"Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."

-William Shakespeare

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

skeleton boyyyy......

i love this phototgrapher's, Corbin Lee Gurkin, house! she travels all around her job and her house seems to be full of memeries. i reallyyyyy love antique painted chipped kinda stuff and this house full ol' vintage and antique things from around the world. those quirky things like collecting tea tins, old frames, and ancient photographs really interest me.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Ba-Ba-Ba-Bennie and the Jets...

here are some odd [cool] things of the day . [:


Saturday, March 27, 2010

... i'll never talk again, oh boy, you left me speechless...

'68 Dodge Charger

Speechless- Lady Gaga

An Affair to Remember [1957]

"Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories... And we've already missed spring!"

Terry McKay- Deborah Kerr
Nickie Ferrante- Cary Grant

Heard this movie was good. [:

....you ain't nothin but a hound dog; cryin all the time...

my favorite cute dogs as puppies:
1. austrailian shepherd- medium-sized, energetic, herding, working dogs from the western United States. my favorite color they come in is blue merle.
2. bloodhound- large-sized, gentle, affectionate, obediant hunting dogs from France

Monday, March 15, 2010

cheesed off! >:[

ready ta just get outta high school!
i jus wanna drop-outta this poop!
im tired of all these PHONY.. FAKE.. bleep bleep bleeps!
ughh i wanna get outta here!!!!!!!!


Can't stand it! [excerpt]

Love Bruises
We walked into Johnny’s bedroom with a bag of frozen corn and a wet rag. I sat him down in the chair in the corner carefully. “Do you have another towel,” I asked looking around the small room. “Look on the dressing,” he said groaning in pain. “Hold on,” I said, finding a ripped blue towel on the cluttered dresser. I wrapped the bag of frozen corn in the towel and when I turned around found Johnny looking at several bruises on his ribs as he lifted up his shirt.
I sighed and sat on the mattress by the window. I patted the space next to me on the mattress looking at him. He trudged over, sat next to me, and took of his t-shirt revealing [a gorgeous six pack] purple/blue bruises on his side and arms; I gasped. I grabbed his chin and began to clean his bleeding lip with wet towel. The warmth in his golden eyes returned making me calmer and less anxious than I was in the streets. “Please, don’t do that again,” I said softly, almost at a whisper. “I can’t- I can’t watch them do that to you. I don’t have any upper body strength and if I tried to help I would probably make it worse. Just… please, don’t make me watch that again,” I said as his eyes held mine. “Don’t worry about me Lily,” he whispered. “It’s too late,” I choked. “It’s too late,” I said shaking my head. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m alive… Well not technically, but you know what I mean,” he said kissing me lightly on the forehead, caressing my cheek softly.
“You okay,” he asked; I nodded. “I have to-I need to protect you. Even if it means getting my butt kicked up and down the streets of Brooklyn,” he said with a light chuckle. “You said the longer you’re in the past, the more you become human and it looks like you’re becoming human fast,” I said gently rubbing the bruise on his warm tan arms. “You caught that, huh?” I nodded. “Like I said don’t worry,” he said yawning and lying his head on my lap. I sighed and took the bag of frozen corn wrapped in a torn towel and gently held it to his side as I gently stroked his hair as he feel asleep. “Dino is gonna be frosted when he finds out ‘bout this,” he babbled, I shushed him softly as I ran my fingers through his soft wheat colored hair. “Go to sleep, sweetie,” I whispered. “Mm’kay,” he said smiling.
I sat there taking care of Johnny after he took care of me and ended up paying the price for it in love bruises. “You aren’t scared or worried bout me,” he said smiling and squeezing my thigh. “Well who wouldn’t be scared for you, getting’ your but whooped like that,” I said lightly chuckling, but actually incredibly terrified for him. “Don’t worried ‘bout me babe,” he said rubbing my thigh. “I’ll be…” But before he could finish he was fast asleep.
I sat there more scared than ever. I could cry, but it wouldn’t make any difference. Johnny was too chivalrous and to stubborn to not fight for something he thought was right. I kissed him on his scruffy cheek, held there dry sobbing as I whispered, “Johnny why are you so stupid,” into his ear. Just making him shift his position and hold my thigh tighter.
I watched admirably at his muscles shifting under his tan skin. I played with his hair letting my mind wonder to Never Ever Land; somewhere out west on hot summer day, with me and Johnny driving in deserted land in a cherry red ’64 Camaro with white racer stripes. He laughed, I laughed, we were careless, and we were free.
I let the daydream become an infinite dream as I drifted to sleep with Johnny snoring on my lap, exhausted.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


wenta n.carolina ferr da weekend... me and muh bro had fun [:

