To Busy Being Straight Gangster

So I've been way to busy being a Total Beast latley to post anything on the blog.
Sorry.
Whatever.
Mostly I've been trying to make a state cut on swim team, which means practice four times a week, and babysitting my neighbor-girl, which means I'm acually doing my homework not at school for once.
Cool, right?
But I've got DIY projects that need finish and blog readers that need some love [mostly Dilemma] so I'm gonna get to all that as soon as possible.
And I aslo had some vicious laundry piling up, but me and my Supafantastic Sara had a Laundry/Watch Squishy party last night, so thats one thing off my list.
Wish me luck.

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Words of exit: "I'm not dead Yet!"

A General Landscaping

So, I've redone the blog.
I, personally, find it much more user friendly.
But, how do you think it fares?
¿Que' ?
♦ ♣ ♥ ♠

I Random Moment A Few Months Back...

In a message to Mati:


Are you doubting are fun to be spiffy?Blasphemy!I think pink looks lovley on him, with his pale sink and black hair.It would still work even if he was a red head. hehe.Here, have a picture of it:
And take a picture of a guy in a skirt too! Just for good luck. :

Somthing Wicked This Way Bloggs

I have made my blogging debut!

My best friend Marianna's dad is a photographer for the local news paper and they needed someone to blog about their "Harry Potter Experience" and I was asked to do the job!!!

Here it is: My Enchanted Blogging

Good friends, I Have Arrived

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Words of exit: He Lives!

Colored Skinny Jeans Make Everyone Look Fat - So Make Them Yourself

So, Timmy, what did you do this Sunday?
Did you go to church? No.
Did you lifeguard? No.
I Made Colored Skinny Jeans!

So, like the rest of the world, I was going to shell my hard earned cash on these:

[in Raspberry]
or perhaps these, or these :

[all $48.00 at Angry Young and Poor]

Or god forbid, even these hundred and something dollar April77's:

But then I thought...

Gosh, you freak, why spend all that money on something you know you can make yourself.

You'z got skillz , Guh'!

So I Did!

Here's How:

What You'll Need:

• An old pair of jeans
• A pair of skinny jeans that you already have, and fit you well
• sewing machine
• a marker
• pins
• colored dye [and whatever is required to use that dye]

First

Turn your old jeans inside out. Lay them flat and place the skinny jeans on top of them.

Line them up at the pointy butt part.

Also make sure to line the cuffs up at the front of the jeans.

Next

Trace a line on the top leg of the old jeans where the skinny jeans are, all the way up to the top.

Lift up the top leg and trace the same line on the bottom leg all the way up.

Pin along both lines.

Then

Sew along both lines. After you sew, try on the pants to make sure they fit well enough. If they fit well , trim the excess fabric .

[this picture was taken after I dyed them]

Now The Fun Part

Dye the pants according to the directions of the dye you buy. I used RIT dye in "Wine".

If your dye has the option of stove top dyeing, I recommend doing that instead of sink or washing machine dyeing. Also since denim is a very heavy fabric I recommend leaving the jeans in the dye a little longer than the directions say. I left mine in for a little over an hour.

Also, after you're done dyeing and washing the jeans, put them in the dryer twice to seal in the

color.

SHIZZAM!

All it should cost you is a bottle of dye and a Sunday afternoon.

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Words of exit: So, a few days ago I Manic Panic 'd my mom's hair. You know what the say... A family that dyes together, stays together!

A New Mofia

Yepp, I joined the Mob.
Hop on the Bandwagon! You can read about it on Danielle's blog : here , Because I'm to lazy to write about it myself.
I promise, it's better than having "Fall Out Boy Syndrome".

Will I EVER be cured!

If You Thought They Wore Nice Shoes...

An Undeniable Thrist To Pick Winkles

Winklepickers are a cruel mistress. They make your life Grimm and Horror-able. But before I dive deep into the underworld that is obscure footwear, let me give you the back story of my madness.

Ladies and Bloggers, may I direct your attention to : Joshua Von Grimm

[a.k.a. Joshua Third]

• Guitarist for The Horrors
• My new band boy crush
• Beautiful
• Wonderful taste in clothes, and especially, foot wear

So if you couldn't figure it out, I have this bad habit of dressing like the adorable guylinered, tight pants wearing, band boys that I have silly little girl crushes on.

[Hehe]

Enter exhibit B : The Horrors feet

As you can see, they are all clad in an array of stunning Winklepickers. Mr. Von Grimm in particular is sporting his infamous pair of white Chelsea boots, most likely purchased from Atomic Retro. But buying those isn't good enough for me, because, you see, the most astounding Gerard Way also sported a lovely pair of winklepickers :

So what did i come up with? Well since you asked...

I decided to go on a brave quest in search of white winklepicker boots with buckles and a zipper. My quest was long and hard. I searched through miles of eBay pages and shoe sites, only to come up empty handed! I was determined to have not just any ordinary winklepicker, they MUST be white!

Then alas! One night while hunting in the wicked forest that is Google Search I found these:

True,true, they are shown in black, but fear not young bloggers, for I can get them specially made in white leather! Oh Happy Day! So now I must sell my poor drum kit [which I never played anyway. Shame.] to get the money to buy these beauties. As I said before winklepickers are a cruel mistress, a cruel £ 57.9 [$115.33] mistress. But I guess it worth it because ....

