everything is Pete Wentz's fault

How Summerland Found Its King

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 06:55:02 GMT

King Pete (and Queen Ashlee)

(Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy and Ashlee Simpson-Wentz)

Prince Gabriel

(Gabe Saporta of Cobra Starship)

Prince Adam

(Adam Turla of Murder by Death)

Prince Alexander

(Alex DeLeon (Singer) of The Cab)

Prince Brian

(Brian Viglione of the Dresden Dolls)

Prince Michael

(Mikey Way of My Chemical Romance)

Prince Brendon

(Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco)

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 06:10:33 GMT

How Summerland Found Its King: A Tale of False Advertising, Klutziness, and of course, True Love
always-a-girl!Ryann/Brendon
summary: Queen Ryann needs a king.
G / ~1,500 words
disclaimer: I don't know anybody who knows anybody who knows anybody. This didn't happen.
of course, LOTS OF LOVE TO MY BESTEST FANDOM FRIEND EVER xhrkbhrl for beta-ing, and title brainstorming!

Summerland was not, by any means, perfect. First of all, it wasn’t summer all year round, as their name suggested, there was snow every winter, and plenty of slush, sleet, and general unpleasantness every other season. They had their fair share of floods, droughts, famines, and wars. There was unhappiness and despair, unrest and injustice at every turn, as their King George was a conservative drunk who oppressed his people. However, he did have a daughter who was the pride of Summerland. Princess Ryann was, in the public’s opinion, what every princess ought to be: educated, witty, kind, and beautiful. She caused just enough scandal to keep her people talking, but never enough to disgrace her name (her close friendship with a nobleman’s son, Spencer, was a source of constant buzz). She was a fashion icon, and danced at every ball (which was a considerable amount of dancing, as the princess hosted one at every possible occasion.) Her close friendship with King Peter was glorified by the citizens, and he was counted as one of Summerland’s few strong allies. Princess Ryann was, in a word, perfect.

When King George died, the people didn’t even pretend to mourn. His heir was never disputed; Queen Ryann was crowned three days later. His supporters claimed an old battle wound had finally caught up to him, but most people knew the old bastard had drank himself to death. Ryann and Spencer raised their cups in acknowledgment of her late father, though a quick glance between them said it all; it was the acknowledgment of the end of their childhoods. At just nineteen, the new Queen immediately began fixing her broken kingdom. Wars with nations that her father had drunkenly declared for no reason were ended, though she kept her forces strong. She poured money into the arts. She lifted the harsh censorship and discriminatory laws, and listened to her people’s plights. But she was a sad queen, and was at constant battle with silent demons that only she and Spencer knew of.

After just two years of rule, the people began to worry. Was their Queen going to marry? Would there be an heir? He council felt it too, and finally brought it up. The queen took a deep breath and reached for Spencer’s hand.

“Are there any…political situations that would be…rectified by a marriage?” she asked carefully, aware of her duties as Queen.

Her council considered, but could come up with none.

“Then I am free to marry for love?” she questioned, only daring to get her hopes up for a moment. It was a childish thought, but perhaps her sadness could be cured.

The council murmured for a moment, and it was confirmed. She could marry whom she chose.

Ambassadors went into overdrive; they sent for portraits of their princes and constantly tried to woo the Queen into choosing their royalty over another. At one point, she locked herself in her quarters and shouted, “If anybody wishes to discuss politics rather than marriage with me, let me know!”

She was not disturbed for three days.

Finally, Spencer sat on her bed and frowned. “Most of the portraits have arrived. You really should start...looking.”

Ryann sighed. “If you insist.” They smiled.

The Queen sent invitations to potential suitors, requesting that they visit Summerland so that they could, if nothing else, finally meet face-to-face as allies, rather than the enemies they had grown up as.

The first suitor was Prince Gabriel. He was handsome, funny, and charming. However, he towered over Ryann, to the point of awkwardness. She watched carefully and noted the amount he drank, and once drunk, his odd partiality towards cobra snakes and his love for a Lady Bianca. Ryann sent him home with gifts and well wishes.

The second suitor was Prince Adam, of Detroit. They got along well, and he was an excellent story teller, telling tales from his lands in a deep voice that never ceased to shock Ryann. His facial hair was also something to behold, and Ryann caught Spencer inspecting his chin, should Ryann chose this prince and his whiskers come in fashion. However, a considerable age and personal belief difference persuaded Ryann to remain colleagues with Prince Adam.

