Hospitals just seem so cold

Sick and in bed is not this families motto. Nor is bitching about being sick. So when I saw tears pouring down my mothers face, i knew something was wrong. Emergency rooms are serious ridic shit. . . Im fortunate to not be at the UCLA hospital .  . because there I have seen people with arms hanging off and faces shattered. Instead we are at Torrance Memorial nice little rich hospital with screaming children and sick lungs. . NO BLOOD IN SIGHT . . so I am content at the moment. . My mother is in pain . . some serious fucking pain. The day I came home I wondered why she wasn't at the door to greet me. I found her in the bathroom bawling her eyes out into the shirt of my younger sister. I lifted her off the bath tub and carried her into bed. I figured she got food poisoning so I let her be. That was a Tuesday, by that sunday she was fine. Tonight she came home from work crying. In pain like she was before. I had just woken up from my four hour nap that nearly killed me. She asked if I could take her to the hospital, I agreed. So im here now. . I have been to 2 of these damn hospitals tonight. I hate hospitals really, but I am here. Taking her shit because she likes to yell  at me. Ha ha get better kid. 

I guess after you get off one tour you should jump on another. . My next long term being away trip will be for the band that started it all My Chemical Romance. Hitting up AZ, NV, OR and California dates. . probably be gone 2 weeks with all the shows I have to squeeze in . . We The Kings' Long Hair Dont Care tour aswell with muh man PJ Bond. The things you do for a godamn good time. . I should be emitted into an institution.

Lord going home sounds so good right now. . . I just want to lay in my little purple futon with my little white and black dog and just drift away till im forced to awaken . . . im tired as fuckn HELL. 

 

RUN BABY RUN

Its gotta be maybe day 5 as of yet. . I believe. . and I honestly have to say the So Cal shows are the worst. I love this city more than the fuzzies on your dirty floor but I do have to agree SO CAL is a mother fuckn bitch. 

On the 13th I asked 2 boys to be my Valentine. It was some awesome shit. Naturally I asked Hunter and naturally he agreed. I was Juliet. It was ok. He said he loved me. So i was satisfied. Then there was my second Valentine who led me on to a DENY but after a long pause and a smile he agreed he would be mine on valentines.  Drew, Hunters brother (yes. I asked them both. ) He is one FREAKY dude who intimidates the fuck out of me. He held my hand and all I could do was stutter. I think I was knocked head over heels over him. Sad, but true. 

CHECK YES JULIET!!

HUNTER

RUN BABY RUN

DREW

The world is filled with to many really really ridiculously good looking dudes. 

Then there was on Valetines day that my secret Valentine popped up with a present for me. No, sadly Hunter and I decided we were to broke to buy each other anything. Sadly, Drew and I were to shy to say anything about anything to eachother. . but one SECRET Valentine decided to just plain out give me a gift. From a Stage. His name is Gabe Saporta and he got me a plastic snake. Smiles are always nice. 

I had a REALLY good week so far. . cept for the stunt Hansel and Gabe pulled last night. . but Travis Clark from We the kings of course fixed my anger and turned it into a smile. I am seriously starting to love we the kings. . 

TIZZYDALE

STAY SEXY 

We Are Not Myths. I promise.

THIS BLOG WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN ON FEB 13TH 2008

We met the 2 most oddest, down, ridic fans in the world yesterday. When you think of oddest you think of the many girls who think its "cool" to wear tights with really short shorts in absurd colors that proceed to think it will turn on the extremely "attractive" lead singer and he suddenly will dig your 12 year old under developed body. When you think of down you may think of someone who came to the show during finals week and doesnt give a rats ass he or she may fail and have to drop out of college. Then when  ridic comes to mind you think of the many fans who have tried to "persuade" the band into letting you play suck face and use the tool that would allow them the option of harshly pulling your scene zebra hair our of your effing skull. . Those on their own are Odd, Down and Ridiculous, but have you ever thought to put all three labels together? They come in the form of 2 girls. One from Cleveland (go figure) and the other from Boston (mass?) on a journey across America all for the band that makes you dance your little ass off. . . white. .  Shit, I thought we were odd, down and ridic. We got beat by a mother fucking LONG SHOT. Some fans. I thought they were just some urban legend we only hear about on the interwebz.

 

Day 2 of Cobra tour has sent me with a little bit of mixed emotions. Dont get me wrong, I love this band more than the ridiculous dance moves Gabe calls white but sometimes its just a little to hard to share. Sharing is caring? Who ever came up with that concept should be shot. Sharing is not caring in this case. We have built our selves to become elitist, selfish little turds from LA. What can I say? We have been spoiled. Yesterday talking to Suarez made me realize that its been way to long since an actual conversation and in Gabe's words "ITS BEEN LIKE A YEAR SINCE WE'VE ACTUALLY TALKED!" Sadly it has and that year has gone by way to fast. From bugging the hell out of Mr. Saporta for a headliner we NOW dont want to watching his straightened hair on MTV the year has gone by way to fast. I think being there since the beginning makes the situation 10x harder. From being the one of the only 5 kids in the crowd for the opener of all openers shaking our asses off is mad impressive. I mean come on. Openers of ALL openers. I will never forget those days when you spoke the words " Cobra Starship" the word associated would be "that snakes on a plane song?" . . . . NO . that G-A-B-E gonna get you high. Pure joy.

