drug_bust_red

MeandAmber

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 13:24:03 -0700

my cousin and myself.
why we're all "stfu", i'm not sure.

Me

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 13:23:29 -0700

the original to the "doubleshot"

Meandmyscarve

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 13:21:46 -0700

"can't cover it up, can't cover it up."
by that, of course, i mean the ugly.

doubleshot

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 13:20:53 -0700

one shot cropped to look like two. or that i have an evil identical twin.

Keep your mouth shut

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 10:26:57 -0700

Nobody's reading this, and that's okay. I would say "It's totally fine, I hate people in my business anyways," but we all know that part of that is a lie. Which part, I'm not really sure, but. Anyways. The change from screenwriter/director to music journalist/freelance writer is about a medium leap on the scale of small, medium, and big leaps. I'm still writing. I'm still doing something I love. Besides, music jouralists make crappy money, so I'll need another job anyway. I can sell my other works. We're not completely in the whole yet, Kristy. I'm so afraid of growing up though. 18 in 4 months. Mind boggling. I don't want to be an adult yet. Or, ever. But to complete 180 the subject - October is a good month for music. The Shade Of Poision Trees - Oct. 2 Viva La Cobra - Oct. 23 In Defense Of The Genre - Oct. 23 It's like OctoberFest for music. Also Hellogoodbye and Say Anything are coming here on Halloween. That's fun too. Hair cut soon. Catching up with old friends feels like home, even if they aren't really there. Movies to see: Feast Of Love Lars and the Real Girl Juno I always feel like there's too much to ever be said. I never know exactly how to say any of it. That's only because my fingers don't move as fast as my brain would like them too. I don't have to worry if my mouth if moving fast enough - But when I need it too, thats fails as well. Who knew crippling anxiety is something you can kind of hide? --- I'll get away quick I'll get away clean I'll get away faster If you don't follow me I'm certain there is nothing here I'm certain there is nothing more For you to hear about tonight And I won't apologize. I'll clean up my mess I'll clean up my glass That I let slip out Of my hands. I'm certain there is nothing here (I'll get away quick) I'm certain there is nothing more (I'll get away clean) For you to hear about tonight (I'll get away faster) And I won't apologize (If you don't follow me) I'll clean up my mess I'll clean up my glass That I let slip out Of my hands. I'll clean up my mess That I let slip out Of my hands I'll get away quick... And I won't apologize I'm certain there is nothing here (If you don't follow me) I'm certain there is nothing more (I'll get away faster) For you to hear about tonight (I'll get away clean) And I won't apologize (I'll get away quick) I'll get away quick --- <3

self-inflicted surgery is now routine

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 00:58:24 -0700

I'm not sure if it's good that I already had a nervous breakdown two days into the new school year. Actually, I'm quite sure that's not a good thing. I don't do stress, can't take responsibility. Kristy needs to grow the fuck up. Now. I've been so blocked as of late that I actually posted a school assignment as my last piece of "art." Bull crap, anyone? Kind of, but like I said, I feel frazzled just with life. Some director I'll make. I'm nearly shitting myself over a deadline that's 7 months away right now - How am I supposed to deal with one when I'm a writer/director? I'll constantly be in the hospital, because the production company will be worried about my health. That, or they'll drop me. See? Already worried about losing my first movie. I was contacted by a self publishing company called Xlibris. They saw one of my shorts, "Speaking Of Death" and thought I wanted to publish it. So a few email messages go by and suddenly in the mail today, I get an information booklet on cost of publishing my book of short stories. I'm really, really, really taking it into consideration, despite the $400 cost. I'd get quarterly payments when/if it sells. I get my own copy (what? yeah, its that awesome) and some other things, like it being sold in their webstore. Boo and yah. These are the short stories I'm debating putting in there. I'll obviously need more if I do this, but like I said, I'm not exactly pulling hundreds of dollars out of my ass, so: Speaking of Death Will's Secret Coin - OPERATED - Boy The Owner and the Tale Uncomfort (possibly) Victor Murder The Clown Compulsive If you know of any of my other works you found interesting or liked, let me know, I'll add it to the list. *** Celtx is a god send. Or something similar. The only problem (god, there's always a problem, isn't there?) is that when I downloaded it to the computer and tried to open/launch it, some little pop up says something like "This program could not be opened because MSVCP.dll does not exist, I hate you." But without the last part. So. Calling the tech guy soon to see what the hell that actually means. I'm a retard when it comes to junk like that. So. On a completely random note, Cobra Starship went with "Viva La Cobra" for their new album, which comes out Oct. 23. Yes, I will be getting it. I've said it once, I'll say it again - that man is made of magic. Though, he chose that name over "If The World Is Ending, Then We Are Throwing A Party." But, I'm a HUGE fan of "Viva La White Girl" from GCH, so. Either way, new Cobra music makes Kristy a very happy camper. They'll tour here again. Keep your fingers crossed. I so intelligently tore half of my thumb off. Fun, right? Actually, yes, yes it was. I don't know why I enjoy that kind of thing. It's sore, open and stings. It bled for a good five minutes before it slowed, and I enjoyed every minute of it. I want last year back, now. Now, please. I'm really surprised nothing I've ever done to my fingers has gotten infected. I would wait for it to happen. A writer needs her hands, right? So why would I be stoked that sometimes I could barely move my fingers? I'm not even sure. I just liked feeling stiff, and sore and torn up, miserable. Weird. But at least I'm telling the truth. "Scissorhands" will still be inked somewhere on my body one day. It just makes sense to me in so many ways. Fall Out Boy's new video. Grah. Will they ever not amaze? I'm not sure why I miss people I'm never around to begin with. It's the imagination, possibly, telling me that I need them near because I'd feel safer. Make sense? Not sure. But its frustrating and frightening. Still, I love it, and have no idea why. It's lonely and fucked. And. I don't mind it. But I still want them. They know who they are. No need to name names. *** Chiodos The OaKs The Dollyrots Evaline Dr. Manhattan Weatherbox Go listen, come back and thank me. *** I want to talk to Edgar Allan Poe. Stfu, Kristy, you sound morbid. Even if I do, I'm utterly and completely serious. I want people to appreciate words like he did. I want to drink tea or wine with him, and talk about literature. I want to watch him write, and brainstorm, and observe people. Yes, observe him observing people. He just seemed like the most interesting writer. I was born far, far, far too late in life. Don't tell lies if you trip easily. Go be good.

new life, new life

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 15:33:59 -0700

I want to say too much. My hands and lips don't move as quickly as my brain would like, but I try. So let me try. I guess this is my inroduction to Virb: Hello. It's raining, and I love it. I'm in a surreal mood, and I love that more. Currently I'm in love with the idea of life. But not really. It's a love/hate relationship and Life is wearing the pants. I can't say much, because I don't know how I want to say it. I'm currently reliving the look in a winner's eyes. And loving making no sense. Amanda Palmer's solo album will make hearts ache and I can't wait. More later when I know what I'm doing. XOXO