I AM GOING TO MAKE A NEW XANGA.
Even though Xanga is no longer cool I am still going to make a new one.
Give me some time though.
Like a day.

http://www.xanga.com/revolutionaryXvibes

Ohhh.
What to do?
What to do?
Ugh.

:::EDIT LATER:::
(with pick-sures)

Happy 420.

:::EDIT:::

HAPPY 16th BERTHA-DAY ANTHONY MICHAEL VEALE.

:::END EDIT:::

If you read all of this I will not only give you a cookie, but a high-five as well.

I really dislike updating, but tis something I must do.
This is going to be a very long entry, so brace yourself;;
It will also be quite random, so bite me.
Let's Re-Cap.
No pick-sures this time, pray for some next time though.
My layout doesn't want to show up && I want to know why.
I love my boyfriend, a lot.

I'm sprung.<3.


Exotic or Erotic.
You pick && choose.
Touch me.
Tease me.
Kiss me.
Please me.
Baby you ain't got a thing to lose.
 "Amber" you just go die or something.
You're in 8th grade// I highly doubt my boyfriend is even going to give you a second look, so I'll catch you on the flip side, in hell.
I enjoy my job dearly, even though it kicked my ass this weekend.
Quote of the weekend, or shall I say lousy pick-up line:
"I guess you could say I'm allergic to the gym because every time I come out I'm swollen."
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-- riiight Spencer.
I made Red Birds && if you don't go to Benton you're not gonna know wtf that is, so don't ask, just come && watch the Variety Show on May 5th, I think?
Prom is in liiike...2 1/2-ish weeks?
.SHIT.COCK.GOD.DAMN.MOTHER.BITCH.BALLS.
I switched my date;; I'm taking my boyfriend now, hehe.
Zakky, I'm sorry George-Usss...we just haven't planned much && I don't even think you have your tux or anything;; I still love you sweetie pea.

"Life is ours, we live it our way."

I'm starting to dislike my worst habbit;; smoking.
Now for my plea of repressed anger with a pinch of bitching.
I'm happy, really I am, just not the way I want to be.
My friends, my boyfriend, mi familia (on occasion) all make me happy, but why do I still feel this emptiness, as if I'm incomplete?
I miss the person I use to be, the girl I use to be, who was her own.
For instance, last year, I spent every waking moment having as much fun as possible with Demi && Mandy, always listening to music, going tanning, shopping, out to eat, being mall rats, getting into trouble, flirting with "cute boys" && all that fun teenage girly stuff.
WTF happened?
I know, I knowww, I got a boyfriend, but that shouldn't change much.
I had boyfriends last year too, so what the hellll is wrong?
I'm pleased with the addition of best friends I've made in the past year, because I was friends with them all along as well, it just seems that the things we use to do are rarely even similar, let alone the same to what we do now.
What do we do now?
Party?
Damn right.
It's fun, yes, but why can't it be simple fun once in a while;; lacking all drama.
I'm not saying that all the stuff we do causes a negative theatrical disturbance, I just can't see a problem with no gossip, no arguments, no rumors, no fights, nothing.
Peace, Love, && Understanding.
Do you fucking comprehend?
Jesus tits, is that so hard?
I've come to a bright realization && discovery:
Both happiness && love have no capacity, no inconveniances, no boundaries, no blemishes, no faults;; none of it is tainted, torn, or ever demolished for the sake of mankind- tis all corrected.
I lack sanity && my "niche"-- what makes me, me?
Am I some sort of relieved mishap?
I'll blow your face to pixels if you refuse to comprehend the herendous infinity of this situation that I am attempting to overcome.
Your body is just so sexy, but in the back seat your smile flames at me more so than ever before;; your vanity must be of the utmost professional.
Subconciously we're all the damn same, don't you see?
I feel nonchalant.
If you don't know what that means, look it up.
Wow, I'm being a hostile bitch right now// but aren't I always?
STRAIGHT UP NOW TELL ME DO YOU REALLY WANNA LOVE ME FOREVER? (oh oh oh)
Last year was so much better than this year, when it comes down to overall "me."
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
Don't answer that.
I think this whole growing up business isn't working all that well for me.
I want Kristi, Brittany Nicole-- WHAT IT IS HOE?, Steven, Taryn, Phillip, Luke, Daiven, Irenie, Blue, Tiffany, Jonathan, Ashley Lynn, Josh, && all of my loves of last year to come back && just be a part of our group that we use to be in, along with Demi, Mandy, Katie, Ashley, and Amy.
I want my huuuge group back.
I do NOT want like 50 million small groups.
I (also) WANT MY LONG HAIR BACK...like right now.
My prom dress is similar to Demi's && I can't wait to show you guys pick-sures of how hott all my friends && I are-- WOOT WOOT.
I'm crying right now && I have no idea why.
&& I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit && stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
&& I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
'Cause I'm in Love With you.
Why is it that when you attempt to be friends with an EX, just to be a nice person it doesn't work?
Probably because he's wayyy too whipped// ew, I can't see why.
Ohhh yeahhh, Kari Jo Moran, this is for you:
You'z a hoe, you'z a hoe, you'z a hoe
I said dat you'z a hoe
You doing Ho activities
With Ho tendencies
Hos are your friends, Hos are your enemies
With ho energy to do what you do
Blew what cha blew, screw what cha screw
Y'all professional like DJ Clue,
Pulling on my coat tail
&& why you think you take a Ho to a Ho-tel
Ho-tell everybody, even the mayor
Reach up in the sky for the Ho-zone layer
Now C'mon playa once a Ho always
&& Ho's neva close, they open like hallways
So here's the whole cake for your Ho Ho crew
&& everybody wants some, cuz Ho's gotta eat too
I throw down, remember that for eternity.
OWN IT.
I really don't think I've ever felt the way I do, right in this moment, ever before.
Goshhh, I wish I knew what this was.
I still feel sick, but this is a mental/psychological feeling, or thought process.
The strangest part is, I feel symptoms.
Random tears--Rewinding through memories--Weakness all over.
What is this?
Dr. Mother Fucking Phil, help me here.
This shouldn't be the topic of discussion any further.
Oh well, I don't care.
As much as I want to live by Joe's words "No Regrets" I just can't help but feel the need to want to change the past.
I wish that Katie, Amy, && Ashley wouldv'e been a big part of this past summer like Demi and Mandy, && everyone else was.
Demi, where have you gone?
You haven't been replaced.
I fucking miss you summer.
Pwease come back;; pwetty pwease?
VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR.
I miss music, a whole lot too.
I'm so scene/emo/hardXXXcore, you don't even know.
Ba. Baha. Bahaha. (he he he)
--Mandy: I want to be a school bus driver.
Me: I don't;; I don't want to ruin kids' lives.--
I'm sick of being accusatory, toward myself, I'm sick of my lack of satisfactin within every aspect of my life, I'm sick of trouble.
I'm having hardXXXcore withdrawls of the music that is my second hemisphere.
The tunes that send me soaring through euphoria.

Wilt thou leavest me so...unsatisfied?

Let Me Bring Out the

Freak In You.

*Never kiss a boy with eyes of brown;; he'll kiss you once && turn you down// Never kiss a boy with eyes of grey;; he'll kiss you once && walk away// Never kiss a boy with eyes of green;; he'll kiss you once && make a scene// Always kiss a boy with eyes of blue;; he'll kiss you once && ask for two*
DUDE, I'm freaking done now.
Peace The Fuck Out.<3.

Gregory Scott Chapman
You keep me sain && I can't complain.
You're like my drug, you relieve my pain.

Equations can't overcome the amount of love my body, my soul, my temple has contained for you.
It would bulldoze me over, as if I were merely staticly floating throughtout oblivion.
It's as if I secretly crave you, without being aware of it;; it sounds so dirty && mischevious.
Baby, I'm just causing trouble, I'm bad news;; the kind from the daily press that doesn't reach the front page.
You've taken control of me && my heart// now I'm sliced, diced, && everything's still so nice.
You've caused my heart beat to transform && renew itself with an unfamiliar pattern, rhythm, && format.
I'm in a blind panic;; fearless && faithful.
Your sweat is the kind of perfume, the type of fragrance that first introduced me to the abyss// you don't understand, like I said.
Let's just get the record straight:
Perfect much?
MMMhmmm.

It's inevitable.

:::EDIT:::

*I now, have a job at the movie theatre and I start this coming friday, so freaking come see me.*

:::END EDIT:::

Happy 16th Birthday Jonathan Michael Rice.

Happy 3 months to Greg and I, as well.

Happy 16th Birthday Devin Andrew Black, also.

I Love Katie, Amy, Mandy, and Ashley, a lot.
Thanks for this weekened babiesss.
"We rockin' stiletto's HOE."

.G.S.C. I Looove You Sugarrr.

:::EDIT:::

So, we didn't have school today;;
So what do Katie, Amy, and myself decide to do?
Well, we went to Central and walked around aimlessly pretending to be foreign exchange students//speaking with British accents at that.
&& while we were there I got to see my cute boyfriend.
I bet you wouldn't think 3 people such as ourselves would do such a thing, perhaps?
Well, you're god damn wrong.

:::END EDIT:::

Good weekend for the most part.
It mostly consisted of Amy Leigh.
&& Katie Clair && Greg && Austin;;
&& like 80 billion other people.
I saw Jonathan for the first time in a while.
No comment;; BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Amy will never drink Dr. Pepper again.
I hate updating this piece of shit.
I Love my boyfriend.
Okay...that's all.

:::EDIT:::

I perform at Central on Friday for Reader's Theatre, along with everyone else of course;; I'm sure we'll all do great.

Pick-Sures anybody?

The would be me dressed up in my boyfriend's clothes on "Gangster Day" during spirit week at school.

Now, for some winded pictures.

That would be Amy attempting to be seductive and Mandy in the throws of distress over a piece of deformed lettuce.

Everyone say "awww" to Steven Andrew Horn's cute self.

I look transparent && it's beginning to bother me.

Dustin is just a ladies man;; he's all over Katie ^ and me.

I know you're enjoying all of these beautiful pictures, aren't you?

That would be half of my face doing a weird lip exercise, I'm assuming, and Mr. Payton in the background being as cool as can be.

This would be Mandy with her 2 very closest friends. Dale is above and Lester is below.

&& now for the most adorable pick-sure of all:
(drum role please)

That everybody, would be the boyfriend.
&& below him is his girlfriend:
(another drum role please)

 MEEE! Ya know, if it weren't for that neusence of a glare you'd be able to see how hott I am.
(Just kidding, obviously.)

T h i s i s w h a t l o v e f e e l s l i k e ?
NothingCouldEverCompare
.G.S.C.
<3

0 k k k;; now I'm done.

P.S.- Amy, as your "so called" friend I couldn't love you more sugar.
Mandy && Katie, I love you both mucho grande hardXXXcore bunches.

P.S.S.- You're getting pissed because of how long this is, aren't you?

Happy 16th Bertha-Day Maci Lynn Kovac.

This weekend was...intriguing.

&& that's all.<3.

Oh yeah;; I love my boyfriend, kthx.