A late portrait arrived. The Queen viewed it privately with Spencer, where they burst out laughing. “Spencer, the boy can’t be more than five years old.” Queen Ryann did not meet Prince Alexander of Vegas until several years later.

Prince Brian of Boston had Ryann head-over-heels. He was an eccentric, passionate musician who thrilled Ryann with his feats and jokes. She insisted this prince stay longer, and invited King Pete and Queen Ashlee to meet him. Rather than be horrified with Brian’s choice of a skirt and tight bodice to greet her closest friends, Ryann found it irresistible.

“Well?” she asked of them, starry-eyed.

Ashlee hmmed. “He’s funny, certainly. Sunny. But not...” Ashlee paused.

“Fit to be king.” Pete finished. It was a punch to the gut, but Ryann understood. Painfully, she told Brian that there was a girl out there for him, but she was not her. She locked herself in her quarters and cried for two days.

She then agreed to see Prince Michael. He spoke highly of his brother, who was married to a beautiful Queen Lindsey. Michael delighted Ryann with many stories of the royal pups, who were apparently high in number and treated like family. Ryann enjoyed his company very much, but he was quiet where she was loud, and did not seem to have her flare for high society. They wished each other luck, and he went home.

By now, the people were worried. Their queen was being too picky, and it had been several seasons. She was still their good queen, but they were scared for their future.

Prince Brendon had a terrible reputation among the royals. He was regarded as foolish and clumsy, with a mind set on fun and leisure rather than business and politics. The queen was desperate for a laugh, and invited him to her palace.

She was called away on the morning of his expected arrival. “Do apologize profusely!” she instructed her council. “I will be back as soon as I can.”

She was gone for two nights. She was back by midday, and called her council for news of her land, of the prince. The rumours were apparently true; he was nothing but a jokester. The queen frowned and dismissed them.

“What if...” she whispered to Spencer, privately.

Spencer squeezed her hand. “Your prince will come.” He told her, as if her life was a fairytale, but she still believed him.

She went all-out for the night’s festivities. After days in her riding habit and her outdoor clothes, she was desperate to dress up. She painted her face exquisitely, styled her hair delicately, and wore a gown that put all before it to shame.

Her arrival was announced to the grand hall; the doors swung open and silence fell, save for the sound of wood against stone; she smiled at the intrusion of a chair hitting the floor during her arrival. She entered the room, and the men retook their seats and a murmur ran through the room. She glanced up at the head table, and her breath caught.

Prince Brendon was still standing, staring at Ryann as if she were the first object he had ever seen. Their eyes remained locked, and he remained standing, until she was beside him. She sat and he made as to sit as well, but instead went crashing to floor. The fallen chair that had marred the silence of the room belonged to her guest. She had to grin, before adjusting to the energy and the passion that was pouring off the young man, a force she had never felt before. It made her light headed.

She carefully put a guard up. He seemed dangerous. She watched him. He only sipped at his wine, paid attention to everyone, shot compliments, and made Ryann laugh.

She retreated to her quarters, exhausted simply by Brendon’s presence.

Ryann went about her business as usual, and Brendon stayed. It felt natural to have him around. He was charming and inclusive, spending just as much time in the court as he did outdoors.

“For God’s sake, marry him already!” Spencer cried, surprising Ryann. So she called for King Pete and Queen Ashlee, who was now with child.

“He’s incredible!” Ashlee gushed. Ryann’s stomach fluttered. “Where he got such an awful reputation, I’ll never understand.”

“Tough family.” Pete provided. Ryann waited for his verdict. “Give me more time,” he finally announced.

More time was hardly any time at all, for King Pete had to return to Chicago.

“He’s silly.” Pete said. Ryann’s stomach dropped. “But if you don’t marry him, Ryann, so help me God, I will invade your lands.” Ryann laughed and thanked him.

Ryann, like always, defied tradition and proposed to Brendon. She was struck with fear when he hesitated but filled with warmth when he smiled, and they were married in an extravagant ceremony three months later. Summerland boasted about their royal couple. Everyone dreamed of a love like theirs. A secret romance was forged between Spencer and a member of Brendon’s escort, and everyone was happy.

if you are confused as to the identities of Bandom Royalty, here is my brief-as-hell primer

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 06:41:13 GMT

dear friends: okay okay lol you guys discovered the "like" feature on facebook. okay okay lol you all liked my status when i said "Amita Marie doesn't like that Ryan likes everything." okay okay lol.

