...Your heart beats for the die-hards, mine beats for you...

Someday...

When you look back on this time in your life I hope that you can look on our friendship with fond memories...

Though it's fallen apart and has drifted out of your mind all but completely I know you...

And because of that I know that occasionally you do think back and smile...

I just want you to know that the day you get the urge to pick up the phone...

No matter how far off it may be...

I want to talk to you too...

Because I love you...

 

 

Unconditionally...

 

Last night I had the opportunity to see the new comedy from Apatow Productions starring Seth Rogen and James Franco, 'Pineapple Express'. Being a lover of all things Rogen/Apatow I was already psyched before the previews even began rolling. However, what were simple flutters of joy soon turned into hysterical fits of laughter as the Franco/Rogen team gave a stellar performance that rivals anything previously released from the boys that brought us 'Superbad' and 'The 40-year-old Virgin'.

On top of delivering satirical accidental mishaps the movie also brings quite a bit of action into the mix which was quite unexpected. The Rogen/Franco team weren't the only comics the movie provided either. Almost every character introduced into the storyline, be it main or just simply in passing, brings some level of hilarity to the situation to which they are introduced.

All in all this viewers opinion of the movie is that it is simply an all around great movie going experience.

Take it from me...if you are looking for a movie to make you laugh enough to pee yourself...look no further and take a ride on the 'Pineapple Express'!!!

Here is a link to a site that is trying to make sure that Heath Ledger gets the credit he deserves for his final film, 'The Dark Knight'.

If you have seen the movie and agree that his performance is Oscar worthy, please sign the petition.

If you haven't seen the movie...why the hell not!?

If you've seen it and you don't agree...you are seriously more disturbed than the maniacal character he played.

 

www.heathledger.com

 

Please help us make sure that the talent of this young man is not wasted...

This poem was written in light of recent emotional pulls involving the death of Heath Ledger. While his death happened some six months ago the true weight of what was lost and how his death has affected people hadn't hit me until I had the chance to see his last completed film, 'The Dark Knight'. So, this poem is dedicated to one of the greatest actors of our generation. One who was taken from his loved ones tragically and far too soon. I hope that his daughter, Matilda, and former partner, Michelle, both know that he is watching over them wherever he is. My whole heart wishes I could give you back to your daughter...RIP...1979 - 2008...

 

I beg the stars above and the sky which holds them close...

To shine a little softer and grant my wish to let you go...

If not forever at least a moment for that is all I'd need...

Then I could die in your arms and we could rest in peace...

 

I don't want you back on earth and I think it's safe to say...

I could never let you go again if granted one more day...

No, my love, I'm afraid my heart can't take that pain again...

It's hard enough without you...my light, my soul, my best friend...

 

So I say to you and all of those around you who can hear...

If my wish were granted there'd be nothing for me to fear...

I cry each day and dream each night that someday soon I'll be...

Smiling again by your side when you come back for me...

So, last night I went to watch 'The Dark Knight'.

Like most people there was that part of me that had been dying to see it...(sorry, bad choice of words)...and then there was another part of me that really wanted to avoid it. Why? Well, it's hard to explain really but I know if I don't get this out it will drive me nuts so here goes:

For the majority of my life I've wanted to be an actress. It's a passion of mine that rivals all others. But see, my opinion of an actress and the world's view of the same role vary slightly. I believe that in order to truly be great you have to be able to be every character you play and never yourself in any of them. It sounds easy enough, right? Well, please let me impress on you how hard it actually is. There are few people in this world who can give up themselves in order to be someone else completely. To be quite honest I'd never seen anyone do it...until last night.

Now I know the question has been flying around about whether or not this movie would have been as big as it is had Heath (RIP) not passed away so tragically months before it's release...and the answer is...yes.

The film itself is enough to generate the numbers at the box office...but the price was a man's life. And that's why I have been afraid to see it.

For as long as I can remember films have been a major part of my life. It's a way to escape the reality I hate so much while never leaving my own home. I don't have to jump around in a spandex suit and fight crime...I can just pretend to and feel good about myself. It's the whole living-vicariously-through-someone-else syndrome we all suffer from occassionally. However, in recent years I have found that my love of movies and the extreme alter-reality they offer have come to affect me much more strongly and far more difinitively. I.E., 'The Dark Knight'.