 

Drama. Follows us everywhere. You sign the contract to drama once you decide to beat out a certain crowd. Your labeled. Forever Hated. Happens. I was thrown into drama for something I had no control over. Lucky? I guess. Its something that happens. Dont let them forget. I guess it will follow us for as long as we love the bands associated with the drama. For as long as we love music I take it. Its more of a gift then a burden. To be hated means your not invisible. Your out of the crowd of normal faces and into the crowd where its your first name or nothing. Your name becomes a fad. Your past becomes made up. Your memories switched around by what they say about you. The snickers behind closed doors. The mocking behind your back. It becomes your life. Its a life you are forced to accept and Im fine with it.

 

Thats all for now. For those who are coming to future dates. This tour is a really really ridiculously good looking tour. Little PJ and sexy John Mayer made my life. . Their in a band called FIRECROTCH aka We The Kings. Love em.

 

Theres also a BUSTED John Mayer. THe world is surrounded by John Mayers.

 

 

SEXY

 

 

 

Off to a HORRIDIBLE start

This day has been so bad that I came up with a NEW word to describe its horrible/horrid events leading to this very instance of me sitting here listening to Kanye West trying to vividly plan out my plan. Oh .  right. . the new word is Horridible. . its a great word. SPREAD IT like rabies. 

Beginning the trip 4 days earlier we have a certain someone drop out of our tour making it 10x harder for us BROKE ASS NIGGAS to pay for the rest. Yet the ones who stuck by the plans have decided whatev ya know. Tour of the century. Not really. But you know we wont go there. 

Being I just have to be the only one with a car and the knowledge to drive in my entire friend circle I am the one who has to put 1. MY CAR 2. OUR LIVES and 3. MY SANITY on the line to drive asses across the godamn west coast. Least they can do is call a nigga up so we can leave EARLY and not at fucking midnight. But we wont go there. 

When I was younger they told me a story of a troll that took your stuff if you didnt clean your room. NOW heres the story: I remember VIVIDLY that i stuck my vest in my dresser for future use. I go to look in my dresser. Is it there? Of course not. Being the same size as your brother often has the little shit stealing your stuff, but this is a green vest from AA and I HIGHLY doubt that he stole my vest. . So the troll must be true . . or we have a theft in the house . . fuck it. We wont go there 

To wrap this up. Ive been stressed out all week with people dropping out and bitches not making up there mind with weather they want to go or not . . Its not my fault people second think shit just days, hours, min before we are to leave on a road trip that will mos def make us Broke ASS niggas. . but why cant they get their shit together and get online and say. YO what up. . 

Im tired of Being left to hang.

but we wont go there.

PEACE

check out : myspace.com/yeahbutididntkissher

and shake it like a snow globe!

Sometimes we have to just SMILE

The following is going to be a list in pictures of things that make me smile. Because. Sometimes. we just have to smile. Just a little bit. 

Deff something to smile about. 

Boyfriend on the left there. K thnx.

 

Oh hai there Ryan Ross and Brendon Urinal. . Hows it goin. . havnt seen you in a LONG TIME.

I was known as DEE coolest chick on DEE planet for dat belt there. The Jacket was a WHITE Panic! Jacket I puked on because I decided to go to SIX FLAGS while I was recovering from stomach flu and lets just say. . DIDNT WORK OUT . . and that tattoo. . is pretty gangster. 

this picture ALONE is all sorts of amazing . . forgot I had it .. in fact didnt even know it existed

Lots of stories with the girls detailed onto this envelope

Because he puts a smile on my face even tho he says I make him sad. .  .

The fact I dont remember this day .. AT ALL . . buts its nice to see us all throwing up signs and i have no IDEA what they stand for . . 

OLD DAYZ

His name is fonso. . and I miss him alot. 

Because living at Disneyland makes our heads spin and hearts swim

It hurts waking up to this every morning. . . But i wouldnt trade the beach in for any shore 

HOME<3

These city lights keep the blood in my veins pumping

All born on my bed  while i was away traveling the west coast.   .  . How beautiful life really is. 

The reason behind it all

The sidekick through life. . The wing man through the travels. . I owe my ADVENTURES to a car named box and his many fights to stay alive. . . I LOVE THIS CAR more than cheese pizza

Knowing my baby pulled through a huge accident and is still going on down the road of life as good as new. . . theres reasons i love my car . . and this accident was one of them. . 

Point Blank.

oh but it is. . .

I bought a DODGE RAM and ran her over  .. . . everyone saw it coming

Because life was about RAVER goggles an MCR beanie , fro and not a worry in our minds. .

Friends till the end. 

Riding in cars with BOYS <3

Just so happens. .  I WANNA GO FASTER!!!!!!

Helps to know. . Theres more to life than a really bad mullet. 

Pictures take his soul. . . or so he says. 

YA HERD

Being there since the beginning

2 of my FAVORITE possesions in the world . . . THE BOX and his BIKE

All VERY drunk . . . and trying to invite ourselves to parties hosted by Paris Hilton. . that was an interesting night. . . Suarez and I BONDED

Yes. . . there was a time when i LOVED Paramore. Before the Parrot was born. 

Its my day job that makes me happy 

THE TOUR OF LIFE and im loving every minute of it.