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WHY WON'T YOU EFFIN' DIE?

NAH! SRSLY THOUGH...

8/13/09 10:20 pm

She was actin' pretty <- Brendon's Pretty, and Ryan Ross knows this.
Thought she owned the city <- Sorry, Ry, but he does most of the time. Dat Ass 8D
But, someone should of told her that pretty ain't a job. <- Getting harsh, aren't we now? Jealous?

Now she begs for money <- Okay, now that's just mean, Ryan.
No one calls her honey <- I think people will start, to spite you, CokeHead
As she bothers shoppers in the parkin' lot. <- See Prostitution is the World's Oldest Profession (And I, Dear Madame, am a Professional) by Cobra Starship. We know how buddy-buddy Ryan is with them. No wonder B seems to hate them...

Gets her karma with a catch <- Implying Panic! shall phailwhale?
Forget superstition by wearin' it backwards <- Switched tunes?
Lives under ladders and sleeps with black cats. <- See: @jennvatd @theeternalsea @amsay's discussion on how Ry's band should be The Three Hobo's.
Some people never change, <- Just because Brendon liked something different doesn't mean you can bitch omfg. Did he cheat on you? Like fuck...
They just stay the same way <- Brendon may not have changed, but he didn't change into a cokehead, now did he?

I swear this like a sailor, <- They don't let you do coke in the Navy, Ry.
Love is not a favor <- OICNAO. You and B got into a row, and he said he was just with you to keep you happy, and you took it srsly. I'd be pissed too...
I find its just a concept that we live inside <- We know you lived inside him, Ryan. 8D
If you can agree with me and Mr.Twain <- Jon is Mr. Twain, I assume, and you want everyone to be on your side...
In matters of opinion
Our rivals are insane. <- ...That Brendon and Spencer have gone apeshit?

Forget superstition by wearin' it backwards
Lives under ladders and sleeps with black cats.
Some people never change,
They just stay the same way
.
Some people never change,
They just stay the same way
Some people never change,
They just stay the same way

Change, change, change <- Mhm
Change, change, change <- Yeap, we know.
Change, change, change <- Okay, we got it...

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I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win
There's a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I'll lose the traits that worry me
(Okay, it seems to me like Brendon is all "Yaaaayyyyyy" right now. He's not supposed to, he's supposed to be all "Baaaw". Or maybe it's an "Oh, I feel sad, BUT I AM GLAD" because he's either a sadist, or one of those whimpy emotional types.)

Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here
(Okay, you feeling bad now? I thought you were happy/sad, not apologetic. It seems like you want to appologize to Ryho, but you don't want to do what he wants. You want him to <3 you for you, but you don't want him to be miserable or something. I don't know. You are a confusing boy, Brendon. I am greatly concerned.)

Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time
We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine
And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines
But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside
(Brendon, bb, this is about Ryho again, isn't it? He's all movin' on full blown, onto doing coke lines with hot blonde chicks, and you are all standyby-ey, just wonderin' "Why the fuck am I still here?" amirite?)

Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
and I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here

More to the point, I need to show
How much I can come and go
Other plans fell through
And put a heavy load on you
I know there's no more that need be said
When I'm inching through your bed
Take a look around instead and watch me go
(Panic at the Disco phailwhaled, and you made Ryan go crazy(though it's probably not hard) and you have parted ways or some shit. But why are you moving though his bed still. Was is break-up sex? Was it like, angry break-up sex, or sweet "You shall always be my first bandmate boyfriend" sex? And I assume Ryan is watching your ass as you walk through that door for the last time.)

Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
and I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here

It's not fair, just let me perfect it
Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive
'cause seeing clear would be a bad idea
Now catch me up on getting out of here
So catch me up I'm getting out of here
(Goodbye, bb D=)

7/27/09 10:13 pm

RUSSIAN

7/6/09 03:49 pm


Title:  Some secret I mus share with you
Author:  AmSay_x
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, Alex Suarez/Nate Novarro, Alex Greenwald, Vicktoria Asher, Cobra Starship, Phantom Planet
POV: 3rd
Summary: 10 drabbles to iTunes. +2
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Unless my dad buys me them from christmas.
Beta:
Author Notes: I always found my writing bad...

