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Name: Misty
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Metro: Tulsa
Birthday: 2/15/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Music. I'm not going to be cliche and list every band on plyrics.com or MTV or anything. Just music. Plain and simple! Music that sounds good.. musicians who scream and you can HEAR the passion in their voices.. you can SEE their passion in their faces.. the way they act onstage.. how they're so into it.. THOSE bands are what I listen to. Those who don't sell out in order to get famous and have stories to use as pity excuses to get there. I know some bands around here that WILL be famous one day.. they are simply amazing.. but they're not jusst in it for the money.. they're passssionate about what they do. And I respect that. Wow. I can update this now. Haha.
Expertise: Art, in some shapes/forms. Oh, and moshing.
Occupation: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  faytallygorgeous
MSN: lawrencelloyd633@msn.com
Member Since:
5/26/2005
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| New Xanga
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| Wow, people sucked with commenting today.
I've been doing nothing but preparing for Wednesday today. I'm just so scared that someone will mention drugs or something to me and I'll stutter or something and fuck up and give the news away. I mean.. I'm a fucking addict. I try to stop.. over and over.. and I just.. can't. And God, I don't know why. I wish I could go back in time, and never start. I wish I could go back in time to the first fucking day of sixth grade. And just go into middle school with a different attitude towards everyone and everything. I remember the THIRD fucking day of sixth grade, Arsennio [a couple people will know who this is. more wont] was giving me shit on the way to World Cultures.. and I remember a certain someone I went to elementary with actually said something to him like shut up or something. But come time the end of eighth.. he joined in with people giving me hell. I don't understand why people hate me. I mean what is it.. what did I do. Fuck it. I hate leaving my every thought on here not knowing who's reading it. I'm just.. sooo close to giving up. So SO close. But who really would give a fuck if I did.
And I'm pissed off. I just searched through 521 cds trying to find The Wedding 's cd. And then it turned out it's not fucking on there. Ugh!
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| I took so many pictures tonight. Expect them tomorrow. Yup.
I'm going to bed. My dad came by tonight and shit got so, so physical. I'm sore and sick and ugh everything combined. I can't fucking wait for court Wednesday. Hopefully the last time I ever see his sorry pathetic lame despicable asshole bastard extremelytoouptight [I can't think of any more words] self. | | |
| Argh, there are so many shows I wanna go to in the next few months.
Such as :
Silvertide
Kasabian
Dredg
Le Tigre
Punchline
The Killers
Disturbed
Built to Spill
the Bravery
All of them are coming to Tulsa. Since when do bands like them come to Oklahoma. Much less Tulsa.
And Jesus, why am I so obsessed with Silvertide. I hate songs that can be poppy usually. But I'm so addicted.
Blue Jeans
She's the kind of girl you bring home to your mother
She looks good in blue jeans even better under covers
She's a devil in bed between the sheets
Ask her if she's a saint and she'll get down on her knees and pray
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I can't be hiding no more trying to catch my soul
In a stolen red camaro flying so far
Drunk drivin' trees are swinging by
I can't decide why she's on my mind
I can't be trippin' while trying and I can't find the truth
While another man tries to understand you
But he can't be wrong cause he's always right
Raise your hands it's time to fight
[Chorus]
Grab something and go 'cause I can't decide
While I'm planting the seeds growin' in your mind
I can't be picking up things from all the bad, two years running
I'm gunning for the future fast
Pick yourselves up, decide why we're carrying on with guns and knives
Can't you tell that everything's wrong
But she's coming out and she looks good tonight
[Chorus]
[Chorus] | | |
| Ugh, Maroon 5 are on t.v. Fuck offff and put Matt Hoffman on!
Yay for air!!!! | | |
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