I'm evil, not satan.

I won't talk about the one on the 20th cause I was only Gen. Admission that time. ANYWAY, I was the only person out there who knew all the songs they played, even the cover songs. :| I was the only one who was standing up the whole time. I never took my hoodie off. seriously, the only one. XD A lot of people were so pissed at me and called my a jackass but I didn't care. anyway, after the concert, I got to go backstage but sadly FOB wasn't there anymore. But Chicosci, once again, I met them (I met them before already) poor guys were practically booed off the stage. the day after, I got to go to the hotel they were staying in, Discovery, since my dad has an office there and owns half a floor, I was able to wander around. I got to see them but they were already going the the car. :( well, I got to go to the room they stayed in AND I got a necklace of Andy. yes, I have Andy's necklace. :D

Well, I'm not fond of these stuffies but I'm doing this cause of Pipperet. Yes. there's an 'R' there, I know that. :))

So yeah, I post eight facts about meself. then I tag 8 people- who're supposed to do the same thing. PIPPET TAGGED ME. *sneer*

Fact One:
I've never had a male classmate (except for Kick-boxing) EVER. Seeing as I've always been in an all-girls Catholic school since...nursery.

Fact Two:
I absolutely adore anything fictional. They're like, acceptable lies. You can't hate them, well, I can't. :|

Fact Three:
I'm obsessed with FRIENDS, Grey's Anatomy, Star Wars, Harry Potter and RENT. You can ask me about anything about them. I also have a fondness for Chuck Palahniuk books, Little Women, To Kill A Mocking Bird, anything WWII and anything Japanese

Fact Four:
I can play the drums, guitar, a little of bass, the beat box, a little of the bongos and more various percussion instruments. -I used to take swimming and kick-boxing. -I can also sing, seeing as my music teacher praises me and stuff

Fact Five:
I live in the Philippines. I'm not your typical Filipino, seeing as I'm an 'englisera', meaning I speak English all the time and rarely Tagalog. I'm usually seen as an oddball in our class and at school since I don't really posess those things that make a Filipino, one new girl asked me before if I used to live in the US, so, yeah.

Fact Six:
I have some sort of obsession- I constantly try to steal my friends' stuff (ex. school ID, keys, hair ties) but obviously, they know about it. No, I am not a theif.

Fact Seven:
I think I have undiagnosed ADD, no, seriously, I do.

Fact Eight:
Did you know I love you all? where, there you go. :D oh, an did you realize that all of my facts started with 'I' except this one? >o< cool.

 

 

SPOILER WARNING

 

Alright, well I got HP7 two days ago, waited an hour in line for it- was second in line, thankfully, not much crazed fans here- all we have are those girly skanks and dumb losers, those stupid excuses for evolved apes that pretend they understand the film. psssssh. not complaining though, I got a set of friends. I love them dearly. We all have HP names! :D sad to say, I just met them last year and well- I got the last name, Hagrid. I reject the title as much as I love the man. :| anywho...I was quite disappointed with how the book ended and the events.

 

To start off;

I hate Tonks. Absolutely do. she just haaaad to meddle in the life of Remus. psh. of all people! REMUS! she just had to fall in love with him and he just had to fall in love with Tonks. gah-  *glares at Tonks* she gets herself knocked up with HIS KID! stupid. stupid. stupid. whoooore. Remus regrets marrying her though- serves her right. sucks that he just does that cause he loves Tonks too much. I so loved Remus...and the rest of the Marauders 'cept for physco Peter. now I sort of dislike Remus.

I also imagined the lot to be a lot hotter in the movies. Remus looks like crap. Sirius looks like crap. James looks like crap. Peter looks worse than Michael Jackson before and after...not to mention creepier. I imagined Nymphie a lot prettier too- I loved whoever portrayed Bellatrix though, she was Marla Singer in fight club. :) remind me to get her name. OH! and I absolutely fell in love with the actress that played Luna Lovegood- she plays the part just perfectly. Hermione sucks. Ginny sucks. Cho- the actress is pretty but I still hate the three girls. :| Harry looks like crap. Ron looks like crap. Kingsley's blaaaack! :) yay. I love Seamus' accent. guy who portrays Draco, hot as ever even with the yucky hair style. Teachers were perfect for the part. the Weasley twins cut their hair. :( sad. lets all mourn for the loss of great hair.

Anyway, back to the book, SNAPE DIEEEEES. *dies herself* and he's a good guy! *glares at JK* *mourns* well- the reason is uncanny, and very interesting though, I do have to say, I had it coming. He loooooves Lillers. :| so yeah, that motivated him, since I think in the Marauders era, she always told James to stop bullying Snivelly. *tear* sweet. *cries more* HE'S DEAD!

