Well hey, guess what?
It’s still not fucking here.
I hope Fueled has a really good reason.
Or will let me spinkick them because this is pretty. annoying.
April 2008
March 2008
I figured as much.
It is not here. And it won’t be here tomorrow cause mail doesn’t come on Sunday. So the earliest I can get it is Monday after school.
If I wasn’t still on a concert high from AP tour and meeting Bryce and Alex and mah FTSK boys; I’d punch a wall, smack a bitch and shoot a hoe. No fucking kidding.
Pretty. Annoyed.
It was not here yesterday. And to be honest, I have no faith that it will be here today. Apparently, I have to worry.
I promise I’ll stop only talking about Pretty. Odd. once it gets here.
I'm Pretty. Amazed.
I met Kyle and Caleb and Jonathan and Austin from FTSK and Alex from All Time Low and BRYCE AVERY! I’m so happy. He’s adorable! And so little. (:Jack Barakat was being lame and not coming out and playing acoustic guitar naked on the bus. I was contemplating taking all my clothes off and joining him. He told us while playing that he wanted to impregnate all of us, so he probably wouldn’t have been too mad. :P
Pretty. Odd. better be here today.
I’m worrying, even though they told me I don’t have to.
-la hoya
I'm in line at the boardwalk,
gettin’ pumped for All Time Low, Forever the Sickest Kids and The Rocket Summer. (: Basically, this night is gona be baller. I can’t wait to meet Alex and Jack and Kyle and Caleb and Kent and everybody, but mostly FTSK again. Eek! I’m wearing my fanny pack, doesn’t get much more fly than this.-la hoya
P.S. Still no Pretty. Odd. I’m a tad pissed, except for the fact that I’m at mah home.
IT'S NOT HERE.
Things are shaping up to be Pretty. Lame.
I'm in yearbook,
and bored as fuck. Pretty. Odd. better be here today. It probably won’t. This is really disappointing, tbqh.
In other news, AP tour tomorrow. Yay for All Time Low, Forever the Sickest Kids and The Rocket Summer. Not one fueled band, which is very unlike me. I’m also quite psyched for Warped. Even thought I’m the second to last date in August, I still get jittery when someone talks about it. But seriously though, I’m excusable. It’s my two favorite boys in the entire world.
I wrote some more. If you know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, well doesn’t that make you antsy to know what I’m talking about? :P
-la hoya
Listen
This is how I feel right now.
Someone should tell Greta Salpeter she knows what the fuck she’s talking about.
I come home,
too excited for words. Today is supposed to be the day I flail with joy. But do I get to? No. Because the Pretty. Odd. deluxe edition was not on my doorstep.
I’m boycotting Panic until I get my deluxe edition. But I suppose that’s okay since Goodbye Blues is one of the greatest albums I’ve heard this year.
-la hoya
Oh and p.s. I think I’m gonna convince my dad to let me stay home tomorrow. I’ll be “sick.” I just don’t really have the will to go to school.
Listen
Time to Dance, Mr. DJ - Panic at the Disco vs. Cobra Starship
I’m so enthralled by mixes/mash-ups and I love this one, cause it’s two of my favorite bands. Plus, you can always dance to mixes and you can always dance to Cobra Starship.
TOMORROW IS GONNA BE PRETTY. ODD.
I’m so excited. I’ve already heard the album cause I’m a dirty hoe but I can’t wait for vinyl and the book and the DVD. Eek! I’ve been waiting for this for three years baby.
-la hoya
“One must forego the self to obtain total spiritual creaminess, and avoid the chewy chunks of degradation.”
—Ace Ventura, pet detective
Oh spring break.
It’s 30 minutes until tomorrow and this is the conclusion I’ve come to: my spring break has sucked overall. I didn’t really do anything cool. I hardly even left my house. I’ve been lurking fbrt and being a total internetz whore, tbh. I wish I could have this week over again. Except not really, cause I really actually loved it now that I think about it. I got to watch Snakes on a Plane and Ace Ventura 2 and eat really good food. And I hung out with a couple people. Plus, I slept a lot. And I think I’m hanging out with my cousin tomorrow.
Oh yeah! And I’ve been writing so much! I’ve finally gotten past that stupid writer’s block. So I guess that means I can actually be held accountable when I don’t post stuff. The thought of that kind of scares me a bit. I know people who will get on my ass if I don’t. Hahahaha, get on my ass. Ride that dick! Wow, I’m delusional. And definitely on the crack again.
-la hoya
- Kate: do ya thank that i cuddd ghetttt sum, j1ggy j1ggy?!!1!~
- Callie: It seems I have run out of this 'j1ggy j1ggy' you speak of, I am very sorry.
“I can hardly register William, Ryan & beef in the same sentence. I think, if there’s anything, it’d be more of a salad.”
—
Of course I'm not lazy.
I still haven’t changed out of my pajamas. I just threw on a hoodie. I love spring break.
I wish I was British, then I could spell it pyjamas and say “mum” and stuff like that. I bet I’m British. I’m all the other Europeans, plus I’m really freaking white. I’m also convinced I’m Spanish cause my dad’s so tan. But mostly cause I want to be Spanish like Gabe. I’m pathetic.
I bet I’m Spanish and British. Fuck everyone who says otherwise.
Eight days until Pretty. Odd.
I can almost taste the metaphors.
I’m gonna go write now. I’ve finally found a plot I feel like I won’t stray from, but we’ll see. So far, I’m enjoying it because of how trippy I think it’s gonna be. You’re jealous.
Oh yeah, and Happy St. Patricks Day or whatever.
-la hoya
Listen
“Mad as Rabbits” preview from Pretty. Odd.
No, you don’t understand how excited I am, simply for that song.
9 days.
I’m all jittery and shit.
-la hoya
“Really, go into the bathroom, where you’ll find good lighting and a nice little ego killer we like to call a mirror, stare deep into your own eyes, and say, out loud, these 5 simple words, ‘Why am I not successful?’”
—Travis McCoy
