history books forgot us & the bible didn't mention us.

WATCH THE FIRST :20 AND THEN GO TO 1:30. THIS VIDEO IS MADE OF CRACK. I LOVE IT. AND THE SONG IS PRETTY BITCHIN TOO.

Okay, so I'm in a huge John Cusack mode because I spent all day watchng his working history in films, backwards, starting with Must Love Dogs. Comment to be added, trivial information will not be friend-protected. ♥

"I spent hours putting that cassette together. To me, making a tape is like writing a letter--there's a lot of erasing and rethinking and starting again, and I wanted it to be a good one because...to be honest, because I hadn't met anyone as promising as Laura since I'd started the DJ-ing, and meeting promsing women was partly what the DJ-ing was susposed to be about. A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do.

"You've got to kick off with a corker to hold the attention(I started with "Got to Get you Off my mind" but then I realized that she might not get any further then track one, side one if I delievered what she wanted straight away, so I buried it in the middle of side two), and then you've got to take it up a notch, or cool it a notch, and you can't have white music and black music together, unless the white music sounds like black music, and you can't have two tracks by the same artist side by side, unless you've done the whole thing in pairs, and .....oh there are loads of rules.

"Anyway I worked and worked at this one, and I've still got a couple of early demons knocking around the flat, prototype tapes I changed my mind about when I was checking them through. And on Friday night, club night I produced it from my jacket pocket when she came over to me, and we went on from there. It was a pretty good beginning."

-John Cusack, High Fidelity, 2000.

NOVELS TO READ;
"Shampoo Planet" by Douglas Coupland
"Diary" & "Invisible Monsters" by Chuck Palahniuk

now taking suggestions, guys. <3

my LJ brings all the...
well, not a lot of people come here.
But the ones that do?
They are the best f-list ever.

Ya'll can chill on my yard anyday.

OKAY!
IT'S THE END OF SCHOOL FOR NEELY.
TOMORROW'S HER LAST EXAM.
THAT MEAN?
REQUEST-A-DRABBLE!
I've never done it before, should be fun.

REPLY TO ME WITH A PROMPT/PAIRING/SONG/IAMGE/IDEA/ITEM,
and I will WRITE YOU AN EFFIN DRABBLE.
If I don't do something you request
(which, I probably will, I mean, none of you
have THAT much of a wild taste...do you?)

THE PERSON WHO REALLY WANTS TO REQUEST JASONMRAZ/PATRICKSTUMPHERS,
they will get two drabbles.

GET TO IT!
friends-unlocked, too.
Tell all you friends. (TBS, w00t)
REQUEST! REQUEST!!!

Comment and:

1: I'll respond with something random about you.
2: I'll challenge you to try something.
3: I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4: I'll tell you something I like about you.
5: I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6: I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7: I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8: If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal.

Okay. My computer is shit. Complete complete TOTAL shit. It wouldn't open up ANYTHING on my setting. So we tried defragging it--last SUNDAY. I went to bed, went to school, went to work, got hom Monday, and it still was not finished. That was how I knew something was wrong. So I don't use it ALL LAST FREAKIN WEEK. It was torture!!!

We get the start-up disk from my uncle Friday, it takes my mom til about two hours ago to try it. Needless to say, it no work right. So I'm on her setting, and she's pissed at me like I know what I actually did!!! I DON'T KNOW!!! She's on me AWFULLY hard about it, I almost starting crying!

And her setting isn't working--I'm being attacked by pop-ups, I can't get to my favorites list, and I've gotten errors four times in two hours and had to kill everything.

I have to buy my own computer. I. Have. To. Buy. A New. Fuckin'. Computer.

And I just got fired. And I'm trying to buy (the band) a van!!! I can't, I can't freakin' do it, man!!! I'm gonna cry, I'm sooo mad/sad/depressed/hopeless. And the computers at school have a block on LiveJournal.

I brought my camera with me to school a few days ago, and today, and these are all of my pictures that I took. <3

( 4/27/07. )

living like a work-in-progress
conor oberst/ryan adams
04/07/07's prompt; trueblue.
pg//593 words.

( if I never lost you, I wouldn't have to find you over and over and over... )

Even though no DNA strand in the little girl belonged to either he nor his...his Pete, Patrick could still feel that every molecule in this tiny, tiny thing was his. Her atoms were his and Pete's respectively, but it wasn't ownership--it was the onset (onset not used like it was the symptoms of a disease) of fatherhood. He knew that, with the guidings of karma and not genetics, this girl would have his hair and Pete's eyes and Patrick's temperment and Pete's snarling grin...maybe, Patrick hoped, without the attitude behind it. The first time that she heard Pete and Patrick (god forbid) fight, she would take the Pete tactic, sadly, and ball it up like unruly string...

