Oh, hai, thar. Theese heer journal be friends only, sry! Trespassers r fed to Frank. *points up* See? Cajun style!

Actually, I'm totally easy-comment to be added!

First day was kind of a blur- the ride down was long, we got stuck in standstill traffic for like, half an hour, and then we were there. Hollins!

I got checked in- got a retarded looking ID taken, got my keys, etc. Then I got moved in. The Movers and Shakers- people who volunteer to help us move in- got our car unloaded, and then carried our stuff upstairs.

When we got to my room, I met my roommate's parents, who are very nice. They had actually done things backwards-they had moved in, and then Kate went to go check in. Her parents went to lunch, and then we got busy. We moved all our stuff to the otherside of the room, as the movers had put her things on the window side bed.

God. I started this entry at like, 6 this morning, when I got up, but I was still too tired then and I'm tired now at 9:22. Totally crappy first college entry, I'm sorry.

I've met some seriously awesome people- a girl in my hall is from Baltimore, whoop! Also, another girl in my hall, Maddie, who's also in my seminar class, she's really great. Her dad is Irish, so we get along awesomely, lol.

My roommate is really cool- kind of like a much taller (she's 6 feet!) not-as-awesome version of my very own Robbie. =D She's a film student, and she loves a lot of the same things you do, Robs, and she talks a little like you do too. Never fear, though, you're not getting replaced. =D

My dorm room is the biggest in the hall- which is really, really cool. I have taken pictures, but I don't have a thing to plug into my computer, so I'll upload them tomorrow when my parents come by.

I have to make a list of things I want from home, so I'm going to take off now. I'll write more later- also, I'm always up for a call. I've been chatty Cathy on the phone with Mom and Dad, but at the computer now, I'm too exhausted to really type, lol.

More updates to come.

M

This might sound lame, but I'm totally broken up over Tim Russert's death. I was and am still shocked by the news. I feel like I'm on the brink of tears.

I loved him dearly. My Sunday mornings have consisted of waking up early, making coffee, getting something to eat, watching Sunday Morning, and then switching over to Meet the Press. I loved the ones with James Carville and his wife, and I looked forward to hearing his voice, looked forward to the intelligent debates that the show consisted of.

And look, I'm young. I'm really fucking young, all things considered, I'm going to be 18 in August. And for me to really have been interested in him, in his show, says a lot about his character, about the impact he had on people. He seemed like such a nice guy, and I would have greatly enjoyed meeting him.

I feel sort of like I've lost an uncle, someone who wasn't around so much, but was still a comforting, familiar presence in my life.

It's weird. Like, when I've thought about my life in the future, my Sunday routine has been set. Up by eight, coffee by eight-thirty, watch Sunday Morning, watch Meet the Press.

RIP Sunday morning routine. Rest in peace Tim Russert.

SO LIKE, SIX PEOPLE READ MY JOURNAL, AND LIKE, ONLY ONE OF THOSE WATCHES SUPERNATURAL, SO LJ-CUT FOR SPOILERS (OF WHICH THERE IS ONLY A SLIGHT ONE, AND FOR NEXT WEEK, BESIDES THAT ONE QUOTE) CAN TAKE A HIKE. *MOONS THE LJ CUT*

OH, HEY THERE, SCARY!SUPERNATURAL! GOD, IT'S BEEN A WHILE, WITH ALL THIS PLOT STUFF GOING ON, BUT HOLY HELL IS IT GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

GUYS. MY SHOWWWW. MY SHOOOW IS BACK ON, AND WHEN I SAY IT IS BACK I MEAN IT IS BACK, I'M SO EXCITED. AND SCARED. AT THIS MOMENT, I HAVE EVERY LIGHT ON AND PROBABLY WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP FOR ANOTHER, OH, FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES TO AN HOUR.

I MAY EVEN HAVE TO WATCH THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL TO CALM MYSELF DOWN FOR A WHILE. SOMETHING ON WHALES, OR SOME SHIT. DIRTY JOBS EVEN. I'M DOWN WITH THAT.

WINCHESTERS, YOU FOUL MOUTHED BEAUTIFUL BOYS, I MISSED YOU.

AT ALL GOES TO SHOW THAT THERE IS GAY LOVE. PIERCING THE VEIL OF DEATH. AND SAVING THE DAY.

OH, GOD, ♥ X A MILLION JILLION WITH A NAKED JENSEN ON TOP.

