Skools Out 4 Teh Summa, Gais

Finally!

Done with finals. Done with homework. Done with the pervy security guard who looks up girl’s skirts. Finished, waabam, no more, finale’, DONE!!!

Until next year, of course.

 

So what am I doing this summer? Actually, not that much. Besides prepping the band for their debut in July, I really do not have that much to do. Or so I thought. My dearest mother, worried that her daughter will spend her summer sitting on her ass watching trashy reality TV, has volunteered me for work at the libary. “Work” is actually me doing meanial, odd and utterly detestable BORING jobs.  But wait, it gets better. While doing my random tasks,  a 40 year old freakizoid libriarian (who is the empetomie of pervert) stares at my boobs. Great, just great.

And guess where I get to go to after work? Summer school! Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that fun? Woohoo!!! I’ll be with all of druggies that failed chemistry!

Shoot me. Please.

 

On the bright side, I get to visit Portland, Los Angeles and my bff, the Victoria Homocide (her bestowd suicide girl limerick), which provides me with some relief from my hectic schedual.

Anyways, enough of my whining. While searching youtube today I came upon this fabulous girl, Katy Perry. Her songs have sarcasim, humor and a sprinkle of bitch. Love it. Her hit song, Ur So Gay is a breakup song about a girl who fell in love with an emo/scene boy. With lyrics like: ”I’m so angry cause you’d rather MySpace instead/I can’t believe I fell in love with someone that wears more makeup than…/You’re so gay and you don’t even like penis” what’s not to love? Although her style is a little bit too pop-y for me, its a great song to listen to if you’re in the sarcastic-happy mood. The music video is equally hi-lar-ious. Check it, bitches.

 

Discoveries Inside a Tattoo Shop

After finally finishing all of the band’s paperwork I decided to give myself a lil’ reward: a new piercing. Aren’t I indulgent?

I didn’t know what to get pierced. Nose? Nah. I already have one, and I almost never wear it in because I think that it looks like a silver piece of snot hanging from my nostril. Neck? Ahhh. No. Too painful, and I’m a wimp for pain. Belly? No, that just screams: Look at me! I’m a whore! Eyebrow? No..everyone has that, I want something unique. Well then, how about hip piercings? Hells. Yes.

Why hip piercings?

1. Easy to hide from the parentals (they almost disowned me after I told them I got my nose pierced)

2. They look awsome

2. Almost no one has them. Thus, making them unique.

After much convincing, begging and blackmail, Kyle hesitantly agreed to take me to get my piercings, but only on the condition that we went to his friend’s tattoo/piercing shop. So, on a sunny Arizonian Saturday, off we went to Kyle’s friend’s hole in the wall tattoo shop.

The first thing I notice when we arrive is the cheap sign, blinking off-on, off-on. Kinda like the motel sign in Psyco. I asked Kyle if this guy was legal, and Kyle assured me that he was. I still had my doubts, though.

There were two other people in the waiting room. There was one “scene” girl complete with the huge raccoon-striped hair, hello kitty necklace and oversized (fake) boobs. Next to her was a shady looking motorcycle dude, who kept trying to look down Miss Hello Kitty’s shirt. She looked scared shit-less, so I sat down next to her and gave the greasy biker a fuck-off look.

HelloKitty was overjoyed that I was talking to her, probably because she needed more “scene” friends to meet her street-cred quota. “What are you getting?” she asked me. “Hip piercings.”

“Are you serious? That’s, like, just like Kiki Kannibal!”

“Um. Who?” I asked, confused.

“Kiki. Kannibal.” she said, looking at me like I was an idiot. “you know, she made the dimond necklaces? And she’s on stickcam?”

“Sorry. Never heard of her.”

“Oh…”

Awkward much? Luckily I was called in next. Kyle gave me some medicine and shit to numb me while I got pierced, because I freak when I see needles. They did one hell of a job though; my piercings look pretty frikin awesome if you ask me. But the day after my hips hurt like a bitch. It felt like someone was stabbing me in the hips repeatively. Thank god for Bengay!!!!

 

 

 

The Prologue

Well, well, well. I finally have a blog.

 

Allow me to introduce myself. I am, in few words, a teenage fuckup. At least, that is how I am described by others. My hobbies include playing the guitar, writing songs and dreaming of the music career I may never have. I am a constant dreamer, and most of my dreams tend to be about falling in love, saving the world or meeting Axl Rose. I am a true romantic. I am easily pleased and distracted by the small simple things in life, such as starbucks coffee. I believe that the world is full of possibilities, and they are always opened no matter what. I never want to grow up, and am still waiting for Peter Pan to take me away to Neverland. Lastly, I love music. Guns n Roses, Dragonforce, The Misfits, Iron Maiden, Motley Crue, Smashing Pumpkins and MCR are my all time favorite bands. I also love sushi. I consider myself to be a student of life and believe that there is always more to learn. I believe in the concept of revenge. Forgiving is way too easy. My friends describe me as “overly passionate, sensitive to critisms, loyal to the end.”

By the way, until I know you, I shall remain anonomus. I am a comic book kid at heart, so for now, until we are properly introduced, you may call me, Mystery.