But Michael. Michael, when I post a note titled "change" that reads "i dont even fucking smile the same way anymore." chances are "liking" the note is not a very good idea and i kind of want to cry now (harder than before)

today was fun until i got halfway home. i bought an Umbrella Academy t-shirt from the comic store, as well as a Brand New (BR& NEW lol even tho for some reason my mind always reads it as "Breight New? What?) and a Murder by Death shirt! Finally. The shirt's been sitting in my dad's favourite record store for months and he never noticed it.

and then things go crappy and i think i'm going to bed now. lol remember when i used to hate going to bed before midnight? lol that was actually only last week but it feels like ive been like this forever, this funk of being awake is such a drag and im just watiing until i start remembering dreams again and stop sleeping.

a courtroom was closed to the public today due to it being too graphic. the judge was shocked and said "then it must be bad." the watchmen is rated R in the states.

k whatever. sweet dreams.

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 23:46:07 GMT

I guess I'm going f-only? Huh. Okay.

...anybody wanna make me a banner?

what (was) bandflesh?

Mental health days are so tenth grade.

Go, Amita, go

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 15:57:39 GMT

if my mom didn't work at home and I didn't dread The Phone Call, the wrong side of my head would win some mornings. Most mornings.

My name is Herbert Bicanus.

I don't know who she is

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 06:56:32 GMT

blah blah blah. I had something of substance to post, really I did. I'm kind of in love with Lizzy's brain. Tokyo Police Club are my faaavourites and I'm glad they had the opportunity to get the spot on Desperate Housewives.

Remind me to hang out in the upstairs hallway more often. Force me to go to Cap. I don't care that the info session isn't until the evening and we'll probably be dead by three; I need to go. I need to do this. Go, Amita, go.

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 02:01:33 GMT

fuck everything. fuck CD's that cost more than 14.99. fuck colleges and universities. fuck ten moterfucking pounds of Toblerone. fuck my friends. fuck that stupid, ugly, annoying brat of a dog. fuck the car, fuck my job, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck my brain.

"I think you like the idea of random people knowing pretty much everything about you.... but not people that could actually apply it to you as a person"

convince me i need to go on this adventure. it doesn't have to be about the program, or the school- i just, i want this. tell me.

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 21:24:44 GMT

i feel like a ~~six~~seventeen year old "good girl" (thanks, Emily) should not be considering watching the comm sosodirty . but. Oh my God.

last night was an adventure and a half. Sort of. Not really. Role Models was meh. It was a nice, immature, laugh-embarrassingly-loud movie. And then at Ryan's we watched Happy Feet. And by "watched" I mean "the guys pointed out all the sexual innuendo in Happy Feet."

Off to work for another eight hour. (Thank, Colina- I hadn't realised the eight hour shifts made my paycheques high. Wow!) I never want to see another row of cookies in my life- but they're on special this week. Same with turnovers, honestly.

Is it weird I have so much more to post about, but can't post it because I'm not f-only? Is it weird that I feel claustrophobic when I'm f-only? Yeah, it is. It's weird that the Greek God drinks underage, too.

salamander.

letters.

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 08:06:18 GMT

how did i turn out like this?

Sat, 15 Nov 2008 09:05:59 GMT

ugh, so, we're chilling at Nikki's reading magazines and stuff, when the power goes out. At 10:30ish. It's Rain Season, which means the power here has been all over the place, but normally it flashes off and it back right away. No. It's still out, and it's 12:48.

Jon came over (he was a few streets away anyways) and so we all rushed downstairs to see him. I took my glass of Fresca down with me. And then I fell. On the stairs, and Nicole doesn't exactly live in a ritzy place, so I landed on a board of wood. Fresca ended up all over the wall, and I will have a very colourful lower back tomorrow. And my pinky hurts like a bitch. It was awful, I couldn't breathe or think. But yeah, so then we had to clean up the Fresca and I said "ow" every time I moved for the rest of the night.

Anyways, the affected areas are very random. At first we assumed it was a certain side of the tracks, because Mike and I's houses had power and we're on the North side, whereas a whole bunch of people we knew on the South side didn't have any. But then we called Shine and he had is, so we're really confused. It probably doesn't sound that unbelievable to those not in town, but trust me, they're random. OH, and the movie theatre's went out. Opening night for Quantum of Solace, yeah. But they all got a gift cert or something for their next movie, so that's okay.