Drive Away - Thomas Newman(The Lemony Snicket's Soundtrack)

Out of all the movie composers he'd heard, from Danny Elfman, to Patrick Doyle and John Williams, he was probably the best. The classical music was new to his ears; foreign, almost, but familiar. The strange way he placed sounds together, from gongs and cymbals to violins triangles. The wide variety of notes forming their way into a song, strange and unusual. Out of all the score he'd collected, Thomas Newman was his new found love mark.

This soundtrack was so far beautiful, and the music hit straight to the part one wanted it to. Like stated, so foreign, yet not. And when the music ended, and the thin boy looked up at the name called, he knew instantly where he'd heard something like it. The boy, young adult now, stared at his friend waving a DVD box wildly, indicating he found the one he wanted. The calls off "This one!" where also a dead give away.

Finding Nemo.

Lachrymose Ferry - Thomas Newman(again)

Boat rides where not his choice of transportation. They made him lose his footing, and his stomach contents...

But the affection afterwards was certainly worth it.

Dropped - Phantom Planet

Alex Greenwald was a great guy, Brendon knew this. He also knew that his band(or ex-band) made some really great music as well. There times he was envious of the beats and lyrics, and the times grew more and more through out the course of the last few weeks.

With the recent activity between Alex and Brendon's band mate, the brunette couldn't help to have his friendly envious feelings grow to a budding hatred of jealous rage. He'd prefer Ryan to be happy over almost anything else.

Brendon just didn't expect it to be with someone besides himself.


Sally's Song - Catherine O'Hara, Danny Elfman

The forums knew, the fans new, the communities and the twitter followers knew. They all knew. It was like they could sense the tension, and the sadness between the four of them. Especially the twitter followers. As if they kept track of how many tweets where sent to whom, and when they where, and so on and so fourth.

It was flattery, in a sense, that they cared so much. That the @replies asked what was wrong. But heaven forbid they ever respond. It was basically an unspoken rule. Sometimes, Brendon wanted to. But, he couldn't. They'd know soon enough.

One Man Show - Jonas Brothers

Zac Effron? People actually thought he was going to be the next Zac Effron? He knew the fans wouldn't take his departure very well. But he didn't think that they would almost instantly think he'd become a one man pop singer in Disney movies. Really, he didn't want to be the man of every preteen girls dreams. The idea of them playing Barbies with their Ken doll dressed up in vests while their Barbie played themselves.

The fans where amazing, yes, but when you tease teenage girls with little kisses and touches between your band mates, then call it quits almost instantly, they go a bit out of control. Ryan figured it was his fault, and he couldn't blame them.

The Carpal Tunnel Of Love - Fall Out Boy

Ever had that feeling of having a plastic bag placed over your head, then water poured into your mouth? Like drowning, only scarier, because it was all in your brain, and you could stop it a lot easier. Or the feeling of someone taking your heart, smashing it to bits, and then shoving it down your throat with and trying to console you by telling you that it's okay, you can still keep the pieces. Like it's basically the same thing, and it didn't just break your heart. Or the feeling of your best friend leaving you with your own boy or girlfriend, to pick up the pieces of the one the said friend hurt himself.

Like a brain freeze, where all you can think about is the world ending, but at the same time, you're thinking about the ones around you, and how you're to suck it up and live with it, so that you can make sure they're okay.

And you think later on, why you didn't take care of yourself first?

Incredibad - The Lonley Island

He had a scrap book, so sue him. It was basically the only thing he had left, now. His band mates said that they'd always be together, and that they'd be his personal living scrap book of memories. They always said that, when ever he added a movie ticket from a film they all saw, or the pictures of each other with their heads in trash cans passed out from alcohol amoung the years.

Brendon flipped through the pages, his body language saying that he was working on autopilot as his fingers caressed the pressed flowers, photo corners and fabric swatches from old costumes. All memories. Nothing tangible anymore. The items where just objects of everything he used to have.

It was so incredible, the time they had, and so bad the time they no longer will.

It was Incredibad.

Oh, It's Love - Hellogoodbye

Brendon always had the notion that love, between friends or lovers, would always be. Even the people he came to hate, he still had some affectionate nature to. That was just how he was. Someone could shoot his dog, and he'd still find something to love about the person. Always thought that, that feeling would stay, not matter what. People could leave him, hurt him, hurt his friends and family, and still, there would always be a bit of love between the person and Brendon.

Maybe that's why people did leave him. The ones he never thought would. Maybe they knew that Brendon would love them through thick and thin, no matter what they do. They didn't have to worry about what he thought of them, or what he'd do, because the brunette still cared. Like a friend who insulted another friend because they knew they would still like them.

But, the love didn't always dominate the sadness that usually came in a two-for one package.

Hogwart's Hymn - Patrick Doyle

They would always laugh at Brendon when he cried at the end of the first Harry Potter. Spencer never knew why they laughed, they just did. Not a mean one, a comforting one to say that it's okay. They never did know why Brendon cried at the end, either. Until the drummer asked, and he was greeted with a response along the lines of, "Because, I like to think that we'll always have the bond that Harry, Ron and Hermione have at the end of it."

They may always have that bond, but as of now, it will never be the same.

Hollaback Boy - Cobra Starship

Jon once asked Alex Suarez why Cobra Starship chose the lyrics and beats that they did when they made music. Jon also never forgot the sly little smile their label mate's bassist made. It was as if Alex told him a little unspoken secret about their band, one that Jon didn't really want to know about.

The smile, Jon always thought, meant, "We may have a far different music style, but our bands are more alike than you may think."

Jon was never able to look Alex or Nate the same way again. Especially when they where together. Maybe their bands where alike.


Bonus'!

Good Girls Go Bad (Ft. Leighton Meester) - Cobra Starship

Brendon hated Cobra Starship. He loved them at the same time. But this one of the few instances that the hate wormed it's way further up the emotion ladder. He loved the five of them, he did. Just, not very much. The love slowly went down more with every party they held, every after party they went to. Every Cobracam.tv episode they made. Their growing fame took away that of their own band. They where getting to good, and Brendon wished uping the Cobras the fate of Phantom Planet.

He didn't like to blame anyone, but how could he not, when the Cobra's where so easy to?


Big Yellow Taxi - Joni Mitchell

Ryan always wondered why Zack seemed to show a dislike for Canada. The venues they played in their sister country where always filled with fans, albeit not as many as their larger USA shows. But, they did have less than a tenth of the American population living there. Though, they where easy to make fun of, the country was filled with such a... natural beauty. One Ryan always wished he could go an explore more.

Sure, America had the rockies, and the nature reserves. But they weren't like the one's here in their northern companion. The crystal blue glacier waters, and the snow. Oh, the snow. Ryan rarely saw snow, it was such a beautiful thing, white and perfect. It was cold, and he didn't do cold, but he liked looking at it.

Canada had a... natural beauty about it. Much like his lead singer, but shh. Ryan didn't do his lead singer(yet, anyways), but he

5/14/09 04:10 pm - omg?


So, after going totally ape shit on:

 

Why being a vegatarian/vegan is wrong
Why human kind is a failed experiment from the universe
Why Hitler really just needed his dads support
Why we're all spawns from our African ancestors
Why my facts are totally based on shit I know
And how Gabe is the next Indina Jones...

I've finallty gotten to my main key point.

Zooombies

Now, SOBs, I've come up with a plot.

It includes this:

Brendon in tight leather, a motor cycle, M1 Assult Rifle and Machette, and Ryan Ross ruining his eye line, and Zombies.

Oh, and Spencer getting shot in the face.

HAVE FUN!

Prolouge time.

2/18/09 05:03 pm - ;D I did not do it.

Seriously, whoever made all those copies of Brendon Urie's Rolling Stone face in the school library, as well as the newly edited "JOBOHOES!" with meanie drawings, and left them fly around the room, well, they're a major douche.

I did not do it. ;D

2/17/09 04:47 pm - A Recipe For Collection


Music, flower, sugar and sweets,
The bliss where ingredients meet.
Mixing with sadness, stirring with joy,
A certain way, a certain ploy.

Life maybe drab,
Filled with heartbreak,
And with hate.
But who's to say,
That it's much to late?

You can make it better,
You know you can,
Perfecting mixtures,
Memorizing words,
numbers
and abbreviations.

Beat in the sorrow,
With the infuriation.
Sift the love,
Through the wire,
Notice the clumps,
Of lust and desire.

The things you want eliminated,
The feelings you wish gone,
Can leave through,
The sun that's shone.

What's left of life,
What can you make?
Through such a times,
You feel obligated to bake.

For agony, depression,
Happiness, and love.
All it takes,
Is that one quick shove.

The crack of an egg,
An emotion comes through.
Hitting the solids,
Of the things you once knew.

Fold it together,
Mix it to one.
Thicken the batter,
For what's to come.

Into a pan,
Greased by self-image,
The pre-heated oven,
Soon to melt it away.

Despite the oils,
And the calories alike.
By the time the buzzer goes off,
You're feeling alright.

The oven mits, placed on your hands,
Keeping away the heat,
A few might demand.

Not giving in,
Not giving up.
Not what anyone says,
Or what any one wants.

This belongs to you,
The delection in your palms.
Once the burning dies down,
You're mind will be calm.

The quick panic is over,
Now placed in icing,
Cooled and dark,
Now making it's mark.

Into slices,
As your mind now is,
Calm and collected,
Through the timely bake.

Because as everyone knows,
The things we make,
The feelings we show,
Hate, Anger, Frustration,
Things we know.
Happiness, Love, Joy.
Mixed in with anticipation.

They're all still here,
But not alone.



By: Samantha Whipps

2/11/09 04:41 pm - D= Sad day


Lost my iPod in Eco Challenge* today while I was bawling my eyes out over the Inconvient Truth.

Thankfully, in the middle of fifth period Fashion, I realized it, and booked it from the classroom into room 219, and asked the tecaher if he found it.

He said he didn't, BUT HE DID, because I found it in my locker at the end of the day wrapped in a blue paper that said "Found this after 3rd Period Eco, Sam, be more carefull.

-Thomson

P.S. Put some Frank Sinatra on that thing. That's real muisc, way better then that Panic crap you have on there now."

I was all "OKAY I WILL PUT FRANK SINATRA ON THERE BECAUSE IT WAS FOUND AND THE KELPTOS IN  SCHOOL DIDN'T GET IT! =D"

Frank is now on my iPod.

<3 Sam

*Eco Challenge: An out door senior co-ed gym class that spends it's time fixing the enviornment while winter camping and dog sledding.

2/10/09 10:25 pm - D=

SOMEONE JUST SAID THAT IF TWILIGHT WAS A PERSON, THE PERSON WOULD BE THE EXACT SAME AS ME!

I am offended greatly.

<3 Sam

2/10/09 09:46 pm - Oh, I forgot!

Forgot something.

Anyways, I had this crazy dream last night. I was at the BND2 concert, and for some reason I was talking with Gabe, and the only thing I can remeber was this:

Gabe: " 'Sup?"
Me: "Nothin', you?"
G: "Nothin'"
Me: "Wizzer...?"
G: "Whacko"
Me: "Rad"
G: "Groovy"
Me: "Double smack with total knobs."
G: "Totally."
Me: "Yeaaaa man...."
G: "Duuuude...."

It reminded me oddly of a conversation one would have with someone while smoking cannibas...

OH WELL!

2/10/09 09:38 pm - D=< I don't like people anymore.


'Kay, it's been like, seven days into our second semster, AND I AM ALREADY FORCED TO DO AN ENTIRE PROJECT ON EDIA OF THE NINTEEN TWENTIES ON MY OWN BECAUSE MY PARTNER IS A HYPOCRITAL ANNOYING BITCH! D=<
SHE'S BUGGING ME ME NOT DOING WORK AND SHE DID JACK SHIT THIS ENTIRE TIME AND I ALWAYS DO MY WORK AT THE LAST MINUTE(My motivation is knowing I will fail if I dont do it now, I know, I know, bad habit. Leave me alone! D=< AT LEAST I DO IT!) ANYWWAYS!

I HAVE TO WRITE AND CREATE A FABBY PROJECT ABOUT THE 20'S ON MY OWN NOW AND THIS INCLUDES DANCING ALONE WITH A PARTNER WHO DOESN'T WANT TO DANCE!
 

OH.

 

MY.


GOD SHOOT ME! ANGER ISSUES I NEED MY MOTHERS HAPPY CALM PILLS SERIOUSLY OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

<3 Sam =D

P.S. Brendon makes me giggle. Lulz.
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