Title: a p p e r a n c e s_CAN b.e. {deciving}__[OPEN[
Vianka Renolds - June 23, 2007 02:05 AM (GMT)
Vianka liked the fact that she had her own room. I mean who wouldn't. She was still pretty sure someone would come and then she'd have to end up sharing her room. But she could wait for that time. Though it'd probably kinda suck. Not that she's a hermit and doesn't enjoy company. Just that then she'd have to rearrange all her stuff, and well that'd suck. Her room , when she first got there, was pretty plain. Plain white walls, Blah. She ended painting them a darkish bright lime green. If that made any sense. Her walls were adorned with band posters., cd covers, concert tickets, Only a few areas showed purple. Some of the bands that covered her walls were:
Cute is what we aim for
-My Chemical Romance
-Panic! at the Disco
-Boys like Girls
-Alien ant Farm
-Avril Lavigne
-Bleeding through
-System of a Down
-Brand New
-Bob Marley
-Sublime
-Gym Class Heroes
-The Godfathers
-The Hush Sound
-Lost prophets
-Relient K
-YellowCard
-Fall out boy's
-Death Cab for Cutie
-Hello Goodbye
-Breaking Benjamin
-Black Sabbath
-Bullet for my Valentine
-The Fray
-Maroon 5
-The All-American Rejects
Her bed was pushed into a little corner. It was a black fulton with black satiny softlike sheets that had hot pink skulls on them. The pillows matched and so did the comforter. Against the oppossite was her dresser but it was pushed to the side so it wasn't really on the opposite wall but on the side wall. Her closet which was filled up with shirts, jeans, skirts, and someother stuff. The other door which had like 2 or 3 posters on it leads to the bathroom. On her outside door were a few signs and two posters and a few cd covers. The poster was for sublime and the rest were warning sign. There was caution tape and those police tape which she had stolen were going everywhichway. She had warning 'messy room' sign. Which was true because there was clothes all over the place. In one little area was mess free where her desk was. It held her laptop and ipod, and like a million books. On the roof over where her bed usually lay when it wasn't pushed back was a painted green skull. The skull glowed inthe dark. Over her desk there was a battered pirates flag. With a skull and crossbones. She even had a few POTC posters.
So here she lay on her bed on her stomach staring at the computer. She was wearing jean shorts and a simple tanktop. Her hair pulled into a ponytail. Music blasted from her laprop. She bobbed her head to the beat and stopped. She continued surfing the web resisting the urge to bob her head. Because bobbing your head and reading can give you motion sickness. Her leg lay lazily as she was halfway off the bed. Her door was slightly cracked allowing the music to flow out into the hall.She was listening to 'Sieven times 7'' by Brand New.
Back in school they never taught us
what we needed to know
Like how to deal with despair
or someone breakin your heart
For twelve years I've held it all together
but a night like this is beggin to pull me apart
I played it quiet left you deep in conversation
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen
I remember I kept thinking
that I know you never would
And now I know I want to kill you
like only a best friend could
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to...
As if it happening wasn't enough
I got to go and write a song
just to remind myself how bad it sucked
Ignore the sun, covers over my head
Wrote a message on my pillow that says
"Jesse, stay asleep in bed"
Don't apologize (I hope you choke and die!)
Search your cell for something which to hang yourself
They say you need to pray
if you want to go to heaven
But they don't tell you what to say
when your whole life has gone to Hell!
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to...
Everyone's caught on to
(and I can't let you let me down again)
everything you do
Everyone's caught on to...
(and I can't let you let me down again)
So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish
I've seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there's ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield
Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call and end this conversation
And is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say "best friends" means friends forever
Stephen Kaiser - June 25, 2007 06:30 PM (GMT)
Millburys' rules sucked. Well, for the most part. Yeah, they sucked. Like the one that Stephen was in the middle of breaking 'No memebers' of the opposit sex are alowed to enter the girls' dorms unless they have been approved by the Dorm Advisor for that floor.' How idiotic was that? I mean, who in their right mind was going to go to the dorm advisor and ask if a boy could come over? That's like flash back to the middle school days when kids actually cared what their parents' thought.
All the same, breaking a more serious Millbury rule can land you with a pretty serious problem. Like, suspention. Or worse, a phone call to the parents. And Stephen couldn't have that now, could he? So what the heck was he doing wandering the girls' dorms like he owned the place? Call it desperation. Desperation from bordome. Stephen had alright kinda sorta started on his homework. Well, 20 minutes was waaaay too long in Stephens' eyes to be doing homework. So promptly 15 minutes after he started his homework, he quit. And that's how he ended up wandering the halls of diffrent dorms.