I don't understand why half my friends are friends with me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALUX. You will never read this, but I miss you, and I love you, no matter what.

eta: i just had an amazing convo with Mike and am now writing fic. Um. I hope I'm still this inspired tomorrow, because I should have been in bed an hour ago. and eight hour shift, two hours at home and then going to see Role Models on what will probably be five hours of sleep was not the greatest idea I've ever had. Oh well. It's worth it.

and the power's back on, three hours after it went out. Apparently it was a car crash.

Sat, 15 Nov 2008 04:28:36 GMT

i don't know who i am, but this isn't it.

i parted my hair diagonally tonight. just for kicks. just to say that Darius could still love me, because i wear my hair in different styles.

listening to Razia's Shadow, specifically The Missing Piece, has made me realise something spectacular: I am not in love with anybody. I'm not falling in love with anybody. I think this is the first time in my life where everything has stopped at like. It's... I don't know what it is. Interesting, because hello, this is me. Relieving, because oh my life is so much easier. Frustrating because now I can't quote The Missing Piece in case someone thinks my feelings for somebody are deeper than they actually are. Sigh.

My parents have given me their blessing to not go to Dry Grad, which, I'm sorry Nicole, I'm not going to do. Go, that is. Party at my house (which I also have my parents' blessing for) with people who made my Pitt high school experience what it is.

Anyways, I'm off to Nikki's for a few hours. Good night.

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 23:58:44 GMT

my life, so boring.

i'm kinda tempted to write an intro post for the one new friend i added from the meme, and for everybody else who has no idea who i am, but it would probably turn into a huge emo fest or something and I'm so not down with that rn.

question: what is the origin of the swastika? My history teacher told us it was Mayan today; I've always been told it was Buddhist. I did a quick Google search and about fifteen different cultures were returned, so now I'm just curious as to what you've been taught.

also question for the Brits on my f-list: why are there zig-zag lines leading up to a crosswalk? Is it simply to warn that there is a crosswalk coming up ahead? My parents first noticed it on the Panic Abbey Road picture, and again on Four Weddings and a Funeral.

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 23:58:13 GMT

oh god; i'm dying. i blame mike! ugh, random cold :( it started litterally at midnight last night and now i feel like crawling onto the couch at doing nothing, nothing at all all night. or maybe listening to razia's shadow or watching a movie or something idk idk i'm just sick :(

i've been obsessed with razia's shadow haha. i spent a few hours last night picking it apart with Lizzy and today I thought about it some more, and i still have no idea what's going on. sigh.

couch time

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 08:59:31 GMT

it scares me that my dog wakes up in the middle of the night with a very scared yelp.

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 01:58:12 GMT

I HAVE IT. RAZIA'S SHADOW IS MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE

except... not really... I bought it off iTunes. Story: Dad kept not ordering it because he could never remember the name. So then he triple checks with me and goes to order it today, only to discover someone along the line has changed distributors, and the new one has a horrible rep. So I said fuck it and bought it off iTunes, and if I see it next time I'm down in the states I'll just buy it again.

And I bought videos:
NORTHERN DOWNPOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - Panic at the Disco
But It's Better If You Do - Panic! at the Disco
Saturday - Fall Out Boy
Cheer It On - Tokyo Police Club (if you've never seen that video before, go now. NOW.)
Honey - the Hush Sound
Wine Red - the Hush Sound
and three Okkervil River ones and I finally got We Watch A Lot Of Movies, the song I somehow managed to miss off the Murder by Death/Volta Do Mar split.

...so brb listening to Razia's Shadow. Lizzy: for serious let's write that shit. Please?

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 23:11:46 GMT

pleasant mood, what is this? I like you.

eta; does anybody know of any bands that sound like old Panic? I want to listen to music that I could throw a circus to. That isn't Panic! because I've been listening to them for weeks straight.

giant glass dildo

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 07:07:27 GMT

lol ps: Mike got me ten pounds of Toblerone for my birthday. Emily and I thought he was carrying a body.

so long as we keep our bodies numb we're safe

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 05:14:44 GMT

today. oh, today. I had way, way too much time to think, and it all got very messy. I started off happy, giggly, and then I got extremely upset, and then I was both.