The first time this sort of thing ever happened to me, at least the first one I can remember, was Troy. Now, yes, go ahead. Think about that movie and ask yourself how that movie could ever make a girl feel anything but bubbly with a half-naked Brad Pitt/Eris Bana/Orlando Bloom fest running around and yeah, yeah, yeah...there's even a love story to boot! But that movie never once made me feel happy. It had the exact opposite affect. I cried for 3 days afterwards. Most people saw the ending of that story as one of promise and hope...I saw it as a bastard and his whore somehow managing to screw everyone else out of love while they get to live happily ever after. Did anyone else even realize that Paris and Helen started the whole thing...and then it turned out to be that they were the ONLY couple in the movie to still be together at the end? Everyone else either died or lost the one they loved. Pretty freaking happy.

The next, most notably recent one was 'Across The Universe'. (And before you ask yourself...no I was not under the influence of any form of narcotics the first time I watched it.) After watching that movie I felt completely different. That movie changed me somehow. It made me feel completely alone. I'm not even sure where that feeling came from considering the end of the movie's pretty happy. Home dude comes back...she's all "Yay!" and they live happily ever after. But it just didn't make me feel that way...it made me feel hopeless.

Now brings me to last night. When I first heard about Heath Ledger (RIP) playing the joker I was completely freaking stoked. Being a huge fan of his for many years I was ready to see what the Aussie hottie could bring to the table and if he was going to be able to put Jack's performance under the table. Needless to say, anyone who has seen it can tell you...he rocked and yes he did! However, despite my enthusiasm about the role I had my reservations about the part altogether. Most people were worried he'd do a poor job. I was afraid because of the way people talked about this Joker. Jack Nicholson played a funny, I'm-kinda-crazy-but-still-to-funny-to-hate sort of Joker...which was fine. It worked. But to anyone who used to read the comics...that really wasn't the feel of the original Joker. However, Heath Ledger's (RIP) Joker was much closer in description alone to the orginal. And that terrified me. On paper it's easy to portray a person as a psychopath. Simply pretend their screaming something that's simply emphasized with about 10 (!!!!!!!!!!) and you're good to go. It's just not that easy on screen.

Now I know that many people didn't understand how a role could send a man over the edge. And to be quite honest I had to stop reading about him because it was just too heartbreaking for me therefore I'm not even sure what the final result was of the investigation into his death was...but I must say...if I had to guess anything...it had something to do with his character. When I heard about his death I began to really doubt my desire to see the film due to my connection with certain films and the way they tend to affect my emotional state...but I told myself it would be a great way to remember an actor I loved so much...to see him at his best...and this role was nothing but. And yet...I just couldn't truly enjoy it. It scared the crap out of me. Truly. U cried half the movie. It made me realize about myself that I could never be that great of an actress no matter how hard I tried. I could never give myself over to that part of the human mind so freely and completely emboy such a role out of fear of losing myself in the proccess. If you ask me...there was nothing human about that role...let alone anything Heath Ledger (RIP) in it. He was someone completely outside of himself. And that just floored me.

I have never seen another actor so perfectly portray a role so sinister before nor do I ever care to again. I enjoyed the movie...I just don't think I could ever watch it again. I didn't sleep at all last night because every time I closed my eyes his face was all I saw. And I'm sure some people reading this will think I'm so over-dramatic girl with too much time on my hands and not enough brain power to know it was just a movie...but that's the problem. It didn't feel like just another movie.

His character is what anyone of us could become if we simply let ourselves go completely. The only reason we aren't that way is because we hold ourselves back and don't allow ourselves to think such horrible thoughts...at least not in the presence of anyone else...but we all have that side of us within. I think that is what messed me up the most.

Sounds pretty messed up, right?

I've done a lot of thinking in recent weeks. Many things I've always believed in and held onto I've begun to let go of. I no longer place my heart first, I no longer hold onto hate, I no longer believe that my life is already past the point of living.

However, there is always something to make you fall down when you're feeling so good and finally feeling like there's more out there.

Mine has come. I do not regret things I've said...only that certain things were said and that those things have had the effect on me that they have. Revelations can be both good...and bad.