The ending was absolute crap- funny but still- crap. I hate the fact Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione are still alive. and how Remus' kid didn't just die! yes, they live. Harry and Ginny with three kids, one of which was named, 'Albus Severus' which I find a horrible name. it was all too confusing though. had to reread that part. :|

 

WellIHateTheEnding,
Rachel

FALL OUT BOY

September, 21 2007 at Araneta Coliseum
Not Available , Manila, PH,
Cost :

Tickets on sale July 18th

 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OMFG! THEY'RE COMING! THEY'RE COMING! THEY'RE COMING! Did I mention...THEY'RE COMING?! I think I'm going to die. this will be my first FOB concert. ever.

 

anyway, haven't been online in a looooong time since I got grounded for breaking the rules at school -er- I sort of got caught cheating. anyway, I also had the long tests. kind of like a pre-periodical exam. my retreat is tomorrow. I'm holy! :D anyway...I'm back. and I'ma bring my camera tomorrow! I'll post pics soon.

 

Rachel.

Freeeeebird. god. life rooooocks. Rachel...is happy. :] Rachel likes talking in third person. Rachel isin love with Grey's Anatomy.

I need new hair. :[ yearbook photos are being taken July or August. craaaap. I need to get it straightened ASAP. my hair has been too wavy for the other photos...pssssh. I'm on the yearbook committee thing. whoopee? anyway, english teacher loves me. I beat the brainiest in our batch by four points in a 30-item science quiz. my egoooo is soooo big. :D anyway, ECA homework? WRITE A POEM. I do that a lot but it seems to me it's a bit harder now. back to Freebird, Adea's been trying to memorize the guitar for it. XD I am so giving you guys a picture of my school uniform soon...:D

 

Bathe you in bleach
Teach me why glazed magazines are better
Feel my love
You have such a horrendus sight
For lives

WhatDoYouThink?,
Rachel

okay, well my classmate wants me to join this band she's forming and since the positions I know how to play is already taken, I need halp with bass cause I don't know how. :[ add me on rachel_manalac@yahoo.com if you could somehow help. :]

I hate my mother. I hate my self for not being able to tell her anything. I hate the world. Everything hates me. My favorite teacher. THE teacher. she was the teacher. she quit last year and visited the school just a few hours ago...and you know what sucks? she was gonna be there 4:20 but my mother wouldn't let me stay. she said I wasn't even sure she was going to be there. but I knew she was. She said traffic was heavy but when we were driving home, there wasn't any traffic. She said I don't even know my teacher well but I did, I knew so much. She said my brother and sister were stressed out from school so we need to go home immediately but my sister wanted to stay late and be with her friends, my brother was asleep in the car and loves to sleep there and I didn't give a fucking fuck about them. I wanted to see my teacher, but she wasn't there yet. I didn't even say goodbye. she's leaving for China soon. I hate China too. they have her. China's lucky. well, this sucks, another depressing story by Rachel? what is she a fucking goth? no, I am not. I just have depressing days. let me wollow in my self-pity and misery. I'm a loner that's afraid to be alone. but I still am. I was never the open type. but here, it's so much better cause I get to share it, people can get to read and give their condolences and I would be happy for that cause I know they're the friends that know me. you guys are there. you guys are here, kind of, with me. Cause I'm a scardy c-cat (I hate cats) and I don't really know how to open up to people in the real world. I hide behind a cardboard picture of me. she kind of looks like this brave, hyper girl that would tell you anything. but when I come out of that, when I'm in that skin, I lie. I'm a liar. I can't tell them everything. I can't tell them anything cause I want them to think I'm fine cause they've had it far worse. they're pressured to study so hard and maintain their grades. my parents don't give a fuck, just as long as I pass with 81+ grades. they never push me to study hard. they never did. then one of them's adopted. the other one has divorced parents and a younger sister that she thinks isn't her sister. doesn't look anything like her. you're better off without my baggage.

 

-Rachel

okay, before I start everything about my first days in school, I have to ask, have any of you ever been jealous of someone but at the same time want to get to know them? have you...ever wanted them to be jealous of you or at least notice you. have you ever wanted to outshine them? I have. I still am.

 

First day of school. SUCKED. the week before that, or so, they posted this list in school with the list of your room and classmates. I found everyone in room 3. I found myself in room 5 with...no one. and you know what? when I went to the washroom, I locked myself there and cried. okay. that sounds so, how do you say it? emu. I stopped crying when I realized that. It was graduating year and I want to be with the people I've loved more than my siblings. I've spent time with more than I've spent time with my parents. I arrived at school and people were screaming in the hallway "JESSICAAAAA!" that and some other names, I kept that feeling in me, in me. they looked like freaks. even if they were...the popular-ish kids. we [me and my friends] hung out on the teacher's table out in the hallway. and when the bell rung, I didn't want to leave. but I smiled, waved and left anyway. I headed toward the room where no one knew who I was...all they knew was "Isn't she the one that talks with Adea?" yes, I'm in an all-girl school. there are people here who act like boys. we call them 'tibo's basically, they're lesbians. or bis. whatever floats your boat. Adea was one of them. Bi, I think. all of these tibos are instantly popular. and I'm friends with Adea. basically she thinks she knows rock [her favorite band is MCR and she 'idolizes' Frank] I don't care. I respect her, if she likes them, she likes them. If I think they're not the only band out there, then I'll think to myself.

basically, in the seventh grade, teachers still think you're nursery. they made us stand up and say our names, interests, hobbies and all that crap. fucking bitches. they made me want to cry again. cause I was alone and I had no one in the room to make my weird comments about whatever to. I have no one in the class to laugh when I talk really loud to the teacher to make people laugh. maybe that's my problem. I'm such a loner who's afraid of being alone. guess that's it. well, you know something that made my day worse? we're not allowed to stay in the classroom during break time. recess and lunch, I headed for the gang with Raya in it. and they were all "Hey, the farmers here" like always, I stutter. they laugh at that. then Sirius ['Selina''s her real name] told me that I was annoying and that I should go. do you know how much that just mother fucking hurts? I'm not that close to her cause she isn't the type you'd tell personal or secret stuff to but she was my friend. she was the one I picked to sit beside with in the bus during the feild trip. she picked me too, well was forced to. it hurt more than Steve Irwin's death. it was a sting too. I find myself walking over to Dani after that. her and Zara are always together. but they were with Elise. if you've read the very first part of this journal. she. she's the one I'm jealous of. she's pretty, smart and she's friends with...them. she seems pretty cool too. but...yeah. I can't really say anything. when I saw them, I turned to the one standing next to me in line for getting food. it was Carmy. so I conversed with her and stole glances at the three. and I was from embarassed to jealous to guilty. I didn't listen to Carmy's rants about her siblings. I owe her at least that. I mean, she's like my 'plus one'. I followed Carmy to where she sat. and she was with Isa, just like last year. Isa was like my best friend. but I didn't want to talk to her yet. she was my excuse. she was my not being alone. in my mind I said 'I haven't seen Isa yet' but I did and we ended up having a dull conversation about something so dense.

 

Second day was the same only it sucked even more cause the teachers sucked. I went inside the school's bathroom and saw it was clean and pretty unlike last year but that's about it. except I saw Zara, who I had a teeny tiny [psh. yeah right. I would interupt her and Dani when they walked and asked Dani about a bunch of stuff and a lot of questions] crush on last school year. I had a Bi phase. I don't care what you call it. fuck you if you hate gay people. HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY. anyway, back to the whatever, I'm sick of it all. my classmates gave me practically everything when we had a group activity. they gossiped and made fun of americans. they're bitches. everything they say is trashed so if you're an american. deal with it. "So, like, your hair, like, is, like, always, like, that, like, like?" if I quoted correctly. that is what they do. they don't know the word oblivious, can't spell the Philippines and can't pronounce potppouri, ignore them. but I really can't. I just can't.

 

the only thing that's probably keeping me alive is rumors that FOB might come here to the Philippines. and I'm giddy about that subject. not to brag, but with my dad's connections, and my uncles friends with people who own arenas, I might get some special passes. :D hah! if not, I could ask my security guards to converse with some security guys there. :] I'm bringing Hazel to it. so be sad you're not Hazel. :D

 

Eh, my school starts two days from now. I don't want to go. Everyone I possibly know is in room 3 while most of the people I hate are in room 5, with me. I think God hates me for not praying as much as I used to and missing mass twice. I'm fucked, I don't want to be in a room with plastic girls for my graduating year. I want to be with my friends, but I can't and wishing's just a waste of time now. Last year we all agreed to be in the Drama Club so I guess I'll see them. I get to have two clubs this year. and I'm still down. I don't want to go, not yet.

 

Anyway, want to know something? my life sucks. I know most people would tell me I shouldn't say that since I have such a loving family that give me anything I ask for. but that's just the cover page. lets exchange lives and see whose is better. firstly, my father. To begin with him is to try and strech your arms so you could touch the moon. My dad is a person you'd tell people is nice but isn't. he can control you with his money and he does that with my mother. he treats her like shit. My mother, is controlled and can't get out of his grasp, I know before my dad gained this wealth, she wasn't always the pampered princess she is right now. judging from how she treats me, I want to ask her if she ever had a childhood, cause I sure as hell know no one could have been THAT perfect when they were a kid. well since I've told you about my mother might as well move on to my sister. me being the eldest, that would make her the 2nd in command of us children or the middle. I've always been jealous of her, I mean, who wouldn't be? she's smarter, she's thinner, she's better at every fucking thing, except for the fact she has a temper. I guess I could say I like her but I can't really say I love her. then there's the youngest, my brother. all I could say is I dislike him, never really was close to him. I'm not really swayed much but before he was born, I was my dad's favorite, I didn't even care if my mother liked my sister better. I'm a daddy's girl. I guess both of my parents favor him since he's a boy. I mean, they both wanted a girl and a boy then when they finally got one boy, they loved it. especially my dad. he's 10 and he still sleeps in the same bed as my parents and poops in his underwear.

I guess I deserve being ignored, well, in my point of view. I mean, I'm a mother fucking idiot that sneaks out at night. my parent's don't have an ounce to tell their friends what makes them proud of me. I have bad grades, I'm fat, I'm a klutz and I don't have any talents.

