I'm baaaaaaaack!

Over the next five days, I have to help my pal, Audrey, pass her test to take college courses in high school and get prepared for the Panic at the Disco concert, so I'll be gone for the majority of the day (I will be out during the late evening hours, probably).

How I'm gonna stick my camera in my crotch and get through security, I'll never know.  I NEED to get photos of The Hush Sound!  Life will be splendid for the next few days as it always is.  ; )

Catch you in the early a.m.!

Yes, yes.  Let me talk about the e-dramaz one last time.

So, you all remember the big e-dramaz from the other day/yesterday?  Guess what?  I PREDICTED IT HERE!  It took about a week, but my prediction has come true!

*gasp*

So, I've made a list of predictions that I believe will happen sometime in the near future.  Since I was right about the first one, let's test my luck!  : )

CHRIS FARLEY IS GOING TO COME BACK IN THE FORM OF ANOTHER BEING!  I just sort of get the vibe that we really need a funny, big guy for our generation, and that we'll be getting someone like Chris Farley in our near future.  Who didn't love Beverly Hills Ninja or Tommy Boy?  Those movies were HYSTERICAL!

THIS CHOCOLATE WILL CHANGE YOUR THOUGHTS ON BOTH CHOCOLATE AND COFFEE!  I've always thought that Starbucks was evil, but their new brand of chocolate they have out now TOTALLY confirms my suspicions.  THEY WANT TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!  Their stuff tastes sooooooo good; I bought 4 bars this morning and can't get enough.   In the near future, everyone will eat these.

SCHOOL IS OUT FOR SUMMER!  With all of the drama starting tweens that are getting out of school for summer these days, don't you dare try to mess with my Buzznet.  I'm already ready to stop on your arguments with reason and logic, so do your worst and I'll do my best to clean things up.  : )

AMERICAN GLADIATORS!  This is just screaming awesome!  I used to watch every episode when I was younger, and now there is a new season for the summer?  I say, "YES!"  I presume that very soon many people will be shouting, "AMERICAN GLADIATORS FOR THE WIN!"

3 DOORS DOWN JUST RELEASED A NEW ALBUM YESTERDAY!  I predicted they would.  In my head.  ; )

Okay.  Those are all of my predictions.

No more e-dramaz!  Smile.  Today is a whole new day.

Much love.

A few months ago, there was hardly anyone who knew about Languisity here on Buzznet. There are still many people who haven't taken the time to go to her page and be astonished. That is exactly the reaction anyone will get from visiting her page. It's one perfect photo after another.

McKenzie's posts are natural, amazing, unique, thought-provoking, intriguing and full of soul. I don't think that I've ever come across one that I didn't like in one way or another. She uses a diptych stylistic technique on many of her posts, and as you will see by the end of this journal, they are ever so beautiful.

cotton candy kisses

Rough Road Leads to the Stars

Move On

Heavy

With Bubbles....

Changes

First Impressions.... (Lauren with the root beer bottle glass eyes)

Assuming you don't lose any of the pieces....

sticky lipped kisses

Slipped you off

Watching She

Day 008

At work, we will play.

Odd duck, that one.

These two Miss' adventures

Wild things

McKenzie, since we've met, I've always held you in high regard. I thank you for allowing me to let others know about your page. You are a Buzznet Essential in each and every regard. ♥

Much love.

Sometimes, you meet someone and they just know how to put a smile on your face unconditionally. You can bet that the person I'm featuring today is who I'm talking about!

Without even knowing it, Kerri (HideDontSeek) has made me a more jolly person just by being who she is. If her personality was a food, it would be the biggest and brightest color of cotton candy in the universe. And everyone that knows her knows it! She makes the oddest of photos amazing. Her photography has blossomed into sheer amazement for all who take the time to view, so if you've got a few moments, let me give you some pictures to view.

 Oliver.

Sycamore Eagles

The Mechanics Of It All

A Trip to Brookfield Zoo With My Friends Niki and Laura. 2006. Lion

Snow! Snow! Go away!

Peeking Through...

Did you know that I went to Prom with John (OunceOfWentz)?

The Bridge. *Side View*

Silly Donkey!

Fireball

Mmm.

Paint The Sky

Praying to the Music Gods (I LOVE this photo of her so much. : )

Double Fence. Metal and Ice. 12-11-2007 After the ice storm

Metal Object 1. Assignment #2. Dark Version.

I ♥ Buzznet... It makes me smile when... :-D

Folks, if you get the chance, let her know what you think of her stuff. Lord knows I have and I will continue! : )

Kerri, you are an amazing edition to the Buzznet Essentials collection of wonderful folks, and I'm counting the days until we can hang out and eat Chicago pizza. Mmmmmm...

Much love.

I've got news!

***New Buzznet Essential journals every weekday this week!  : )

***New Buzznet Music School journals on Monday, Wednesday and Friday!  : )

***New Buzznet Album Reviews on Tuesday and Wednesday!  : )

My final thing starting this week...

I'm doing a 365 project...with VIDEOS!  Expect my first one up late tonight/early tomorrow.  It'll be that same fun little project that everyone else does, except you have to deal with my voice and idiotic antics.  =P

Much love to everyone.  I'm so excited to post this week; you, honestly, have no idea.  : )

♥

MY MOM DISLOCATED HER HIP, SO SHE HAS TO COME BACK TO COLORADO FOR SURGERY ON IT!!!  BECAUSE SHE DISLOCATED IT SO EARLY IN HER BASIC TRAINING, SHE WILL BE MEDICALLY RELEASED FROM THE MILITARY!!!

THIS IS THE BEST NEWS EVER!  MY MOM WILL BE HOME ON JUNE 1ST!!!!!!!

*goes to explode*

I can just feel it.  It'll be back before we all have a chance to stop it.

Let's give out tips on how to deal with e-drama because some people forget that it can be stopped very simply.  Don't turn into a mindless drone, resorting to senseless bickering from behind your computer screen.  I'm sure that in real life you are a much better person.  You shouldn't start drama when it can be avoided and diminished so easily.

Tips On How To Kill e-Drama

1.  Ignore what others say.  If someone says something mean about you, personally, take the higher road and let it go.  Because it's easier to tell someone off from a computer than in person, there will always be someone to try to start arguements.  Don't let someone get the worst of you.  If that means that to them you are a "stupid ugly slut bag," then so be it.  You know who you are, and that should be enough.

2.  Report, Block, Live.  This one is disgustingly simple.  If someone is harassing you, report them, block them, then go on living.  Sounds simple enough?  Because it is.  People forget that avoiding people is easier on the internet, especially when we have such wonderful moderators and privacy settings to keep things from getting out of hand.

3.  Leave the argument behind.  There is nothing wrong with getting out of an arguement too soon.  Matter of fact, I'm sure that many people encourage getting out of things before you say something that you regret.  Leave your computer, go to one of your other favorite websites, check your email; those are some great ways to avoid getting in too deep.

4.  Respect each other's opinions.  Enough said.  If someone says something you don't agree with, please treat them with the same respect as you would like to be given for stating your opinions as well. 

"Treat others as you would like to be treated." - The Golden Rule

5.  Stop the fight, and play mediator.  If you see the beginnings of a fight happening, do everything in your power to stop it.  Do you want more drama here?  I don't, so I'll be doing what I can to kill it before it can begin.  If you walk into an argument, please let the opposing parties know that their fighting doesn't need to happen, and try to settle something where each person agrees to disagree on the issue. 

6.  Forgive and forget.  If you don't want to report someone because you just don't want to get someone in trouble for a petty fight, make a truce with them.  There has only ever been one major fight that I was in on this website, and I feel really bad about it all the time.  It was on a Panic at the Disco post, believe it or not, and the both of us in the argument were very petty.  It was a low point for me, and when I read what I wrote now, I feel ashamed.  Since I had the argument, I have made really good friends with the person that I fought with.  We decided to forgive and forget, and we're both on the same happy page these days.  That's one thing that I'm truly proud of on here.

And if you aren't as nice as I am, take the words of Oscar Wilde: "Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much."

I want to get the most amount of fun from this website as I can.  In order to do that, I'm going to do my part to diminish this e-drama.

Think about it: would you rather have a million posts with arguments on them or a million posts where everyone gets along?

I prefer the latter.

Much love.

They are so exhausting already.  Does it really have to be the same routine over and over and over and over again?

It is such a love-hate relationship.  I know that it's going to be the same thing that I'm used to, but I still can't get over it.  I just can't help but get into it.  When there is a sad part going on, I start to cry like a baby.  It is what is expected.  I'm also screaming with joy when everything is on the up-and-up.  I'm so confused when it comes to reruns.

My feet hurt from all the rerunning I've been doing this week, both on my butt and off of it.