1. in front of da Carolina Grill
2. pretty water over a bridge
3. natURE
4. swamp life

Thursday, March 11, 2010

kill joy [excerpt:]

excerpt from my book... [:

The Wrong Side of Johnny

We walked down the weakened sidewalk not seeming to go in a pacific direction. The wind blew quietly, softly.
I and Johnny talked, and we talked about everything. But I couldn’t understand it; I couldn’t understand how easy it was to be myself around him. I’m not myself around my closest and dearest friends. He didn’t- he never judged; he laughed, I laughed, and we went on.
And I’m the one who always laughed at the stupid teenage girls in movies who feel head over heels in love with ‘The Bad Boy” and made fun of Kylie for crying. But he’s really not as bad as he thinks he is; he has to big of a sweet side to be.
“I like Camaros, personally,” I continued as we strolled down the street. “I had a Camaro.” “No,” I said in envy. “Yep, first generation, I didn’t drive, I didn’t ride in that car; I flew in that car. I loved that car.” “I can imagine. Have you seen a 2009 Camaro? I think you would like it,” I said nodding, subconsciously imagining me and him flying down a desolate rode in a blue Camaro into the never ending sunset. “I like what ever you like,” he reassured.
The glint of his golden eyes in the mid-day sun made me get lost in the sheer beauty of them. They reminded me of a Werther’s caramel candy on a cold day. I stared into them unwillingly, but yearningly into the infinite warmth of his golden eyes.
As I stared into Johnny’s eyes I unknowingly began to walk right into the middle of the street as a cab hurriedly drove down the street. But Johnny caught my hand before I could kill myself in a sweet daydream. “So I have to hold your hand like you’re an old lady now,” he said smiling before I could give that idiot cab driver a piece of my mind. I just nodded as his warm hands held mine. What am I doing? Holding Johnny’s hand? I don’t like him! I can’t like him! I don’t, I’m sure!
But the warm feeling that was spreading to every corner of my once barren heart didn’t stop.
But what knocked me out of my swirling crush was the scared cautiousness of when people are approaching near me on the street. I heard even, heavy footsteps behind me. And like I always do when someone’s behind I put my head down and kept walking. They gradually started to walk faster. They whispered, they laughed. The more they laughed the more I thought they were following and talking about us.
Johnny looked behind his broad shoulder and his body grew tense and rigid. His jaw was clenching hard as he began to walk faster, pulling me with him. “Hey Street Rat,” one of the boys yelled out to us. The boys behind us gradually grew closer and closer to us. I slowly turned to look behind me and surprisingly found well dressed, mostly red haired/freckled faced boys, mean faced boys walking faster and faster to us.
“Who are they Johnny,” I asked anxious. He said nothing as he clenched and unclenched his jaw, pulling me faster. “Johnny!” “Some of The Saints come to hassle and start trouble. Keep walking and don’t look back,” Johnny said with his hard eyes staring at a pizzeria now in sight. I didn’t like the look that came over him. The joy and bliss that once filled his bright eyes were replaced with hard, resentful, bitter gloominess.
I felt one of them come right up behind me as I and Johnny was practically running. “Hey sweetheart,” he disgustingly whispered in my ear. I clutched at Johnny’s arm, as he squeezed my hand. “What are you doin’ with this good- for- nuttin’ mutt, huh,” he asked arrogantly. “Hey Dolly,” he probed, with continuous laughter in the background. The pizzeria was so close, but just not closes enough. “Hey Dolly, I’m talkin to yah,” he said catching me at the hip and pulling me outta Johnny’s arms. His rough freckled hands held me to him. He was preppy and well-dressed boy with fiery red hair pointing in every which way. I watched as his green eyes trailed up and down my body with a crude grin across his face. “Johnny,” I shrieked panicking.
And with fury boiling and smoldering in his eyes he ripped me away from him, pulled a black pocket knife from his back pocket, wrenched him up by collar, slammed him up against the brick wall putting the blade against his throat. Bold veins popped out of his hands and forearms as he steadily held the blade against his throat as the others unsuccessfully tried to pull Johnny off of him.
“Touch her again,” Johnny said in a shaky voice. “And you’ll sure as hell know what being dead feels like,” he said cold and emotionlessly. “You hear me,” Johnny said slamming him against the wall. But the boy just looked at him smirking malevolently. “You hear me,” he yelled again maliciously. The three other boys pulled and pulled at Johnny but his boulder of a body wouldn’t budge.
I stood a few feet away paralyzed in fear; but I wasn’t sure if it was because the menacing boys or the pure rage coming from Johnny.
“I’ll do more than touch her,” he said balefully. Johnny’s eyes went wide as he began to shack with anger, but before he could slam him against the brick wall again the other guys pulled him off and slammed him down on the concrete sidewalk and began to viciously stomp on him. I anxiously pushed through them to get to Johnny’s side. I angrily punched one orange haired boy in a blue and green letterman’s sweater. He stared at me maliciously but before he could take one step toward me Johnny staggered to his feet and pulled me behind him.
Johnny spit out blood and wiped his bleeding lip. He took a deep breath and said, “You know the rules,” he said bitterly. “No fighting before a rumble.” A tall, and skinny [but built] blond haired boy with ice cold, hard blue eyes stepped to Johnny. He purposely stood inches from his face. Johnny stood still rigid as he clenched his jaw furiously and the skin around his knuckles pulled back in a tight fist; making his knuckles pale white. “See you in a couple days maggot,” he said snobbishly, looking me up and down a bit too curiously and turning to leave. “And you’ll never come back after that,” Johnny said acerbically. “You sure about that,” he said smirking menacingly. “Yes.” “We’ll see,” he mumbled. And they all followed him like they were baby ducks down the sidewalk laughing churlishly.
Soon as they turned the corner Johnny collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. “Johnny,” I said immediately going to his side. “I’m alright, I just got the snot beat out of me that's all,” he said slowly rising to his feet. “Well that’s what you get, putting yourself in danger like that. I would beat you up, but they beat you up more than I ever could,” I said putting his arm around my shoulder and the other hand on his waist. “Which way’s home,” I asked, he pointed to the right and we started our hobble back home.