 

well, I need to stop ranting. I just don't know what else to do. besides get ready for school. well. bye.

not that anyone would care or anything, all my stories and crap are on hiatus. so am I, I won't be able to use buzznet for like a week or so. just saying. buuut Zacky and Tammy will be constantly using my buzznet since they don't want to join another 'online community' and they'll just text me on their cells if you guys have a mesg or whatever. :D

Okay, I'm really sorry to those I hurt in the QOTD cause of this impusive comment. really, I am truely sorry. I was just putting in some heavy sarcasm and my humor went too far. I couldn't think of the right words to translate this parody song by this local band here in the Philippines, 'Emo is Gay', their name makes me giggle, still. anyway, the lines were 'Ginaganti ko yung kamay ko para sumaya ako, haha pang tawa lang toh' and when I read that 'NO EMONESS' I quickly recalled that line.

 

I've had a strong hate for cutters, smokers and anyone who ever hurt their body on purpose. it's coping, yes, but my beliefs made a sheild that made my mind not understand whatever those...people are going through. I don't know, though, I used to be a masochist, like, two-three years ago, I was forgotten by friends, they hated me for this tiny little thing. I guess that started it. then I was bullied by cutters, I don't know why they bullied me. they just did, no physical harm was done besides a few punches to my arm and one to my face. they stopped, soon after the teacher caught one of them using a cutter to their near-ankle, then that girl rat the rest out. my grandmother, has these strong Catholic or whatever beliefs. I remember telling her a story that included mild cutting. I don't know, she just started lecturing me and telling me how her sister did it. I've hated it after that. I stopped. then, I guess when my father had this heart whatever operation cause he drank and smoked too much I completely loathed it. everything I remembered from my days back when I cut are just a blur now. I'm not really sure what started it. then, I've read so many books and watched so many movies, I know it sounds cheesy, but I mean, I've molded my life. why the hell would I hurt myself? it's my fault I hate myself anyway. I find my immaturity...immature and rather idiotic. yes, I have a thing for gorey films, but as long as everything's fake, I'm alright. my friend's parent's divorced and married. now she has a whole bunch of half-siblings while she doesn't have any just whole ones. she went through deep depression and overdosed on some pills...I just, never want anyone to go through that. it just sucks. I didn't speak to her when she recovered but since she got released from therapy I guess everything's okay with us. I just hate it, I really just do. I can make fun of it if I want to, I mean, not that I do want to, but it's just a harsher way of telling people who cut what they do makes them...well...them. it's not helping anything or anybody. and it sure as hell ain't helping them. cause with one tiny moment of that steel through your flesh, it can be addicting. and you aren't gonna stop until someone lays the truth on reaaal harsh. cause no one ever listens when they take it slow. or easy. it's just way too unconvincing.

 

MyOpinion,
Rachel

 

P.S. there are people in this world that will take a subject so sensetive seriously and waaaay over funny that it's completely disagree-able. just take this as a lesson and I'm one of those people, but I will respect your opinion and won't bash it. I'll try to change for the better but I hate change.

I know people try to be nice and all, but, no one should buzz any of my pictures if you don't like it. it's just annoying. it takes out the meaning of the buzz and stuff. I'm bored, stupidity's coming over me. it's 2:25 am here in the Philippines, so my rights, morals and whatevers are gone so I can't really defend this. besides, being called stupid can really bring your confidence and energy down. so, I'ma go to sleep now. not that any of you'll care. but I'm supposed to 'express' here. so, make due with my idioticness. really, do due.

JAC-productions. need I say more? go and YouTube them. their skits are awesome. and if you hate cosplay, just...try, for me. cause they changed my mind about it! :D oh, watch out for Renee's pretty-ness. it's blinding. :))

 

Few facts:

JAC's from Texas, they've won tons of things in conventions and all of them are just loveable.

During a live show after the release of A Fever..., Rolling Stone reported that Urie was singing the single, "Lying is the most fun a girl could have without taking her clothes off", when an incident that usually goes as planned went astray. Urie sang the verse, "Have you ever dreamt you were in a sunflower field," and then with some minor variations describes running toward a lover for "the perfect kiss." As he did this, he approached guitarist Ryan Ross and leaned down to his face, who usually pulls his mouth away just in time to miss a kiss from Urie. But in San Diego on a show, on the final night of a tour, Urie moved in quick enough to plant a kiss on Ross' cheek, whom immediately blushed with embarrassment. Then, as Urie pulled back, the room filled with a gasp. Urie was reported to say, "Well, this isn't that kind of dream. This is about sweaty, angry, crazy, monstrous fucking." Young girls in the crowd at the show were reported to scream for Urie after he spoke to the crowd.

 

It was my boredom that led me to this wikipedia page. can I go all teenie now and scream? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I don't need your consent. I'm just fine being the stalker I am. :D gosh, >:[ San Diego's so lucky. damn life I live. can I trade in my soul to have seen that show?