Today Stephen donned a pair of near-black jeans and a black t-shirt. The shirt read 'Hello, I'm a Drama King' in hot pink letters. The shirt had cost Stephen a bundle. After all, it's pretty hard to steal something when you've got to order it over the computer. Anyway, on his feet were bright blue runner type shoes. Stephen had gotten bored with his usual runners and decided to grab a pair of bright blue ones. And by grab, I mean literally.
Then the hat. Ah the hat. Todays hat of choise was plain green with white writing on the front of it. The wording read 'Sell Out Boy'. Was that lame? Well yeah, but it pretty much said what Stephen thought of the good-but-lately-turned-crappy band.
Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back Stephen stopped walking for a moment and heard Brand New flowing out of oen of the rooms he had just passed. 'Hmmm, semi-decent band.' Stephen had to figure out who was listening to music that wasn't as lame as Panic! At The Disco or My Chemical Romance.
Finding the room that the music was coming from, Stephen saw that the door was half open. Now I ask you, who can resist a half open door? Esspecially wehn you're a guy like Stephen? You can't. It's just impossible.
So nudging the door open with his foot, Stephen leaned up against the right side of the door.
"Well, you've got good taste in music, I'll give yah that."
Vianka Renolds - June 26, 2007 02:18 PM (GMT)
Vianka was looking through her random blogs. Some of them holding her poetry. Some not. Sometimes the computer could be so boring and sometimes entertaining. How was that possible?
At times she just liked to randomly stare at the screen not doing much.
Other times when there wasn't much to do she'd play games or will her muse to give her something. But nothing. Nada. Like that presto commmercial. All those different ways to say 'No." She sighed in exasperation. What could she do? Nothing. Not that anyone was online.
She pushed the laptop away and grabbed a pillow. She groaned into the pillow. Maybe she should just leave. Go to the moviefest or something.
Vianka hadn't heard the door swing open. But she did here him talk. Of course she hadn't been expecting anyone to just come in. To knock, maybe. But not just randomly come in. So of course she had every right to be surprised and jump and have her adrenaline pump and her heart pound so very hard in her chest.
She lifted her head off the pillow and turned towards him. Her hands grabbing at her chest, dramatically. "Trying to give me a heartattack,eh?" she asked - shaking her head causing some hair to come loose of its hold. "What's up with guys sneaking up on me and while I'm listening to music? First Micah. Now you. You guys are seriously trying to put me in cardiac arrest."
Vianka pulled her out of the ponytail. She had already messed it up when she had laid down. Shaking her head had made it wore. She left it out of the ponytail and looked up at the guy. "Thanks,"she said rembering his earlier comment.
srry about teh crappy post. I'm half asleep
Stephen Kaiser - July 1, 2007 02:18 AM (GMT)
Well now, I just realized I forgot to mention why Stephen wasn't hanging out at the Movie Fest! Places like that were magnets for guys like Stephen usually. And yeah, Stephen did move scary movie, and the single, not to mention scared out of their mind, girls that it attracted. At any rate, Stephen just hasn't really been in the mood to go to the movie fest. Why? Well, he wasn't really too sure himself. It was already the second night of the movies. The movies playing the night before, the 25th, hadn't appealed to Stephen at all. And then tonight he just wasn't in the mood. After all, tomorrow night was the night that was going to be the best. The movies playing were far superior to the ones playing tonight. And, they were going until 2am. This made things even better.
When Vianka pressed her hand to her chest and made her comment about trying to give her a heart attack, Stephen just grinned. Grinned, and stayed leaning up against the door frame. "Trying to give me a heartattack,eh?" "Mmmm, yeah. That's pretty much the idea."
Then came the comment about Micah. How did Stephen guess that Micah would have gotten to her before he did? Well, maybe it was the fact that Micah had been on campus longer. Actually, that made no matter to Micah. He just moved to fast for anyone to follow. Stephen should know. He'd been Micah's 'Partner In Crime' as people called them, for years and even he couldn't keep up with Micah. "Ah, I guess you've already met Micah. aka, my best bud. You'll just have to get used to us I guess."
Stephen had spoken the truth about Vianka's music taste. It was better than a lot of girls' music choices. At least the girls on campus. Glitch had really been the only girl who wasn't into either bubble gum pop music, or fake punk music. Fake being the main word. Bands that called themselves 'punk' or 'emo' or whatever, when they really weren't. Those bands just drove Stephen insane.
Always had, and probably always would.