anyways, we got to the venue and tried to win m&g for Honor Society. Fucking shit. I rocked out like no other. and still lost. WTF. I pulled out the Jolly Rancher, the Robot, what else? I mean, you had to do the Honor Roll, which I rock out thank you, and the people we were against had a built in audience. Fucking dad. I saw him and wanted to punch him. Sam momentarily lost it after that and wanted to meet Wow. Yeah, Idk. Creepy colorful boy band. yep, you know it, DNW.

Then we sat around, walked around, won some mirrors at Q102. Then concert time. She was 9 rows below me. So high. But so awesome. Sam came up for most of the time, and we danced. Since I wasn't so close, I could savor the concert more. Like, I could just dance and scream and have fun. Though I did get some amazing shots.

Black Keys/ALBL. I almost lost it. I teared. Soo beautiful. He told the story of his diabetes and it was sooo amazing. i twittered about it like crazy. Boy is amazing. Yep, true fact.

So, then I taped Much Better, which was soooo amazing to tape. Best part of the concert. So colorful, and so energetic, I mean, it recorded so nicely. Plus I got the jumps and flips.

We tried to get foamed. No luck. Fucking shit.

Then Joe "hit" Nick with a drumstick after Live To Party. At least, I think. I also think it was a ploy to get Nick to check his blood sugar. I mean, I'm sorry, yeah, you got hit, but I don't think it would take that long to get checked out. Apparently, Nick has been having issues with that, and the poster reading while he gets checked out is not uncommon. Poor boy. I think he was good then, and I didn't see Nick get hit, but I'm going with the sugar thing.

End of the concert. Sad. met Wonder Girls again. ADORBS!!!!! Ah, I love them. Me and Sam know the dance and I was gonna do the point thing in my picture but I was too busy telling them how awesome they are to remember! oh well. They remembered me. I love them. Yay for twice meeting them.

Then parking lot for like almost an hour. Watched crazy kids run around. Talked to my mom. Blasted Demi near the end. Then home, no getting lost, and we slept. Til this morning when we shopped. Good times. I'm Captain Fine'ing myself up soooo good. Gonna be AWESOME. haha.

Ok, wow, lengthy. lmao. oh well. peace!

Things I Learned From HP6

Midnight Showing, might I add:

~Anything in that movie can turn homoerotic. And hilarious. SOOO enjoyable. I have a sick mind.

~ I thoroughly do not enjoy things coming out of water. Fucking shit!!! It was terrifying. I was dying.

~ The people behind me were epic wins.

~ People booing New Moon are my new Bffs. I also enjoyed yelling "FAIL" when Bella cuts her finger. Oh and "FUG" at Taylor Lautner.

~ Fangirling for Jason Segel is soooo fun.

~FailJoe will always be Fail. Even if JGL and Gaila from ST are in it.

~I miss reading the books and am happy for my tattoo. <3