In coclusion: fuck. On one hand, alcohol \o/ I gained a ~connection with some new, very awesome friends, but I have... this to deal with. And I know I can handle it maturely, but idk, I just don't want to.

Maybe I should be f-locking these posts? idk. Here: so im not gonna lie, i got a little jealous, but please, dont make anything outta that, because theres nothing more to it. i dont want this to make things awkward between us, but i also didnt want to keep you thinking that i was mad at you cuz thats not true
and this is why she is my sister.

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 10:55:24 GMT

Woek up at like, two, still a little loopy but have since sobered up completely. I didn't forget anything, it's all right here. I'm fucking freezing.

Drunk messages from Garrett and Griffin are amazing. Garrett's concerned he didn't tell Emily how he felt enough times, I'm just laughing at him and saying at least she knows how you feel.

Not even gonna read my last entry and I don't wanna delete it. No apologies.

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 08:02:30 GMT

guys lol omg i'm so drunk i know thats a stupid thing to say but i am, idk i had so much fun but only becuase i was like "ruyn awwaaaaaay" form mike and emily who were making out and stroking each other's exposed skin all night and iwa slike "in love with Mike go away both of you" so i ran away with Griffin and Garrett was like "omg i love Emily" so we were both like :( all night but Griffin is awesome and I drank most of his cooler when i got cut off by Third and Rachel (thank you for eveyuhtin gorls for serious)(but wait i'm so drunk i'm not supposed to remember Mike/Emily tomorrow

WHAT I HAVE TO REMEMBER IS: HANG OUT WITH GRIFFIN AND GARRETT MORE BECAUSE THEY ARE WICKED AWESOME SRSLY GRIFFIN YOU'RE NOT A MANWHORE LOLS ORRY FOR SAYING THAT

drinking water on ym ten mins on the comp before bed. Dad could smell it on me but only cos i spelti it lol I didn't even throw uyo =once. That;'s why Mike and Em ~hooked up cos Mike kept puking sghfkj.

i had a ckae with the Awesome Face nad I have wicked friends anf Griffin ♥

WORK TOMORROW @ 11 OMG HAHAH loser

lol im tempted to not leave this f-lcoked so miek cna see BUT I'LL FORGET TOMORROW SO I'T SFLOCKED OR SOMETHING

i fixed Racehl's Panic songs cos I'm a ner haha

♥♥♥ happy birthdya mike

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 15:37:32 GMT

one of the FOB news journals has to go.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY immortal_lights !!!!!!! and Mike. ♥♥♥