 

Panic!Stalker,
Rachel

Sit back you've fallen out of face...
Panic at the disco
Sat back and took it so slow
Are you nervous? Are you shaking?

You guuuys. go over to the Kapamilya channel, TFC or whatever and watch MYX. :D I'd lavfe 'et. I don't live in the place where you guys probably are so I don't know what channel to say. I just want you guys to taste our side of the world is all, I mean, hell, I'd chat with you all and teach you Tagalog if I could. or if you guys live in San Fransisco or L.A. you could drop by their show and watch Apl from Black Eyed Peas rap and whatever...that is like, my mission. wish I could live over at the U.S. and force you to watch it :D kidding. I haven't watched the MYX over there yet and I swear, I hate the VJs when they aired one of the shows over here, they were not from Asia, they were from the U.S. they're just blood asians and God knows I hate it when they haven't has a taste of their own country. they act so weirdly but whatever keeps the music videos rolling. hah, well try it out. watching, I mean. and...that's about all I have to say.

 

sige, bye (alright, bye),

Rachel

http://www.quizilla.com/users/animemaniacwoohoo/quizzes/

 

I've been baby-sitting. Do not blame me. Anyways. Here you go. Once again courtneyatthepolka is a god, read her Tom Falcone one-shot for me...please? it was, after all, the original plot of this show. I'm sorry for this being SHORT. Really, I am. Well...these first few chapters don't have anything worth reading anyways.

Okay. I just officially decided that 'Newport Living' by CIWWAF will be this story's theme song. yes. there's a theme song. woo. go me.

 

Do you ever get the feeling when you feel utterly repulsed but you can't help but think the thing you're reasoned to be vomiting is something so funny you swear you'd die from laughter. Well, our damsel leading lady, Maxinne, has that exact feeling

"What the fuck?" aaaaand the world stopped there. No, not really, I, the narrator...actually, my name is Tammy, the author's just making me do this, anyway, I'm just kidding.

The sight Maxinne is currently witnessing involves two grown men 'watching' 'Dora the Explorer' one, being the timid-hat-ted Patrick, distractedly laughing at a joke his female friend beside him was apparently telling and the other the very forward Pete who seemed extremely hott having a raven haired gorgeous, not as Maxinne, woman on his lap...kissing leaving hickeys on his neck. The rest of the bus was covered in men's underwear and some boxes of pizza. Joe, the hoe with the fro, had his shirt off. Andy was snogging Shelly, Shelly against the sink and there was...heavy farting being heard from the small compartment which was probably the bathroom.

Maxinne tapped her foot "I'm wasting my time if I'm just standing here...there isn't even a driver." She said, her following action clearly was leaving and Joe noticed that. "Look, I'm leaving! Bye Shelly! And the rest of you guys!"

"Dirty is using the bathroom...I'm driving...where to?" Joe asked, his hand on her shoulder, his other hand struggling with a shirt and from the looks of it he was trying to put it on and stop Maxinne from leaving at the same time

'This is my chance' Maxinne smiled and put her hand on his, Joe looked at Maxinne, expecting something. Maxinne let go and looked up at him, then taking his shirt and putting it over his head, his arms cooperating, going through the sleeve hole-things.

"There." Joe grinned and hugged her, catching her by surprise "You're riding shot gun. I don't know San Francisco that well." Joe grabbed Maxinne's wrist and dragged her to the front of the bus, a toothy albeit cheesy smile plastered on his face while Maxinne just smiled and in her head she knew she got exactly what she wanted...like always

But happiness always has its limits and for this circumstance, it ends now.

"Well here we are, Peninsula Place" Joe looked down at his feet that were placed on the pedals, a pout placed on his lips

"Joe! Where the hell are we?!" Andy's squeaky voice yelled from behind Maxinne and Joe's seats and the curtains while the two just stayed silent and at their seats

Maxinne grinned herself and took the hand that was resting on the stick shift "Joe, you're really sweet, I hope...we can meet again sometime." Maxinne stood up, letting go of his hand and headed through the curtains and down the bus "Bye guys! Thanks Shelly! Call if you need anything!" Maxinne ran down the bus, her legs leading her over to the sliding glass doors of one of the buildings. She stopped for awhile and waved at the bus then going back to running over to the small building

"MAXINNE! YOUR NUMBER!" Shelly screamed, the half of her body outside the bus "OUR DINNER!" she continued but Maxinne was already a step in the building but Maxinne wasn't that cruel "IT'S WITH YOU!" she screamed back and entered the said building

"Wow Joe, you scored a girl." The girl with the long raven haired laughed as they all situated themselves in the bus, taking their previous positions.

A man came out of the small compartment which Maxinne guessed right as the bathroom. He zipped up his fly then looked around, adjusting his 'Chicago Bears' cap "Okay?" getting no response, he simply shrugged then made his way through the passenger's seat, beside Joe

"Hey...what's this?" he asked, taking a hold of the small piece of paper that lay on the passenger's seat "Dude, what's this? Joeeeey. Hey!" the man sat down and Joe looked at him funnily then at the piece of paper

"Dirty, whoa, sorry, spacing out." Was all Joe said. Dirty nodded and looked down at the piece of paper "There's a cemetery near here, I know you and the guys might like it...call me, Maxinne Richards" Dirty read aloud then he read a series of digits at the back of the post-it. "Teenie?"