These were...well...not so good. It seems that a certain relationship I cherished very deeply has actually been one of great dishonesty. I can no longer let that continue and have now lost something very dear to me. I had always thought this was actually an understanding relationship and that I was truly cared for and understood...but it seems my thoughts have been quite wrong and the truth is that the only reason the relationship lasted so long is because it was easier than being honest. A dream dashed, I guess you could say. 

But is it really for the worse? Or is it a light to show me that what is in my heart is truly the best choice for me? I guess I'll only know when the opportunity to act on it comes around.

For now I'm left with a small hole in my heart and bruised feelings...both of which will heal in time. I suppose life goes on, as the saying goes. I'll continue to shape my future and plan for the life I'm ready to live...and I'll let this be yet another thing that rolls of my back.

I can forget anger, I cannot forgive hurt feelings.

~Jess~

...another memory to cry and rejoice over...

Sunday afternoon the world lost another of it's colorful and completely unique voices...George Carlin.

Having a career that spanned over 5 decades, Carlin was best known for his irreverant look on the taboo, his unwaivering desire to create controversy, his uncanny ability to make you blush and his unparalleled knack for creating chaos.

He hosted the debut episode of SNL back in the mid 70s about which he stated he was "on cocaine and liquored up the whole week" and hosted many other televised events throughout his career.

What he was probably best known for was his televised special on, "Seven Words You Can Never Say On Television" in which he spouted out each obsenity with the greatest pleasure and ease...

George Carlin helped pave the way for many of todays potty mouthed comedians and help break through many of the barriers on what was "too taboo" to be touched by throwing caution to the wind and doing what most comedians had never done before...talk about what he wanted to talk about.

For all that he accomplished and all that he may have done later on he will be remembered and sorely missed.

To his family I send my deepest condolences.

To his friends I send my heartfelt sympathies.

To George himself I simply say, "Don't fuck up too bad. We know where you are and we're all waiting for {insert diety here} to send some catastrphy our way in lieu of your giving them the finger and trying to steal their wine. So...go easy on 'em...after all...they're only gods." ; )

George Carlin ~ 1937 - 2008

Hundreds Feared Dead in Capsized Ship

So, I've never been one for really celebrating my birhday...so instead...I threw a surprise birthday for everyone else who was sharing in my birthday blues.

I bought them all a cake, cards, streamers...the works!!! It really was hysterical!!!

 

That is all...

 

tokyobound21

 

P.S. I'm now officially 22...meh...

So, to anyone who has been paying attention to my page I'll be trying to get updates up very soon.

 

Also, I have an idea for a script and I want to run it by some of you when I get a few pages written up. It will involve all of the wonderful bands on the Dacaydance/FBR label so if you're interested in hearing about it then please message me. I want to get some input...

 

Aside from that, I love you all and can't wait to be able to talk to you guys all the time again!!!

There you go again walking away from me in my dreams...

Leaving me to wonder if you'll find your way back home...

We meet each night and sit beneath a sky of endless stars...

And as we part you turn around and see me crying all alone...

 

And yet you always leave me there to cry myself awake...

The flowing water remains as my eyes open to the sun...

So can my dreams be true to life or are they merely fake?

Can my heart hurt this much for an imaginary someone?

 

I've longed each day to have a night without your face in sight...

Though I love to stare into your eyes so green and so true...

My only fear each time I lay my head down to sleep each night...

That when you leave my heart will break more than just in two...

 

Every time you touch my hand and I hold in my breath...

It feels as if a piece of me falls perfectly into place...

And yet it's like another piece disappears with that same touch...

I'm hopeful each night that I won't have to be without your face...

 

William Shakespeare ~ Sonnet 116

 

Let me not to the marriage of true minds, admit impediments...

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove...

O, no!

It is an ever-fixed mark, that looks on tempests and is never shaken...

It is the star to ever wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height may be taken...

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come...

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom...

If this be error and upon me proved...

I never writ, nor no man ever loved...

 

William Shakespeare ~ (c.) 1564 - 1616

There is little to no explanation for a great many things in life.

Why are we here?

Was it the chicken or the egg?

Which is better: coke or pepsi?

Was Joey right for picking Pacey!? (I personally think so...for any closet DC fans from back in the day...)

Why does it hurt so beautifully to love?

All of these questions and so many more I try my hardest to think little on because the true answers are not for me to know...at least not yet. And as many people in life often try to do I have always tried to live my life for, above all else, myself. I do things my own way, I wear the clothes that best suit me and I live each day as if it were on purpose for myself. I find no fault in that mind set, either. For the most part, this life has been good for me. I've had my own personal demons to deal with and my own inner battles to fight, which I believe I have handled quite brilliantly in most cases, and each one in it's own way has made me a stronger, more eager person. And for everything I have ever accomplished in my life, short as it has been thus far, I have always held a steadfast belief in one thing above all others...love. That I may one day find someone so true, so genuine, so perfectly suited for me that all the heavens pause for a moment in awe that these two souls have crossed paths. I have longed for the one moment when my life intertwines entirely with another being so seemlessly that I never even notice that my will has become that of another. And yet, for some strange reason, in the past 3 nights I have cried more tears than I had ever imagined possible of me.

I am afraid.

I am so fearful that my life is meant to be one of solitude that my heart physically aches.

What if my heart never hears a song?

What if my hands never touch the face of my counter part?

What is my life is meant only to teach others to love and never to truly do so myself?

I fear it is properly placed fear for indiscretions that I have commited in the past. Do you believe that karma, in all her wisdom, is malicious? Does she simply strike at you once for a wrong you've done? Or will she find every avenue of pain she can and inflict that pain on you time and again until she feels you have learned your lesson?

Love is fearful...but karma is loves black-hearted sister...and what if she has picked me? I try not to think on it too much...but I cannot shake this fear in my heart.

I leave you with this...

"...love is not love which alters when it alteration finds; or bends with the remover to remove; Oh, no. It is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken..." - William Shakespeare (c. 1564 - 1616)

    For the past few weeks my friend, Bryant, and I have been playing music together and for the first time in my life I've actually been comfortable enough to sing in front of someone. So, I have been. And he tells me I sound great...but I've never had any confidence in myself in that area and therefor I don't believe him completely. (And yes, his opinion is that important because he's been playing guitar and singing for over 10 years so, he kind of knows what he's talking about and all...) Anyways...basically my question is...(and I only ask this because none of my own lyrics have been put to music yet, working on that!!!)...if I post a video up would a.) listen to it and b.) give me honest feed back on how it sounds?

Trust me when I say that I encourage and welcome constructive criticism and ask for complete honesty from people who claim to be my friends. I don't like rude or mean comments as anyone doesn't...but I don't expect to get that from anyone reading this because you guys all freaking rock!!! But anyways, I just need to know that if I post something on here I will get both positive and negative comments in order for me to really understand how it sounds...I trust you guys and feel like you wouldn't lie to me...especially not about something this important to me...so, I guess...that's my question followed by my rambling...

I'll be posting it either tonight or tomorrow...depending on what I find out from you guys!

P.S. If you ever feel like you can't tell me something in a comment because you don't want others to think you're being mean please send it to me in a message. "One can never improve if one does not recieve both praise and pointers." - quote by me!!!

Thanks!!! Loves to you all!

Evie slid to bathroom floor as the tears fell against her blood stricken cheeks. She ran through her life over and over as she kept telling herself to stop crying. So many times she'd been here...and so many times she'd just let the past swallow her into depression. After she met Patrick it seemed that perhaps there was something worth smiling for. Then there was Brendon...whom she knew she loved the moment she saw his face. So...which one is real? She ran through these questions repeatedly as the muffled voices through the door beckoned her to come out. She fumbled in her pockets until she found what she was searching for, her phone. She flipped open the coal colored Razr and dialed a number she knew she could count on. As the ringing in her ear grew louder she held her breath until the faithful "click...'Hello?'.." came through.

"Stephen?" she sniffled out.

"Evie? Honey, are you crying?" she heard  him ask.

"Sorta. Can you talk for a few minutes?" she asked through her sobs.

"Of course, babe. Hold on...ok, I had to walk outside. What's wrong, sweetie?" he questioned.

Evie wiped away the tears as she tried to compose herself enough to make a coherent statement. She collected herself and tried to explain to Stephen what had caused the impromtu call. As she whispered out the story she could hear his anticipation in every heavy breath that crept through the ear piece. Finally, as her last sentence broke free from her lips she paused and allowed him to make a comment.

"Uh...phew...well...uh...wow...honey, that's just kind of rough. So...what are you going to do about it?" he asked shyly.

Evie hesitated before responding. "I have no idea, honestly. I can't figure out how I got to this point. When did this happen? How did this happen? WHY DID THIS HAPPEN!?"

Stephen was silent for a few moments before attempting to give any form of an answer. "I have no idea, babe. This is out of my area of expertise. But I can say this...you're really in a pickle, aren't you?"

Evie scoffed at his naive statement. "Yes, Stephen. To say the least, I am in a pickle. So...are you going to offer me any advice or are you just going to continue to point out the obvious?" she snapped abruptly. As soon as the words left her mouth she realized how it had sounded and tried to apologize. She could hear in his voice that Stephen's feelings were hurt which upset her even more than she presently was. After a few minutes of awkward silence she picked herself up off the floor and glanced at her reflection. Stephen was still waiting in silence as she mumbled under her breath, "If it's not one thing it's another with you, isn't it?"

She heard him scoff just before the hearing the sound of an ended phone call. She tried to find the desire to call him back but it simply wasn't there. She knew she should wait until he had time to calm down. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings but at the same time she needed advice. Advice only he could offer. Advice she still didn't have. After another minute or two she heard Patrick talking to someone just outside the bathroom door. The muffled voices stringing together as if they were one long running sentence from the same long-winded person. She tried to gather herself enough to open the door as she reached for the handle. As she started to turn it she hearda loud THUD followed immediately by shouting voices and what sounded like wrestling around. She threw the door open and jolted out to see what the commotion was all about.

"Fuck you, Patrick!" Brendon shouted.

"What the fuck, man!? What the hell is your problem, B!?" Patrick responded in shock.

The pair were on the ground tugging at one another and taking jabs. Evie could feel her mouth gaping open as the scene unfolded. She couldn't even speak about what she was witnessing.

"Seriously, Patrick!? Stop acting so fucking oblivious!" Brendon continued to shout as he threw Patrick against the side of the bus. He let out a sharp breath. He fell to the floor as Brendon reached down to grab his shirt. Before he could get his hands on him Patrick shoved Brendon back as hard as he could. The force sent Brendon over the small dining table and off the side and finally under the table.

"Brendon, for fuck's sake! What the hell are you talking about!?" Patrick questioned.

By this point Brendon's eyes had found Evie standing in the doorway. His face grew white and his eyes darted away from hers. Patrick followed his line of sight and let his eyes rest on her as well. His face and neck were red and dripping with sweat and his hair was messier than she'd ever seen. His hat had been knocked off during the altercation and was laying behind him. Evie was still in shock as she tried to find the words to say.

"What...in the hell...are you two doing!?" she finally muttered.

The boys looked at one another, then back at her, then each one glanced away in a different direction. Evie waited for a moment before speaking again.

"HELLO!? HEY! I'M OVER HERE! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? PATRICK!? BRENDON!? SOMEBODY HAD BETTER TELL ME SOMETHING!!!" she shouted. Patrick pulled himself to his feet and turned to pick up his hat.

"Beats me...ask him. I was telling Ryan that I wasn't sure why you ran into the bathroom and a few seconds after Ryan walked away Brendon came up behind me and clocked me in the chin. Next thing I know we're in a full blown tussle. I still have no idea what happened. So, like I said...ask him." Patrick stated as he pointed to Brendon who was now on his feet as well. Evie glared at Brendon awaiting his repsonse.

"Well?" she spoke impatiently.

Brendon wouldn't even look at her. She could tell he was ashamed of what had just taken place. She could also see how embarassed he was having let his emotions get the better of him. She knew why he'd done it. She just wanted to hear him say it.

"I don't know, man. I don't know what came over me. I guess, I just saw you guys kissing and it just kinda sent me over the edge." he finally stated. Patrick's eyes grew wide with curiousity and shock. His glance shifted from him to her and back again.