Bet you didn't see that coming.  ; )

Have a great weekend!

(short pointless journal make Joda a hypocrite, but we deal, we deal...)

Stolen from TrendySecret.  ; )

Step 1: Put your music player on random.

Step 2: Post the first line (or so, some are hard) from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.

Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.

Step 4: Strike out the songs when someone
guesses correctly (No lyric hunting! That is cheating!)

1. “Take it back, take it back, take it back...Everybody look at me, me! I walk in the door, you start scream-ing!”

2. “I've got your picture, I'm coming with you.”

3. “Who's leading you now? Who's leading you now? Who's leading you no-ow?”

4. “Take off your skin and dance with me, cut off your tongue and sing for me.”

5. “I've been counting down the days until you notice. There's a right way and a wrong way to approach this.”

6. “C'mon babe, why don't we paint the town...?”

7. “Where are you, and where am I? We've been slipping slowly south.”

8. “You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss.”

9. “I heard you on the wireless back in '52. Lying awake intent at turning in on you.”

10. “I sit and think about the day that you're going to die, who's wrinkled eyes portray the joy with which you smile.”

11. “You got a reaction. You got a reaction, didn't you?”

12. “Calling all cars, you've got another victim because my love has become an affliction."

13. “I love everything about you that hurts, now let me see your moves, let me see your moves.”

14. “This is my face, covered in freckles with an occasional spot and some veins.”

15. “She's not it. She's really not it. She ain't it. She's really not it.”

16. “I still believe in your eyes. I just don't care what you've done in your life.”

17. “Children behave! That's what they say when we're together!”

18. “Everyone's a letdown; it just deepens on how far down they can go.”

19. “I've watched the proverbial sunrise coming up over the Pacific, and you might think I'm losing my mind, but I'll shy away from the specifics.”

20. “Thank you for being a friend, traveled down a road and back again!”

21. “I've got a secret that you should know.”

22. “Nobody stands in between me and my man.”

23. “Please leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the door man!”

24. “Looking for something I've never seen; alone and I'm in between.”

25. “This room's been dusted, and it's covered in from the month you spent with me.”

Do this, if you wish...  : )

Here is my second of the Word Play group's Task 5.  There will be one more after this.

You don't have to like this. Actually, I think that I might even prefer that you don't like what I've written. I read Edgar Allan Poe's “The Tell-Tale Heart,” and it inspired me to write a gothic small story. Now, this is a very lame short story, but it is not for the easily disgusted. I also don't think that we should really have anyone under 13 reading this. So, this story to me is rated 14+.

CAUTION: IF YOU DO NOT LIKE GROSS STORIES, STOP HERE AND VISIT SOMETHING ELSE! THANK YOU!

***

“The Earth Moved, and He Saw Stars”

By: John Ortega III

The Earth moved, and he saw stars.

When he came back to the world he was born into, he ran straight to the restroom to vomit. Just barely missing the toilet by a split second, the bulk of the mess managed to hit the toilet water. He sat back, hunched over and trembling. The best way anyone could describe his condition was to say that he had lost control of his nervous system. His fingers began to crunch and clutch the air. It was like trying to find the shreds of humanity he had just lost. A tear filled his right eye; on his left, he could see what he'd done. His tear duct sucked the tear from his eye and shoved it into his mouth. As he felt it hit his tongue, he swallowed the spit in his mouth. Before it could go down, the vomit pushed it out entirely. This time, he sat completely still, missing the toilet bowl, but he didn't care. He knew that this happened every week. It was his addiction. He has been doing this for six years, and he knows it won't stop anytime soon. The vomit covered his naked body, and he just sat there, reflecting. He has asked all of the questions many times before: Where did I go wrong? How did this happen? Why can't I stop?

He sits there, lost in his mind. Minutes pass, an hour passes, but he doesn't leave his mind. He can't bear to come back to the world he lives in. He promises to himself that the last time was the very last time. He convinces himself that he'll make things right, like he does every couple days. He compares himself to the air. He tries to feel a breeze in his mind, but he cannot. Where there should be space, there is clutter. He realizes, breathes, blinks, shivers. He notices that the pasty vomit on his torso has begun to dry. He stands up and purposefully avoids the mirror. Turns to the right, and gets into the shower. He spends as little time as he can while he is in the shower. He knows that he can never fully cleanse his soul. He knows that his body doesn't matter. No body matters.

“They are only things,” he says out loud. It's soft and virtually silent. He wishes he had a louder voice. “Only things.”

