Sunday, May 3, 2009

Line Up For The Dirty South Bamboozle Like Festival Which We Wish You Could Attend

3oh!3
A Day To Remember
AFI
All Time Low
Anarbor
Angels & Airwaves
Bayside
Blink 182
Breathe Carolina
Bring Me The Horizon
Brokencyde
The Cab
Circa Survive
Chiodos
Cobra Starship
Cute Is What We Aim For
Dang We're On Fire
Danger Radio
The Devil Wears Prada
Escape The Fate
Every Avenue
Fall Out Boy
Flyleaf
Forever The Sickest Kids
Framing Hanley
Gym Class Heroes
Hawthorne Heights
Hey Monday
I Am Ghost
The Maine
Mayday Parade
My Chemical Romance
Never Shout Never
Panic At The Disco
PlayRadioPlay
Red Car Wire
A Rocket To The Moon
Say Anything
Select Start
School Boy Humor
Silverstein
This Providence
There For Tomorrow
Underoath
The Used
Versaemerge
We The Kings
Weezer
You, Me, And Everyone We Know

Monday, April 13, 2009

Genius Only Comes In Storms Of Fabled Foreign Tongue

I won't ever forget the words that made me weak
I can still feel your lips against my skin
Mumbling through recycled phrases
And I keep hearing things
You regret saying.
Because, today it feels like forever
And yet it feels like just yesterday.
And if you're wondering,
I love you too.

Dear William Beckett

A/n: mindless rant. Enjoy.


Actually I was having a nice day, sick, tried, and fighting with a stupid boy, but I was having a long lazy day, that I was quite enjoying. Now I find out that Billbeckett, the William Beckett, recorded and wrote a song with Demi Lovato. I knew I cared this much, and im fucking pissed.

She started as a fucking stupid fan, much like all of us. She got him a j-14 vid, and sweetly enough he replied. (Though, I wrote a blog solely dedicated to him, which he had the link to, reply to his every little tweet, and blog post. I go to any concert within driving distance to this place, have every tai album, twice, and buy merch up the ass. Oh, I also make I love billbeckett posters which accompany me to these cocnerts so maybe he'd say hello to me, and all I've gotten is a fucking smile. Thanks for a smile Beckett).

Anyways, then he starts talking to her over twitter. You're a bitch you know, you replied once to me, ONCE, and it had nothing to do with what I said, it was about A & fucking K. Guess, what, when you replied, I threw up and hyperventilated. You don't reply to your fans over twiter, you don't even make an attempt, asshole.

So enough that he talks to her (and doesn't talk to ANY fan beside her over twitter) but now he makes music with her, and practically expects us to like her.

Fuck you William Beckett.
You suck at being an artist, all you are is a performer.
You really have disappointed me, like I didn't think possible.
Fuck you. Im crying.
I didn't cry when my parent broke up asshole.

Thanks for giving three fuck.

I get that she's famous, I get that its good publicity, and I get you're nice. This ahs gone too far though, and im going to punching the next eight year old who listens to TAI cause they got it from that fake.

Thanks William, really.

Dear William Beckett

Sunday, April 12, 2009

I love PaigeandHagen

Not really, I love the Paige part of Paigeandhagen cause I don't talk to Hagen all that much.

:)

That's all I wanted to say.

Good night young, old, talented, talentless. Ill see you when the sun draws the skies once again.

Moving On Is Easiest When Im Around You

The sky pours out of my bedroom window
And every star pinpoints another way to you
I wake up on summer nights to watch hope dwindle
Watch as my every thought of you strengthens
And I swallow a breath to hold it all together
To see that there is nothing left in me
Because every second without you is forever


Something I wrote for you, and only you. And though you're are probably asleep (or worse) my thoughts are wrapped around your name. Its cute isn't it? My pathetic attempts at attention.

Everything I've ever written, was written for you.

Love Instead

My life could revolve around
Eyes of hazel
I could find within a single
Forever.
My weakest trait
Is my strongest point
My thoughts of you.
I lay awake
Imagining your breath
Memorizing your scent
Yet, you make me weak
Because I could never
Have a photocopy of
Perfection.