Blowjob the Ghost

Last night I went to this little whole in the wall bar down Atlantic Ave. in Delray Beach called Dada's. I had heard of it before, but only because the Jester was known for playing there. Speaking of which, does anyone know if he actually died?

Anyway, I went for a great band called Jukebox the Ghost. This was the second time that I had seen Jukebox the Ghost. The first time I saw them was in Orlando with Nightmare of You. I was a little bit too intoxicated at the time, but I had a blast watching Jukebox play. I just hoped that I would enjoy them sober the second time around.

It was probably more amazing. And, even though I didn't stay sober, I still completely was blown away. Ben Thornewill has amazing skills on the keys and the band's energy is overwhelmingly bubbly. Every song that I asked them to play, they did. They even covered "Beautiful Life" by Ace of Base.

The venue had excellent drinks and they served us all night. We didn't really stop to think about how much money we had until we had already bought $130 worth of alcohol in the course of an hour. I danced and drank with Ben all night. I also met an amazingly insane man from Liverpool with a great appreciation for corny 80's music.

Jukebox and I all had plans to go to the beach this afternoon, but they had to get over to Orlando to play Backbooth. Next time, my friends. Anyway, probably one of the best shows I have been to in quite awhile. Great energy. It's all quite simple: go see Jukebox the Ghost when they come to your town.

Wednesday is Ladytron with Datarock in Miami. I'm super excited for that. Anyone else going? You should.

I'm Back

I haven't written in this thing for a long time. I have recently decided that I'm going to make a healthier life for myself. Not so much in the physical sense, but in the mental sense. This summer was an extreme turning point in my life. I changed, no, developed a lot.
Anyways, I'm going to be posting more and, hopefully, on more interesting subjects. I'm going to focus more on my writing and work on submitting pieces. I have recently joined a band playing keyboard so that will be another thing to look out for. I just really want to be happy with things. I hope this is entertaining. I'm not shallow and I never was but I still need to shift my focus.

I Only Love You For Your Apathy

There's something incedibly "scene" about the idea of posting poetry in a blog.So I will not today.


My friends are supposedly moving to Seattle.I find this funny because it cost three times as much in Seattle as it is in Boca Raton.Recently,I've started investing my time in new people.Last night assured me that my decision was right.
I turned up at a friend's house and the second I opened the door it was slammed in my face and I was told to leave for two hours.It turns out that a friend of mine's mother was meeting the mother hen of the group and this friend did not want us there.I would like to know what is so offensive about us kids.The acid heads were allowed in the house but the responsible kids where told to leave.

I'm extremely angry.The person whos house it was wanted us to be there but this girl wouldn't have that.She acted like she was so ashamed of us that her mom simply couldn't see that she may associate herself with the likes of me and my friends.This is mean,but I know that she will most likely lose her friends and her boyfriend due to her lack of balls and ability to stand up to her mom.

Life goes on.

I love VU...still.I can't fucking wait for Control!!!!!!!!

After Hours

I'm going to a party tonight.It's "Rock&Roll" themed.I think it's just an excuse for all my emo/xcore/goth/poser friends to dress up in slutty clothes with lots of black eyeliner.I'm going against the crowd and doing a 60's rock theme.It's a Velvet Underground & Nico influenced look.Banana not included.Too bad I don't have a tambourine or a German accent.I'll have pictures of my brother in his "White Snake outfit" up soon.

I didn't hang out with any friends this weekend.I'm starting to think that my friend was subconsciously using me to get to my brother.I know that he feels more important when he makes music with my brother.He has no interest in hanging out with me unless my brother is home.If they don't like me,then they shouldn't use me.
I just haven't put a social life on the top of my list.I've been writing TONS and reading a lot.Studying the Hindenberg Crash of 1937,as well.I think I'll take up a second language this summer and maybe an instrument.I don't want to be one of those women that has such a definate plan in life they end up killing themselves from stress.I just decided that whatever happens,happens.And when it happens I want to be finely educated.I don't want to say "Oh,I have a husband now.That's one thing to check off my list.Now I can become a doctor and then a teacher and then Malibu Barbie."
Woman can do whatever they want but they can't do EVERYTHING at the same time.I just wish I were smart and I don't want to feel like I missed out.
Which is why I'm focusing on other things now,not a social life.I'm going to prep school next year and I'm sure I'll make friends and have a good social life.I have to wear a plaid mini skirt which isn't too bad.The thing that I always look for at uniformed schools is the kid's shoes.What did I see?I saw a girl in a plaid skirt and striped polo wearing pink,glitter eyeliner and sparkly zebra ballet flats.
I'm so excited for my sister to come in to town.AND I GET TO SEE THE SHINYS SOON!!!!!YAY!


This is a repost.I thought it was interesting:



"What Makes An Ugly?"

2. Uglies have vomit all over the front of them. I mean, this is a pretty clear statement. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that if somebody has vomit all over the front of them, whether or not the face is involved, said person is an Uglie. Once several years ago I woke up in my bed with all my clothes on from the night before, and there was vomit all over the front of me. I assume it was mine, but hey, I wasn’t gonna taste it to be sure. But my outfit had been standard: shirt, pants, underwear, belt, socks, shoes. I woke up wearing my shirt, pants, belt, socks, and shoes (with vomit all over the front of them). You’ll notice that I did not wake up wearing underwear. It was on me the night before, but it was not on me in the morning. I still have no idea what happened, and I never found it, either. Somebody out there knows what went down. OMG date me?! That’s what I said earlier! I have since washed the vomit off (most of) the front of me!

3. Pretty people can be Uglies. If they are total douchebags and/or aren’t attracted to me.

Confusion

I don't know what to do.Should I go back to school or continue being homeschooled?I don't know if I have much of a choice but my mom is really pushing Boca Christian at me.I really don't want to go there though.I'm judgemental,I know.She says I have a math and science brain and I would be wasting that if I stayed homeschooled.I can't get hands on teaching at home I guess.I think I'll end up being homeschooled this year and then going next year.I agree with her though.I do have a problem solving kind of brain.

I don't know....hmmm.Why are all the songs on the Kooks' EP so short?The line in Bus Song,"I waited and waited until I was dropped off" sounds sooooo much like "I waited and waited until I was jerked off."

I'm a perv.

These photos give me the creeps.

Hold On To Your Kite

I love Kate Bush.


You know what?I'm really boring.I can't even believe how boring I've become.

So I saw The Honorary Title last week with Rocket and Butch Walker & The Let's Go Out Tonites.THT was sooooooooooo good.Jarrod was extremely nice.I was a little shocked.He didn't even mention the dildonomous micrphones or jizz blits.Some girl said he had chicken legs.What a whore.

I'm also getting really fat.I'm fat AND boring.I want to be skinny. :(

Just FYI.Sarah Lewitinn is NOT married.Take a joke you livejournal kids.