He gets out just as soon as the vomit rinses off of him. He grabs for a towel to wipe himself off. The towel slips out of his hands and lands near the toilet where more vomit lies. He notices his clothes on the floor in his bedroom. His face crunches up as he holds his breath and covers his nose. The clothes manage to slip on him faster than he could put them on; his shoes seemed as though they tied themselves. Looking around, still covering his breath and still holding his nose, he finds the bag. He grabs the contents from the bed, shoves it in and zips the bag up quickly. Following his routine after these things, he puts on his shades, grabs the bag with both arms and walks outside quietly.

When he gets to the yard, he finds the shovel in his obvious hiding place. He throws the bag in the hole where he found it. Originally, it was in box, but the box is far too broken to be used anymore. He shovels in all of the rock and dirt in the pile next to the hole. Once it is filled, he looks around only to see graves, row after row. He puts on a smiling face, looks to the tombstone. It reads only the last name: Kemmerly. He leaves for home, dropping off the shovel in his obvious place. He knows that wasn't the last time. He can already feel it coming back to him again.

Days later, the mood hit him just right. He leaves to find a new box. When they get back to the house, the body lies on the bed, lifeless for 4 days. He doesn't care. He strips off his clothes; they leave him faster than he can take them off. He gets closer and closer. All reason is lost. All negativity is disguised by pleasure. He reaches his goal.

The Earth moved, and he saw stars...

A familiar taste of vomit filled his throat as he ran to the restroom to repeat his ways. Someday, he'll find the Earth we all see, full of potential reason and harsh realities. By then, it will be too late.

***

Maybe you will think me different after reading this? I must admit, I do have a sort of obsession with what makes murderers who they are. I do enjoy gothic writings because of the fact that they are so morbid. I'm still a happy-go-lucky kiddo, though.

Here's the deal: I'm mentioning five songs that I really fallen in love with during the first minute of listening to them.

1. "It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones

2.  "Let's Dance To Joy Division" by The Wombats

3.  "Mr. Sandman" by The Chordettes

4. "Lollipop" by Mika

5. "Wilkommen" performance and song by John Stamos (not originally) - from the musical "Cabaret"

Much love to you all.  ; )

I will be doing three separate translations for this Word Play task. I'm really getting exciting about writing for some odd reason still unknown to me. Let me start with lyrics from the song “Life is Real” by Queen.

"Guilt stains on my pillow
Blood on my terraces
Torsos in my closet
Shadows from my past life is real
Life is real, life is real, so real
Sleeping is my leisure
Waking up in a minefield
Dream is just a pleasure dome
Love is a roulette wheel - life is real
Life is real, life is real, oh yeah
Success is my breathing space
I brought it to myself
I will price it
I will cash it
I can take it or leave it
Loneliness is my hiding place
Breastfeeding myself
What more can I say
I have swallowed the bitter pill
I can taste it, I can taste it
Life is real, life is real, life is real
Music will be my mistress
Loving like a whore
Lennon is a genius
Living in every pore
Life is real, life is real, life is real, so real
Life is cruel
Life is a bitch
Life is real - so real”

I actually just want to distort this one, sort of make it a little more poetic. WARNING: no one should ever try to remake a Queen song and hope for success, for you shall indeed fail epically. Here is my epic fail! =]

Voo-doo Doll

by: John Ortega

“You kissed the mistress and stained the pillow
Red as blood, but love not nearly as thick.
Be sure to keep the bodies from screaming
Old flames catch on quick, hide don't seek.
Life is sold, seems cold, so old.
Sleep fills my days while you lay awake,
Drifting into and out of visions
Close your eyes and imagine another man

Those sights won't get you far
Life is sold, seems cold, so old
Your head is getting bigger by the second
This hell wasn't made by me
I will fold it
I will scold it
I will never let it slip through my hands
Feel safe only when you are alone is the goal
Nourish yourself with words because all the food you touch turns sour
What more can I say
The bug that has stung you is my best friend.
We talk about what will happen next.
Life is sold. Life is cold. Life is chiseled.
Let the music in from outside today
He loved me like a whore, and I accepted.
John knew this would happen to us all.
Greasing up each new shred of skin we weave
Life is told. Life is cold. Life is old, broken mold.
Life is stuck with all the nice things to say locked away.
Life is the stick you'll always have that I'll be sure to keep you with
Life is cold - so gold.”

Not meant to be read to music.  : )