...i'll be the king of hearts and you'll be the queen of spades..

this is a very romantic looking dress from urbanoutfitters.com [a online exclusive] and i jus thought this necklace was too cutee. i see that floral dresses [+black leather or denim jacket] are pretty "in" this springg... loving it [:
"all the right moves" -OneRepublic

Monday, March 8, 2010

The Godfather [1972]

"There are people in this world who go about demanding to be killed. You must have noticed them. They quarrel in gambling games. They jump out of their automobiles in rage. They humiliate and bully people whose capibilities they do not know. These are the people who wander through the world shouting, kill me. And there's always someone ready to oblige them."

Don Corleone- Marlon Brando
was watching "gangster" movies all weekend [:

Saturday, March 6, 2010

give me give me symphonies.. give me more than the life i've seenn....

symphonies [remix] - dan black ft. kid cudi
MY LIFES DREAMS [part one]
sometimes i wish i was in outerspace w/a million diamond and pearl stars around me.. or on a dirty desolate road in a charger.. alone.. and free as the wind around me.. but im here and sometimes there but only in my frequent daydreams... my life is pret good.... im learning ta understand it i guess... i try ta be a good person.. thats about it [: im bored....

drumma drumma drummer boi!

these r somee pics i took and edited [:
its ferr church.. im like da photographerr... pretty sweet right...? [:


bout see "the wolfman" taday!! im sooooooo friggin excited! w/benicio del toro! ive wanted ta see it ferr lika month nowww...... im so excited.. its rated r cause there's so much bloody gore! hehehe [: im way too excited right now [:

Thursday, March 4, 2010

mmm... springgg.. [chirp chirp ;]

pacsun springg '10

socc wat? socc it to me? soccer [:

ayee, i tried out ferr soccer.. well they didnt cut anybody cause they dont really have enough people ta cut but yeahh.. [: i made jv! [: i know some people think jv lamee but im finee wit it [:
i surprisingly enjoy soccer very muchh [: u get alot more dirty n soccer than fxh.. ALOT more! sliding and what not but its fun stuff and theres alot more runningg.. but i guess im finee with that too.. it feels good ta b n shapee [:

soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer [:

..everythingg u do is super duper cutee and i cant stand it.. [:

Never Shout Never - "Can't Stand It": "What Is Love?"
thiss song is too cutee [: