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07 July 2009 @ 08:07 am
Ok, so, my neck is stiff. My tummy feels icky and i have work today. But it will be an easy 20 bucks

So, Panic at the disco broke up. I'm very sad about this. But i thought alot about it last night(while wacthing Avatar) and i should be glad they are alive. Yea know? But i still love them and I will support thier solo careers.

I get my DL in 2 days,thank gosh. So its the 7th and we leave the 1st of next month. eeeek. But i did buy som really cute clothes so i could be good :D

ganna go get ready for work. Its 8 am and im sooo tired. -_-
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Current Music: Slow Motion(cover)-Brendon Urie
Your worst nightmare
04 July 2009 @ 11:13 am
so i have come to the conculsion that after writing for 5 years i still suck

I wanna quit.

But i cant :(

i luff it too much.

"I could never sing my own stuff cause I suck at writing poetry"-Brendon Urie

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Current Music: Thank you for the Venom-My Chemical romance
Your worst nightmare
04 July 2009 @ 11:06 am
It's Independence Day in the U.S., celebrating the signing of the Declaration of Independence. If you were to make your own personal declaration of independence, who or what would you address it to?
We have an independace day! Wow, it doesnt feel like it. -_-
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Your worst nightmare
03 July 2009 @ 11:51 am
ew i have work today. And tuesday.I wanna have bfest but idk....i probs wont have time. ill see.  

But my brother Mo went back to texas. Thank gosh. Now its just me and my rents and my wormy butt cat. lmao.

How is everyone?
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Current Music: Le disko-Shiny toy guns
Your worst nightmare
02 July 2009 @ 04:57 pm
Licorice(my cat) has tape worms yucky.

She killed a fly the other day and ate it. So thats what its from

I just cleaned and vaccumed the whole house. And took a shower.

Its discusting that stuff just ugh creepy me out. *cringes*
Current Mood: dirtydirty
Current Music: She's a handsome woman-Panic at the disco
Your worst nightmare
02 July 2009 @ 01:03 pm
Im actually doing well do day. Im a bit tired but oh well.

I wish it where nicer out so i can go running,cause its a bit chilly out.

Im going to Paris and Lebenon in 30 days!I'm going to take a bunch of pictures. Im so excited. We are stay until the 22nd. And school starts the 24th? or 26th. Im trying not to think about it. Oh but i cant wait. No more high school. I hated my high school. Nope,now its the vocational school. Im taking an Intro. to fiction class. I cant wait. But ugh i have to take spanish. They dont have French there -_-  I'll take french in college or on my own time. 2 more years then im moving to NYC baby! I'm going for Labels and love. But who isnt right? ;D

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Your worst nightmare
02 July 2009 @ 04:05 am
i cant sleep.

But im tired.

Dont ya just hate that?
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Current Music: Disturbia-Rihanna
Your worst nightmare
01 July 2009 @ 11:07 pm
Summary: The two sides of Walker and Urie families remain rivals to this day after 150 years…until a boy and a girl from the two sides fall in love. Then thing just get worse. The Walker’s are witches, with lots of money and a strong hate for Vampires (the Urie’s). The Urie’s are wealthy vampires that hate witches from a tale told long, long ago…
Disclaimer: I kind of own. I don’t own Panic or their gfs and I don’t own Sarah, Lauren or Lena. It’s fake. I don’t think Brendon is a real vampire ^looks around^ As for Ryan, Spencer and Sarah…who knows…I developed this story in the shower…don’t ask me why I get ideas for stories in thee weirdest places…but hey what ever gets it written!
Author’s note- This story i wrote a long time ago. On my old journal peppermintcum. Everyone loved it so im reviving it here

Brendon looked down at his hands. The blood on his hands was fresh, but it was not his. He kicked a rock as he walked down the dark streets of nis neighbourhood. He wiped the blood on his jeans. He wiped the blood from his lips on the sleeve of his shirt. The warm blood got into his mouth and he licked his lips. The 21-year-old (now 21 for about 120 years.) was getting tired of hunting at night. But he had no choice. If the world found out what he was. It would be hell.
turned the corner of a street, the next block was where is house was (more like a mansion). He sighed as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. He had a blank mind as he walked down the street. The wind on that cold summers night was chilly, but alas Brendon could not tell the difference.
Brendon continued to walk, till he finally got to his long drive way. He turned to walk up it. He walked to his front door, pulled his hands out of his pockets, in his left hand was his key and then put the key into the keyhole. He sighed as he turned the key along with the handle. Then realized when he put that key in the whole how lonely he was. Yeah he had his family but he wanted something more.