"Wait. What? Give me that!" Joe hit the breaks and parked at the side of the rode, grabbing the post-it then running to the back "Shelly! I got her number!" he shoved the blinding neon green color at her face then they both hugged each other then just started screaming "We got her number! We got her number!"

Patrick stared at his friend and fellow band-mate "Can I see that?" Patrick did not wait for any response or anything of some sort, when he said that, he did not ask, he demanded only with no force in his voice.

Our hat-wearing character held the paper on his hand "Patrick, dude, if you like her, I'll step away, I mean, it's rare you actually like someone." Joe said, examining Patrick's actions.

Patrick looked at Joe, his immediate reaction, blushing "No! Dude! I mean..." Peter laughed out loud ( lol :)) ) then sat on Patrick's lap and rubbing his cheek against his

"Oooooh Pattycakes likes someone! Pateeerick and Maxieee sitting on a tree F-U-C-K-I-N-G!" Peter sang as the rest laughed and the raven head hugged Patrick from the side while the girl who was previously talking to Patrick before all of the commotion glared at the piece of paper, unknown to the rest of the people.

"Guys..." Shelly started solemnly, making the group stop to look at her "Wow, Shelly's being serious!" the raven head gasped, laughing with the rest. Shelly glared at her; in turn she gave a slight whimper and kept quiet. "Shut up Leslie." Andy said to Leslie quietly, Pete giving her a comforting kiss to her forehead

Shelly sighed and sat down "Look, just...don't fall for her or whatever. She maybe the best fuck but she's not one bit a girlfriend. She can break hearts easier than any of you can breathe, I was her college roommate for a whole two semesters, I should know." Everyone simply blink and Joe was the first to react

"But that was last year, she can change, besides...it's college." Joe shrugged while some nodded and Shelly just looked, still, a bit dark "No Joe, she's more than any of you could ask for and she's something any of you could not get rid of. She will get what she wants." Shelly left them speechless as she entered the bunking area.

Not once in Shelly's life did anyone take her seriously, and no one started now. Shelly poked her head out from the curtains that separated the bunk area and the rest of the bus "Wow. You guys are quiet. Cool." She said. They all grinned but Andy progressed over to her, wrapping his arms around her petite body's waist then gave her a long and deep kiss "What was that for?" Shelly asked as they both parted.

"Shel, if you're questioning and not making out with him now, I will." A voice from the bunks said "Ebony, you bitch, you have a boyfriend for a reason" Ebony poked her head out too and laughed as she saw Shelly and the Hurley exchanging spit then laughed "You're relationship is wonder...and a turn on."

 

In every circle of friends there's a whore The one who flirts And does a little more

 

My apologies to those who I have promised a spot in the story, your appearance would most likely be Chapter 5-6 or so. I truely am sorry.

ilovevamps, futuremrsryanross. I owe you two big time.

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shocking, eh? he kisses her but he won't sing. dahmnit. I have to say, I'm a bit jealous. :)) haha

 

ShortJournal,

Rachel

check my quizilla out for the more presentable version. again, credit to courtneyatthepolka. :D

 

'Love' Falls Under The Category: Fiction [2]

             "So...dinner?" Shelly asked once again, destroying the 'moment'. Maxinne put back her less happy face but smiled either way, all of which was a play that could hypnotize doubters

"I wouldn't want to intrude on you and your boyfriend, I've seen them in magazines and I have their past three CDs, they're probably busy touring and they probably don't have much time, use that time with them, you guys need it" Maxinne smiled one last time. She gave a small nod to the five before they could say anything and turned to leave without a goodbye.

Maxinne Richards strutted over to the entrance, multiple winks given by those un-attractive men, her smirk placed on her face shouting the words 'suggestion' and 'attention'. Maxinne's proud interior made majority of the females, from the elderly to the adolescent girls that wanted nothing more than to grow up and have her Barbie-like body, in the room inferior and extremely envious. She bit her lip lustfully at one suited man and stopped her walking to let the automatic glass doors open and let her out but a shout held her back from taking a step forward into completely exiting the mediocre hotel.

"Maxinne! Wait!" the same shrill that cut her from her normal one-night stand routine once again suspended her from what she was about to do.

Maxinne just gave Shelly her normal bored expression and held back from showing her that she was exceedingly annoyed by her multiple interruptions.

There were three facts that kept her hindered and they were the facts that she did not want to cause a scene by any means, she didn't want to turn any man off then give the other women the benefit of confirmation in their minds that she's a bitch and she didn't want to ruin her chances with any of the band members that Shelly's friends with.