"Alright, someone wanna fill me in cause I am freaking lost here. Evie?" Patrick said loudly.

Before she had time to open her mouth Brendon continued, "Patrick, it's not her fault. It's me. I'm in love with her, dude. That's...that's why I hit you. It's why I haven't called you since you brought her here. I know how you felt about her and I jsut didn't want to talk about her with you..."

"Wait...what!? What did you just say!?" Patrick questioned.

As Brendon began to repeat himself he was interrupted, "Patrick...it's true. But it's not just that...I'm in love with him too..."

Patrick's face expressed the emotions dwelling beneath. Evie could sense he was many things...but the one thing she had always known him to be...understanding...that was the one thing she knew he was not at this point.

     I sought refuge this past weekend. Seeking something I've long since forgotten in myself that seems to come close but never truly shows it's face. My heart reaches out in vain trying to grasp this elusive piece of myself...and I continue to walk aimlessly as my life fills up with all the incompletes and unachieved things I've failed to follow through with...this weekend gave me a sense of these failures and the hatred of myself grew so fiercely that I could have ended it all with a mere step. Then...I saw the clarity as I have never seen it before. The light became so bright that my heart grew happy and sad all at once...and I knew I was fated to be all things and nothing at once...to achieve my goals I must fail till my heart breaks and I'm forced into a corner. I'm ready to be pushed!!!

So here is my weekend:

Friday Night: You wanna sleep so instead you drink!

Drove to NoLa Friday night. Wanted sleep but decided to replace a warm bed with a cold drink.

One drink = Trashed. Note to all, Handgrenades are wonderful...and powerful. Stear clear if you've got to walk.

Was hit on by a white, red-headed Jamaican wannabe who apparently was "alright", according to my friends.

Stumbled to a hotel where that warm bed was calling my name...seriously...I was drunk enough to hear it!

Sleepy.


Saturday: My feet can't possibly hurt this bad in real life!?

Woke up.

Threw up.

Shower.

Clothes.

Where the fuck are my shoes!?

Sidewalk.

Cold beverage...$5.00/medium...RIP OFF!

Walking.

Walking.

Walking.

Beignets.

Covered in powdered sugar. Pissed old lady behind me. Look like crack addict wearing all black.

Walking.

Walking.

Walking.

Lunch. Orgasmic.

Walking.

Walking.

Came across a store that changed me. I held an autographed copy of an original print of Led Zeppelin's "The Song Remains the Same"...I cried. Seriously. I'm not even joking. I stood face to face with a copy of the "White Album" by the Beatles which was signed by ALL FOUR MEMBERS, people. It was very emotional. But that is a seperate journal all it's own.

Walking.

Walking.

Cool magic show. Man made a dove out of fire...intriguing.

Walking.

Cool hand jewelry. I own it.

Walking.

Nifty street dance show. Man slide ten feet on the top of his head. Most intriguing. Still puzzled over physics of said trick.

Walking.

Saturday Night: My gut can't take this much more...

Walking.

Drinking and walking.

Drinking.

Hotel to change.

Walking.

Tropical Isle.

Drinking. Handgrenade = $8.00/one. Trust me, it's a lot for a drink...but you only need one. Besides, you get an awesome ass glass. Ok, the cup is only worth about $2.00 at most but whatever...it's Bourbon Street people.


Sunday: Why in [insert deity's name here] would you want to wake up this early!?

Wake up.

Late check out.

Walking.

Walking.

Lunch. Expensive. Tastey. But Expensive.

Walking.

Walking.

Read sign of famous people.

Decide to come back.

Walking.

Truck.

Driving.

Stopped by random parade.

Driving.

Home.

Disappointment at the return.

My dog missed me.



The End.

To all my darling Buzznet friends...
This is just a break, not at all the end...

I leave tonight for a far away place...
To give myself peace, relaxation and space...

You all hold my heart so close where you go...
The strength and hope you've given you'll never know...

I need you, each and every one, for reasons that vary...
Some for laughs, some for comfort, some when I'm weary...

Each one of you gives me these things that I need...
Every time I sign in and you come to see me...

So, know that I'm here just not for 3 days...
I'm hoping that NoLa will grant me some grace...