(OH BY THE WAY, HELLO, THERE, FATHER OF HOT, JOHN WINCHESTER ,AND YOUR BEYOND-THE-GRAVE-CALLING AND CRAWLING-OUT-OF-HELL-ADVICE-GIVING TO YOUR HOT, DOOMED SON. I APPROVE, GOOD SIR. I APPROVE, INDEED.)

WHY DO I NOT HAVE ANY SPN ICONS? EPIC FAIL ON MY PART, GUYS, EPIC FAIL.

IS WHAT THOSE FUCKING PANIC BOYS PRODUCED. FUCK THE ODD PART. GOD, GUYS, WHAT THE HELL, IT'S SO GOOD.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ X OH, FOEVERRRRRR.

I intended to make this post a meme post, but I figured, what the hell, I haven't put anything in here worth jack shit in a while.

I'm stuck in a neverending game of tug away with my childhood at one end and my adulthood at the other. I want to go and hide back into humid summers with long, long hair, first crushes and never having to care about what's going on around me.

I used to think I was so smart, but I feel like laughing at how incredibly stupid I really am.

Hmmmm. I really like the bass line to Carry On Wayward Son. Bum, ba-bum, ba-bum. Simple, but providing the solid, sturdy backbone for the rest of the song.

I don't know what I want to do with my life. Do I work in music? I'd love to be one of those people who goes out and discovers bands, and help them get successful. Or music journalism? That'd be cool. Getting to sit around and listen to music all day, and then get to talk about it. Or am I just a music junkie?

Do I do something with my art, which is, frankly, so not up to AP standards it's not even slightly funny, except in that wow-I-suck kind of way? Costume designing is the only really viable thing I see for my art, which, okay, I would love. It's basically all I do- sketch people with styles of clothing I like. And in costume design I so don't have to draw backgrounds which is A-okay with me.

Do I use my formidable opinionated mouth and brain to become a civil advocate, which my mom sees really suiting me? Do I teach? Do I decide just to fuck all, learn to play the guitar and make music myself?

My life is nothing but questions I don't have the answers to, and know I won't get them.

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man, though my mind could think I still was a mad man.

MDB keyword meme
1. Go to IMDB.com and look up a bunch of your favorite movies.
2. Post three or four official IMDB "Plot Keywords" for each.
3. You guys guess the movies.

1. Crossdresser/ France/ American Abroad/ Expatriate GUESSED BY POOKIE. thousand_faces Lols. Victor/Victoria.

2. Romance / General Mitchell International Airport / Ensemble Film / Briton Abroad / guessed by acrioch8688 Love Actually

3. Controversial / Wish Fulfillment / Coming Of Age / Good Versus Evil guessed by arioch8688 Aladdin!

4. Sequel Mentioned During End Credits / Homeless Man / Fart / Monster / By this point, I'm suspecting foul play, goddamn it, arioch8688. Dogma

5. Car Crash / Soda Machine / Secret Agent / Cell Phone guessed by thousand_faces The Transporter

6. Politician / Senator / White House / Gun Control / Grand Pooh Pah of memes, arioch8688, The American President

7. Boots/ Song/ Soho/ Model HA! guessed by my love, thousand_faces Kinky Boots!

8. Irreverent / Madame / Eccentric / Rope / Wrench guessed by arioch8688 Clue the Movie!

9. Sex With Servant / Rape Scene / Historical / Rape / Scotland guessed by thousand_faces Rob Roy

10. Class System / Family / Suitor / Family Relationship / Comedy Of Mannersarioch8688 Pride and Prejudice

GO!

I fully expect no one to do this, but whatever.

Also, the I want to marry the boy in my icon, and have musically talented red-headed babies with him, and live happily ever after with him and his neurotic best friend, the end.

ETA: Guys, guys! I learned how to do those cute little heart things!! I'm so excited! And yes, expect them to be abused! ♥♥♥♥♥

ETA2: Hints on the last one, because it's hard: It's an action flick, with Handsome Rob putting James Bond to fucking shame with his bad-assery. There is a sequel, with equal amounts of sexy kick ass. If Jason Bourne and this guy got into it, I think they'd call it off in the middle of the fight to just agree that they are all sorts of bad-ass awesome and call it a day.

ETA3 COMPLETED! Woo, good job guys!! *cookies and kudos to everyone*

1) Make a list of 10 characters.
2) Assign each character a number.
3) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them.
IE: "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?" (The more random the better!)
4) Post the answers and who was who on the list. (I will reply to your comments.)

DO THIS. FOR THE SAKE OF MY SOOOUL.