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:21:19 GMT

My Chemical Romance, an alternative rock quintet from New Jersey are most known for their legions of “emo” fans, dark image, and powerful music. Teenagers around the world proudly claim “My Chemical Romance saved [their] life” and frontman Gerard Way counts himself among them, between forming the band after an adolescence of depression and finding faith in it again when he addictions got out of control in 2004. The entire band- Way most adamantly- constantly encourages trouble fans to “talk to someone” and to “not piss away [their] life on suicide.” Despite constant media reports to the contrary, My Chemical Romance wants to save your life, not end it.
          Growing up in a “working area” of New Jersey, the band members spent most of their adolescences with their noses in comic books or their fingers strumming a guitar. Lead singer Way formed the band in 2001 after witnessing the terrorist attacks on New York City, getting out of the comic and cartoon industry he originally planned to call home to create a band that would “[use] sweeping metaphors, rather than ‘you just broke my heart’” and hopefully save lives. Way brought together two old friends and his brother to form My Chemical Romance, who were quickly signed to Eyeball Records where they found their second guitarist. However, the band did not mean that Way had found happiness. Their debut album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, opens with the line “The amount of pills I’m takin’ counteracts the booze I’m drinkin’.” These problems would only get worse. Suddenly faced with international stardom, a shy-by-nature Way withdrew into a haze of prescription pills, alcohol, and eventually cocaine. When he collapsed while on tour in Japan in 2004, he realized he didn’t want My Chemical Romance to “end up on a VH1 Behind The Music special” and turned to his bandmates for strength as he sobered up. My Chemical Romance has overcome personal problems and many suicidal thoughts together, and they only wish others to do the same.
          My Chemical Romance fans are, to put it lightly, very passionate about the band. While casual fans don’t look past the lyrics or guitar riffs, “hardcore” fans know all they can about “their boys.” Through three LPs, the band has spoken scores about life and death, hope and loss, topics fans of the genre identify easily with. Watching their hero’s overcoming of addictions and four out five band members finding love has encouraged many fans to “keep on living.” In 2008, when a young girl in England committed suicide after an argument with her parents, the parents quickly pointed to My Chemical Romance as the cause of their daughter’s death, which the media had a “field day” with. Fans were quick to react and took to the streets- literally and figuratively. British fans staged a protest in London and a website (http://www.thankyoumcr.net) was developed on which fans share tales of how they “found the strength to overcome obstacles, turn away from self-destruction, and face life ‘awake and unafraid’ because of the band's example and message.” Such overwhelming response to the tragedy and sub subsequential accusations simply cements the fact the band doesn’t want their fans to commit suicide- but rather, do the opposite and live a happy, healthy life.
          My Chemical Romance, through interviews and lives shows, constantly vocalizes their anti-suicide message. It is a rare thing indeed to experience a concert at which Way does not encourage fans to be strong in the face of trouble (“Occasionally, some mother****er is going to try and use you as their Doomsday device. You know what you say to them? You. Cannot. Destroy. Me!”), compliment his fans (“Hey girls, you're beautiful. Don't look at those stupid magazines with sticklike models. Eat healthy and exercise . . . You are gorgeous, whether you're a size 3 or a size 14”), or encourage those in trouble to “talk to someone.” The four other members also vocalise their faith in their fans, band and music with speeches about elitism and how it doesn’t exist at a My Chemical Romance show and their reasoning behind joining the band. General consensus is that My Chemical Romance wants to change, and save, [your] life.
          When a young girl took her own life two summers after the most recent My Chemical Romance album, fans’ blood boiled when the media accused their band of dark things that contradicted anything and everything they had ever believed in. Fans know that the “five dudes who are just as messed up” would never encourage a human being, fan or hater, friend or enemy, to commit suicide or commit any other act of self harm. “My Chemical Romance is a life saving band for most, if not all, of their fans,” as well as the man behind the magic, Gerard Way.

I had to confirm the Bullets lyric so I put on my MBD/MCR playlist, and um, oh yeah. That's why I'm here. ♥
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omg most entetaining dinner ever at Applebees. My dad and I were on one side of the booth, my mom and grandparents on the other. There's a little girl sitting behind my dad and I, and she's of course staring at us and driving her parents crazy. At one point I look over at my dad and there are two tiny hands on his back. Needless to say, I burst out laughing becuse the little girl has randomy reached out and started touching my dad's back. I started snorting and we couldn't stop laughing. And then later, my dad was randomly looking around the restaurant when he chocked back a burst of laughter, and I looked up and noticed the woman wearing a pair of penguin earmuffs indoors. I burst out laughing again at my dad's reaction, and we both couldn't stop, again. It was totally awesome.

ugh I cannot wait until I move out and start drinking and uuuuuuuugh. Suburban white kid rant~ I have to be home at 11.30 from a birthday party for me and my best friend that is ending at two. STUPID RANDOM NONSENSE SHIFTS.

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 19:45:41 GMT

sigh. Drama. Work called while I was asleep (at 9.40) and said that I was supposed to be in at nine. I was close to tears and freaking the fuck out at myself. Don told mom that it was okay that I came in at noon, which is when I thought I started. And then at like, 10.20 I get a call from Don saying "Denise misread the schedule, you work at noon" so, wow.

zarah5 and softlyforgotten have paired up to write a Pride and Prejudice AU of doom. And it actually is of doom, because it's Brendon/Jon and Spencer/Ryan. There was an epic iternal battle with myself (but relayed to Emily, haha sorry) and eventually my squick lost (my reasoning is that in such an AU, Ryan/Spencer don't know each other and therefore have not been best friends since forever) and I'm now following the Pride and Prejudice AU like a lovesick puppy or something.

Work. At noon. Then Applebee's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 02:56:32 GMT

WHAT. I SHARE A BIRTHDAY WITH ALICIA FREAKING SIMMONS AND NOBODY EVER TOLD ME?

WHAT. >:0

WILL UPDATE MOAR LATER MY FRIENDS ARE HERE AND WE ARE EATING HOTDOGS AND WILL HAVE ICE CREAM CAKE AND WATCH CHICK FLICKS.

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 05:39:36 GMT

sorry.