Maxinne wanted to know would kill to experience what a famous rockstar could do, no, seriously, she wanted to know how they do, get it? Oh for Pete's sake, she wants to know how good they are in bed. *sigh* back to the topic, Maxinne knew there were a lot of girls that ran after the band Fall Out Boy. She had a friend that she would label as 'emo', which she would deny, that's totally obsessed with them, but for her current situation, she had more other things to do than rockstars, she'll put them aside.

Maxinne wasn't dumb, and it didn't take someone that was to speculate that the band obviously would have to have gotten drunk or desperate at one point in their lives and have stupidity take over their bodies which results in banging multiple of their (a/n:lucky) fans that are obviously female unless one of them haven't came out of the closet.

Truthfully, Maxinne didn't mind what their orientation was, Maxinne knew if they were gay and getting some ass, they probably knew how to move right, hard and fast but most of these days gays are more open and they usually are fully dedicated to being homosexual, Maxinne doesn't have anything against them, in fact, her brother and best friend are gay, she knew what she was talking about and she didn't mean to offend anyone.

Shelly caught up with her long lost college roommate, her hands on her knees and her self panting slightly.

"Yes?" was all that came out of Maxinne's mouth.

Shelly couldn't help but stop herself from glaring at Maxinne, I mean, she ran after her, tripping twice in the process, and she didn't even get an 'Are you okay?' from the cause of it all? Nope. All she got was, in her opinion, an incredibly dull answer with a face that displayed total boredom and no such concern or worry.

The exact same thing ran through Maxinne's mind though in her point of view, she didn't care because she never asked Shelly to run after her and ask God-knows-what.

Shelly grabbed Maxinne's oblivious arm, startling Maxinne, and supported herself then laughing...loudly. "Whoo! That was a seriously fun ride!" she exclaimed but not so boisterous as to let any of the people in the room hear.

'She sounds like she's on crack or at least a bit boozified, with the way she's clinging, I'm a bit creeped out' Maxinne thought, chuckling on the inside at the synonym she gave due to the fact she couldn't find the word she was searching for which was actually the word 'drunk'.

"Shelly, I'm really sorry but I have a date tonight and right now, I need to go and call someone to pick me up or get a cab so I can eat lunch and have a nice chat with my mother about her wedding plans, okay?" Maxinne wasn't lying but she did say that excuse so that she could leave but her wit ran out and her face paled when Shelly replied

"Oh! Then maybe the guys and I could drop you off and maybe we could have lunch tomorrow!"

"I'm having lunch with my mother everyday for the next three weeks, she wants this one wedding to be perfect." Maxinne didn't lie either.

Shelly was getting exasperated with Maxinne's excuses "What about dinner tomorrow then?"

"Me and my brother have a movie night"

"The night after that?"

"Meeting"

"How about Saturday night?"

"Looking for a wedding dress for my mo--" Maxinne didn't have time to finish her sentence, Shelly just couldn't hold her impatience anymore

"Oh for Christ's sake! Your mother gets married every three years! I'm surprised she hasn't appeared on Guinness!" (a/n: sp?) Shelly shouted, a clear message of irritation being given off to Maxinne.

Maxinne just kept her expression, bored, and simply pursed her lips and told Shelly but not before Shelly started frantically apologizing "Oh my God, I'm sorry." Shelly hung her head low

"Since you decided to insult me and my mother, I guess you have a bit of gut in you, not to mention desperation. Sunday night, 7:00, Home Town Buffet, the one near San Bruno, I'll just cancel a date I have and we'll have dinner, alright?" Maxinne was cold, quiet and reserved, everyone knew that but Shelly surely didn't mind which puzzled Maxinne.

Maxinne Richards was always treated like a goddess by most men; girls were jealous but wanted to be her friend to gain a notice of some sort. Her high school career was spent as the queen bee, rejecting becoming a cheerleader or the captain of the cheerleader's squad; she spent some of her Wednesday nights sleeping with the chairman of the chess club which always ended up with her report card full of 'A+'s, she was indeed a goddess.

On to another topic, Maxinne stepped out of the hotel and simply stared at Shelly who was looking confused "Why are you staring at me?" she asked

"You said you wanted to give me a ride." Maxinne has seen this in movies all the time, Shelly would say 'Oh yeah! Right! Wait right there!' while Maxinne shakes her head and laughs but this is her story, Maxinne simply sat on the bench outside and ignored her reaction

"Oh yeah! Right! Wait right there!" Shelly shouted running off to probably tell the guys and whoever that they're going. Maxinne chuckled a bit at her predictions

"I've been watching too much One Tree Hill, wait, what am I saying?" she laughed. Maxinne never needed companions except for her brother, herself and him were all she needed.

A couple of minutes Maxinne got tired of waiting and stood up but when she tried going to the cab stop another shout stopped her, I mean really, what is it with people and shouting to stop her from doing something today?

"Maxie! Over here!" it was Joe, apparently the hoe with the fro. Maxinne turned her head to the left and saw the huge bus just behind the concrete wall of the hotel. Maxinne laughed, at her nickname and ran over to the bus since the loading time wasn't really that long.