1. Legolas, from Lord of the Rings, guessed by arioch8688!
2.
3. Angel from BtVS and Angel, guessed by arioch8688!
4. Rikku, from FFX, guessed by arioch8688!
5. Alanna of Trebond, guessed by fallenlorelei!
6. Yzma, from Emporer's New Groove, guessed by, surprise! arioch8688
7.
8.
9. Han Solo, guessed by arioch8688!
10.

GO!!

Andrew is pwning the shit out of this guys, come on...

ATTENTION WORLD:

My best friend will forever pwn all others.

That is all.


(To my Patrick: I love you more than words can express. He's perfect, and I will cherish him foreverrrrrr. <3
-Your Pete)

Happy Halloween to everyone, and Happy Birthday Frank Iero!

*dances around in witch-tights*

Picture of my new hair forthcoming, after school. Ciao!! *blows kisses*

Transformers= FTW!xeleventyjabillion.

(Also? Bumblebee>>>>Optimus Prime. Sorry, but its true.)

That is all.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071020/ap_on_en_ot/books_harry_potter


I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT!!!!!!!

So, uh, it was my birthday on Friday! Seventeen! *dances*

So, I totally didn't write one of those obligatory first-day/end of summer entries, and that surmounts to the fact that I am lazy. Deal with it.

School is...well, it's school. I wasn't looking forward to it, not really, which is unusual because by mid-August I'm usually like, Omgcantwaaaait! but this year was like, eh. Whatever.

One thing though? Mr. Coleman can lick my ass. Stupid motherfucker.

And, also? I have first lunch, which means I am all alooone, and like a pathetic loser, am sneaking Nutella sandwiches into the library to eat. I officially have Nutella all over/inside the pocket of my black hoodie. Motherfuck. *headdesk*

I want to go swimming before it gets too cold, and I don't want to go without you, but I feel like you've been avoiding me. The only thing you've said to me in the past month is, 'you. are almost. legal.' and that really doesn't consitute as much of a conversation, you know? So if you're reading, let me know if you want to do anything, okay?

This time has come, the Walrus said
To talk of many things
Of ships and shoes and sealing wax.
Of cabbages and kings
Or why the sea is boiling hot,
Or whether pigs have wings.

I really want to reread Alice, but the library has misplaced it and my own copy's in storage which is le bullshit.

If I told you I was drowning, would you give me your hand before I sank to the bottom?

My mind is all tangled up. I want to write, spill all the meanings behind my drawings into written stories but my brain registers the blank word page and panics. I want to write out the superhero stories, the one about the two girls hopelessly in love but nothing comes out but nonsense, run on sentences that pour out unchecked because thats the way i think, no periods or stopping, no capitals, i'm stickler for grammar but in my head, everything's free game, so fuck the end and just keep running. Like the cheshire cat, i'm not making much sense to everyone else, but really, its completely clear to me.

I think I have a mini-crush on this guy at work. Not a real one, but like, a precrush? He's older but lets me get away with calling him sugar, and always pulls the high up stuff off the shelve without a problem, smiles when I call him my hero. He plays My Chemical Romance on his stereo, but only the first album and is in a band, and he's got a thus-far unfinished tattoo of Bettie Page on his arm. It's cute, but I don't think I'll ever let it become anything more than the flirtation with attraction that it is.

I need to do my laundry. I'm starting to wonder when the pile in the corner of my room will swallow me whole. Mom's putting her money on Wednesday but I'm pretty sure I'll have been eaten by midnight. Tell my wife that I loved her. This is, conclusively, why I have no clean pants and will be going to school tomorrow in dirty jeans. Deal with it.

I have homework, but, um, fuck it. I think I have math, but honestly, see above for my feelings on Mr. Coleman. I have English, but hey, I've also got art first period, so I'm going to save the sketching for Env. Science and just do it then. Also? I totally go to the library for lunch, so there goes my creative writing.

I'm totally spamming the fuck out of everyone's friend's page, but I don't care. I. Don't. Care. I'm just a girl, I'm not a hero. I'm just a girl, who wants to sing this song.

I can't wait for Halloween. Something about it really, really appeals to me; black, clear nights and harvest moons, sugar sweet and the scent of fall, of apples and spice and pumpkin, of decaying plants yellow and brittle in their fields, have the cold nipping at your fingers. I want to dress up. I want to dance. Let's get together, okay? Make apple cider and spin in circles, orange/black tights and a black dress i'm a witch in name and choice of clothing, baby, so lets make magic.

I'm revealing too much and nothing at all of me, just what comes into my head and is out the next second so if it doesn't make sense, just ignore it.

Let this train wreck burn more slowly.

Teenage rules, they're fucking boring.

I'm the sanest of individuals but I sometimes seriously wonder if I'm completely crazy.