To come back home and start working hard...
To achieve my dreams and get right my heart...

I need this break for myself and my friends...
If not then my dreams may come to an end...

So I leave you with this, just a simple goodbye...
Till the next time we meet, I'll try not to cry...

I love you guys!!! I hope to be back in 3 days...

~tokyobound21~aka~Jessica...

P.S. I want updates!!! Lots and lots of updates!!!

"I Dare You"

Hello, let me introduce you to

The characters in the show

One says yes, one says no

Decide - which voice in your head you can keep alive

Even in madness, I know you still believe

Paint me on canvas so I become

What you could never be

I dare you to tell me to walk through fire

Wear my soul and call me a liar

I dare you to tell me to walk through fire

I dare you to tell me

I dare you to

Hello, are you still chasing

The memories in shadows

Some stay young, some grow old

Come alive, there are thoughts unclear

You can never hide

Even in madness, I know you still believe

Paint me on canvas so I become

What you could never be

I dare you to tell me to walk through fire

Wear my soul and call me a liar

I dare you to tell me to walk through fire

I dare you to tell me

I dare you to

Hello

Hello...

I dare you to tell me to walk through fire

Wear my soul and call me a liar

I dare you to tell me to walk through fire

I dare you to tell me

I dare you to

Hello...

Hello...

I dare you to tell me

I dare you to

I dare you to tell me

I dare you to

Stolen from pourxthexchampgne  <3 - I totally freaked out by how well this turned out!!!

01. So you walk into your old high school and the first thing you think is:
Guilty Pleasure - Cobra Starship

02. Your significant other is:

How I Could Just Kill A Man - Charlotte Sometimes

03. At the moment your life is:
Kashmir - Led Zeppelin

04. At the moment You are:
Carry On Wayward Son - Kansas

05. You feel this a lot:

Don't Stop Believing - Journey (That is totally true!!!)

06. This is how you impress most people (i.e. your greatest talent):
Tell The Mick he Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today - Fall Out Boy

07. Your appearance has this effect on people:
Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance

08. You're obsessed with:

My Way - Frank Sinatra

09. Before you go to sleep, you think:
I Wonder - Sleeping Beauty

10. This song is a total reflection of your sex life:
Till I Can Make It On My Own - Tammy Wynette

11. Your parents are:
All The Way - Frank Sinatra

12. You think that people in general:
Let's Go Crazy - Prince

13. You feel this way about yourself:
Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

14. Think of a good friend. They are:
Jitterbug - WHAM!

15. You want to have a party. The theme is:
Oh What A Night - Frankie Valley and the Four Seasons

16. Your friends in general are:
Only The Good Die Young - Billy Joel

17. You walk onto the red carpet and everyone else thinks:
Killer Queen - Queen (I swear this is going better than I could have hoped for!!!)

18. You're getting married. The theme song to your wedding is:

Your Song - Elton John

19. You're getting divorced. The reason is:
Wrong Again - Martina McBride

20. You see love as:
Your Love (Keeps Lifting My higher) - Jackie Wilson

21. You see hatred as:
Big Deal - LeeAnn Rymes

22. Whenever you're depressed, you:
Dance, Dance - Fall Out Boy

23. You want to _____ at the moment:
Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

24. You see a gorgeous person across the room and you think:
Black Dog - Led Zeppelin

25. You need a hug. The reason is:

Send Me A Song - Celtic Women

26. When you're really angry, you:
Calm Before The Storm - Fall Out Boy

27. Your beauty is like:

The Way You Look Tonigh - Frank Sinatra

28. You dance like:
The (After) Life of the party - Fall Out Boy

29. You wake up in the morning next to the person of your dreams, you look deep into their big, beautiful eyes and say:
You - Evanesence

30. Think of an authority figure in your life (e.g. your boss, your Mom etc.). They are:
Piano Man - Billy Joel

31. You die. _____ should be playing in the background:
Lights - Journey

32. You meet with God. He reprimands you for all your evil deeds. In your defence, you
exclaim with confidence:
I Dare You - Shinedown (Absolutely what I would say to God if she is up there!!! I'm coming for ya, God!!! You know what I'm talking about! We've got things to discuss!!!!)