Maxinne boarded the bus with a 'What the fuck' look due to the fact she saw the sight of...

okay. just ignore my other fic. anyways. I already posted this on my quizilla, animemaniacwoohoo. and here it is...Chapter 3 is currently under construction. I'm going for something more mature

 

'Love' Falls Under The Category: Fiction [1]

 

 

 

A girl, young at age, tangled in cream sheets, caught up in humid air sat up and stretched her arms then stood up, clad in nothing but her glossy silver necklace, she smiled at the remembrance of the events of the previous night. This girl sighed with contentment and started to dress up in her lace underwear, dark-washed skinny jeans and baby t-shirt that loosely clung on to her body to show her slender figure. When she was done, she took a hair tie and began to gather her hair in a high pony-tail, very neatly as she has had experience.

 

“Uh…Jake? No that’s not it…Keith? Not that…” she argued to herself very quietly “Brandon…nope. Ben…yeah! Ben…that’s it” she grinned, winning the fight against her own mind “Well Ben, I have to say, it was fun" she said as if the figure that lay messily on the bed was awake though she was aware that the boy was unconscious from the mind-blowing pleasure the two shared just a few hours before. She put on her sneaker-flats and made her way out of the hotel room

 

“One of the best” she said to herself and quickly made her way into the elevator that was closing “Thanks” she told the group of people in the said elevator who halted the doors from closing, they all gave a curt nod but there was a face that seemed too jolly for our leading lady's future liking.

 

“Maxinne!” the woman excused herself from a conversation she was having with her companion and moved a bit around the limited space “God. I haven’t seen you in so long!” the platinum blonde girl squealed as the rest of the people men in the elevator watched with amusement, their eyes waiting for Maxinne’s reaction

 

“Sorry, do I know you?” Maxinne asked, a bored look on her face with not even one sign of interest

 

“Ha, ha, ha. It’s me, Shelly, you know, your old roommate in college!” Shelly giggled while Maxinne forced a happy toothy smile on her face

 

“Oh! Shit! I’m sorry, I haven’t seen you in, like, forever!” Maxinne shrieked a lie, giving her [apparently] old college roommate a hug with a plastic giggle being given off

 

The men in the elevator cocked their eyebrows and curved their lips into a smirk, not falling for Maxinne’s acts of…well…acting.

 

“Say, since we have this little reunion, why don’t we, like, go and have dinner and catch up? I mean, I’m dying to know what happened to you and that totally hott Derek guy” Shelly slyly suggested, a boy with wavy red hair coughing in the background, the other three boys silently laughing

 

Shelly glared at her four comrades then took the hands of the coughing boy and enlaced her fingers with his “Oh yeah, Maxinne, this is my boyfriend, Andy.”

 

Andy smiled, kissing Shelly’s cheek then putting out a hand for Maxinne to take “Hey” he simply said

 

“Hey to you too.” She said a bit dully but none the less with energy and shook his sweaty hand

 

“That’s Peterick and Joe.” Shelly laughed and they mimicked Andy’s actions

 

“You can’t mix us up, you’ll know, I’m Joe, the hoe with a fro” Maxinne couldn’t help but give out a laugh the rhymes of her new acquaintance “I’m sure I won’t mix you up with the rest” she said, taking his hand then lightly shaking it

 

“Pete. Not Peter. Not Peterick” the boy dressed in the green hooded jacket playfully glared at Shelly but then took Maxinne’s hand but instead of shaking it “Nice to meet you Pet--” He kissed her hand then grinned “Pete.” She finished “Forward aren’t you?” she asked and he gave a smirk and a very arrogant yet flirtatious “Whatever floats your boat”

 

They all reached the ground floor and stepped out the elevator and walked over the lobby couches so they wouldn’t block the way

 

Then, last but not the least was the boy with a cap who seemed to be very timid, taking out his hand and quietly saying “Hi” Maxinne was so curious about this boy, he seemed very, very, very interesting to her. The three guys laughed a bit at the cap-wearing boy but Shelly glared at them, causing them to keep quiet “Hey” Maxinne replied, smiling then taking his hand for a hand shake “You are?” she asked

 

“Patrick.” He raised his head a bit more, then smiled

 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Patrick.”

 

xxx

I have ADD, but I know I'll continue this story. credit to courtneyatthepolka, by the way.

Bloc party came HERE and today, I got my hair all orange-ified. it's sorta like Patrick's only a bit more orange. but nothing like the crayons...my 'rents would disown me or something.

I just remembered about this today...so I blog...anyways, I forgot which day and I was only able to stay for half the gig cause I got text messeged and I had to leave cause my tita (translation: aunt) fell down the stairs of her home buuuuuuuut she didn't even get hurt...she only ended up with a bruise and my mom asked me to stay cause the doctor said someone had to stay just for a day cause they want to keep her for the night in case anything shows up. T-T I was like, deprived of the whole concert. I was only there for like, two songs. gahddamnit. I hate stairs.

 

my hair. is orangish. I lurve it. absolutely looooove it.