He shut and locked the door behind him. He shoved his hands and his key back into his pocket. The mansion was dead silent. The spiraling staircase, dark floor and hallway where just sitting there. No creaking or movement was detected. He had a feeling the rest of the family was out hunting still. Brendon looked around lazily and decided to walk up the marble staircase to walk into his dark room and think. He opened his bedroom door to see the usual dullness of his room big and clean room. He looked around to see desk, bed and a baby grand piano where all that was sitting neatly in the room. He shut the door and flopped down on his red covers.

He looked up at the ceiling. He hated being a vampire. He really did. He hated the feeling of being empty…literally. No heart, no stomach and no nothing. He was just an empty shell. Just lungs and that’s it. He wanted love, more than anything in the world. Yeah he had some girlfriends in the past 120 years, but he never found the perfect one. And he’s still looking. Brendon heard footsteps coming up the stairs. His parents, sisters and brothers where home. Brendon turned on his side to face his white wall. He sighed to him self. It was about 5 in the morning and the birds where up.

Brendon missed the cool air in the morning. The way it got into his lungs and seemed to stick there all day. He shook his head of this crap. That was 120 years ago. You think he’d get used to being a vampire. But he was not. No he never would be used to it. No matter how many animals he hunted, that fact that he had no heart and the not being human. Yeah who the hell could get used to that nightmare…

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Your worst nightmare
01 July 2009 @ 02:34 pm
It's blockbuster season in movie theaters. What was the last movie you saw?
Year One. Best movie ive ever seen.
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Your worst nightmare
30 June 2009 @ 07:44 am

Challenge Name: Running
Title: Fallen
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count (optional):
Author's Notes (optional):


“Lauren? Are you alright?” He mom asked as she ducked her head into her daughters’ bathroom.


Lauren looked up as she snapped out of her gaze at the sink faucet. Lauren looked at her mother and smiled. “Yes, of course mother.” Her mother bit her lip then disappeared. Lauren turned the knobs on the sink to shut the water off. Lauren looked back at her reflection in the mirror. She looked dead, Her face was gray, her eyes had no color to them and her hands where as cold as ice. Lauren quickly dried her hands and made her way back to the living room. Her house looked like a museum or something out of a magazine. Everything was neat, tidy and perfect.


Lauren flipped on the TV and just stared down at her hands.


“Lauren, we will be out late. Don’t throw a party or anything.” Her father yelled from the fore.


“Make sure you eat something, dear!” her mother yelled.


“Ok,” Lauren mumbled back. She heard the front door slam, then the car down slam then the rubber against the concrete and they where gone. They had to go to some award thing for work.


Lauren’s stomach growled and her head was pounding. She closed her eyes to regain composure.


Lauren ran to the bathroom. She looked at her self in the mirror. Fat was everywhere, she couldn’t escape it. She got so mad she punched the mirror and glass flew everywhere. It shattered to the floor and everything was silent. Lauren panicked. Glass was in her hand, going up her left hand to her pinky. She closed her eyes. Her eyes then flashed open and turned on the sink faucet, and plugged the drain. She glanced over the tub. She twisted the knob on the tub and the water splashed into the tub. She plugged the drain on it and got in.




“Oh, that was fun.” Lauren’s mom said as her parents walked in the front door.


“Lauren,” her dad yelled, “we are home!”


The two adults looked at each other. Lauren’s father ran to the basement and her mom walked down Lauren’s hallway. Lauren’s mom tilted her head, as there was water coming out of Lauren’s bathroom. It was all over the wood floor. Lauren’s mom carefully walked over to the door and opened it. She walked in and looked over at the tub. She screamed at the sight of her dead daughters body.