Patrick watched her calm brown eyes--so large, orb-like and glowing with that innocense and gorgeousness of one amazing baby--as they roamed over his face, judging him already and deciding he was no threat; Patrick knew he wasn't deemed a danger by the adorable way that she yawned and shut one eye completely, the other falling like slow-motion playback of the other.

"Ooh, staring contest," Pete laughed unexpectedly, not watching as he doodled his signature on the bottom of the adoption papers, ink smearing under his wrist. "Betcha she'll win, love."

"Sometimes we'll have to let her," Patrick smiles gently, voice like a wisp, his entire life humbled by this stack of papers and ball of pink flesh with one open hazel eye. "We'll let her win until she has to let us." She was theirs, officially and whole-heartedly, as Pete pressed a ball-point pen into his Patrick's hand and said man did the exact same messy scribble at the bottom. He was too busy letting his daughter win in a staring contest.

these tiresome paper dreams; a patrick and peter mix tape.



( I should have given you a reason to stay. )

update on the story.
"I can't take you as far as the interstate can."

Perhaps it was that horribly inescapable curse where twins become inseperable in your mind, but Karma O'Hara and Polaris La Roux (ignoring the seperate last names, we'll get to that later) were never as appealing alone as they were together. They both had that Last-Call-At-The-Bar Complex, but it was only fully enforced when they were together. Nevertheless, Pete Wentz had found something irresistable about Karma, and Polaris watched with amused gray eyes from behind the metal doors as her brother was making full-body contact with a rock star celebrity. It was slightly funny--to her, at least.

That's it, for I, dear lovelies, am going to bed.

PATRICK SINGS SO SICK.
IGNORE CRAPPY SLIDE SHOW.
HE'S SO AMAZING.

bitches with stitches™

This is my bug/purse company! I'll be hand-making all of these bags with my friend Gaia, and we will be selling them! Right now there are no purses up for sale, but both of us are going to be working on some items this next week. By next Tuesday, if everything goes according to plan, we should have a purse or two up for sale!

Add us, if you have a MySpace--if not, make a MySpace JUST TO ADD US. =o If you have any good ideas for bags and/or purses, say so here! Your idea will be credited to you in the image title. <333

-neely.

NEW PICTURES OF ME.
THERE ARE SO MANY YOU'LL KNEEL OVER AND DIE. =o

( I knew you & I didn't feel lost when I looked at you )

Hey guys! SO, we got screwed, AGAIN. But in a different way. Our guitarist made the mistake of dropping our name to a lot of people (ie, his whole school!) and, lo-and-behold, our name was stolen. So this time, you tell us; meglomania, the chokehold, OR A NAME OF YOUR OWN PICKING. YES. I know, amazing, huh.

OFFICIAL BASIC-ACCOUNT POLLING;
+-- meglomania; a mental disorder of which the main symptom is a delusion of greatness.
+-- the chokehold; meant to say that once we have you, we won't let go.
+-- choosing names; megyal
+-- YOUR OWN CHOICE; it will be added to the poll and then voted upon!

The chance to add your own nme to the poll will close within seven hours of posting, so HURRY GUYS!

please and thanks?
-neely.

if you are posting as anonymous or as a guest, then say where you are coming from, and what your name is (how will I be able to recognize you?)

PXP READERS;
THE MEMO ABOUT "the hospital chapel" INSIDE.

( okay, so... )

Because there's just too much stumph for one tree post.



( Yes I AM obsessed. )

LARGE Fob/mostly Patrick pic spam.


( Cute, hell yeah. Call me Nicole Stumph. )

title ; the hospital chapel. prologue/preview.
rating ; chapter--PG, story--through R.
pairings ; pete/patrick.
summary ; Patrick had known his brother was gay for a time; long before he knew that it was a sin...
warnings ; this is a religion fic. I know that they can get touchy if done wrong, and I've seen major fights break out over them. Be the mature adults and teenagers I know that you're pretending to be, and if you don't like this story, don't comment. I'm not usually mean or stern, but, be realistic guys. Nobody's forcing you to comment.
deadications ; to lovelyloveleave who will get emotionally caught up and obsessed with this story;
and to xxdance because she never made fun of me changing my name so much! And cause she's the only, DERR, Missy!

( ...in case God doesn't show. )