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Words of exit: I just don't like her anymore [WANT TO SHANK HER IN THE THROAT!]

WWOOOAAAHH YYYEEEAAAHHHHH!!!!

A sad little existance.

Thankyou. For the hate-comments.
Merci pour le venin.
Listen up Pete-faces. Get Over It.
Timmy doesn't want to put up with your crap.
Cat hasn't posted on this blog in a while. I'm the one running this, and I didn't even make that godforsaken post.
So stop your anonymous Pro-Pete comment.
Have the balls to say who you are.

So much for an inspiring guy.

If you're going to throw stones, then let me know who the hell you are.

Play fair, fangirls.
Play fair.

You would have done better being a male stripper.

Capital T

Capital T
Like Things.
Important Things.
With a Capital T.

Tragedy.
Mildly important.

Tacos.
Mmm. Not quite.

Trains.
Not my favorite thing.

Theodore Roosevelt.
Important.

Theodore, from Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Very Important.

Toro.
As in Ray Toro.
Extremely Important.

Time.
Completely irreverent!

Trash.
Not as important as people make it out to be.

Trailers.
Unimportant.

Theater.
Depends on the person.

Tops.
Shirt, bottle, etc.
Necessary. Therefore Important.

Therefore.
Snobbish word.

The.
Most important word Ever.

Teacups.
More important than Trains.

Things.
Stuff.
Important.
PersonPlace
Thing.

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Words of exit: "But things. Things. Capital T Things. Are deeply and irrevocably unknowable." - The Guy.
From "Life/Play" on 1/22/07, called Imprint by Cody Daigle.

When I Was A Young Girl My Father Took Me Into The City To See My Favorite Band

Alas, The day has come that I will finally blog about my Best Day Ever! Three months ago, exactly, I, Timmy, accompanied by the lovely Cat, saw an immaculate gift to the music industry, My Chemical Romance. I can die happy now.

The morning of October 29th, 2006, Timmy and Cat awoke early (well Timmy anyway) and (once Cat rolled out of bed, after almost punching Timmy out for waking her up) trotted down the stairs of Timmy's grandmother's house in New Orleans. We recollected about the day before when we had seen Brazilian Girls, Social Distortion, and The Red Hot Chili Peppers. After long, agonizing hours of bantering about, dressing and eating lunch, we couldn't get out the house fast enough.

Once we arrived at City Park, and entered the gates of Voodoo Fest, we me up with the lovely Danni and Billie, and made are way to the My Chemical Romance stage. We go as close to the front as possible, but it wasn't close enough. Then, like a light in the darkness, Timmy spotted her darling friend Eva, along with her other friends Margot and Korrin (spelling?) up at the very front barricade to the stage. She motioned for us to come over, and the four of us squeezed our way through the annoyed crowd of black-clad, heavy-eyelinered fan-girls. Eva had a beautiful spot saved up front. Lots of standing room, due to the blankets either Margot or Korrin's (I don't remember which) mom had spread out. There was also the barricade to stand on during fits of compulsive fan-girling and we were also next to the blocked off handi-cap section, and a mother who was inside was nice enough to let us put our bags inside so they wouldn't get trampled.

Then we sat through an agonizing Pete Yorn concert. Ugh! But alas the glorious moment came! The big black curtain dropped!


Every so often you'd see the head of an infamous MCR member, especially Ray Toro sneaking behind the amps to tune his guitar. There was also a guitar tech who looked very similar to Frankie, and upon seeing this tech the fan-girlies would scream their black dyed heads off. This happened like, six times. It was hilarious every time.

So after about ten minutes of waiting My Chemical Romance finally came out in full "Black Parade" garb to a cheering crowd of hundreds (mostly girls). Then the heavens rang with the opening lines of "Dead!"

It was a truly magical moment! You see, even though MCR has been a sickening obsession of mine for years, I started doubting their existence after a while. As psychotic as it sounds, in the back of my mind I kind of started suspecting that they were just an evil government ploy to take over teen minds, or even worse, a sheer figment of my imagination! But as Gerard belted "Dead!" to the awe-struck crowd all my speculation disappeared and I was finally positively sure of their complete and total existence!

The show was more eventful than just listening to the band and staring at their beautiful faces. For one thing, someone made a condom balloon that was flying around the audience.

To add to the funny-ness, when "Cancer" began so did the sobbing emo tears. TONS of girls were bawling their eyes out. Especially one skinny chick on this guys shoulders who was crying so hard that her spray on orange tan was dripping down her face an onto her white tank top. No joke! It was kind of sad, but really funny at the same time.

Some big moments for myself (Timmy) where when, during "Welcome To the Black Parade" I extracted from my bag the respirator gas mask, put it on, jumped around like a lunatic, and got a horribly quizzical look from the darling Mikey Way. And according to my mom, some kid standing near her asked his friend "Why is that girl wearing a respirator?"

Also during either "Give Em' Hell Kid" or "Thank You For The Venom", while in the process of putting away the silly gas mask, Cat got pushed out of the way, forcing Timmy in to a real live mosh pit! IT ROCKED SO HARD! First I was a bit frightened, but then I started moshing back. Thrilling Experience! But then a bunch of guys started kicking, and rock show logic tells you that when dudes start kicking then you should get the hell out of that pit before you get your teeth knocked out (which actually happened to some girl on the other side of the stage, poor doll). I got out just in time too. When I looked around while trying to push my way out I saw my dear father pushing his way toward me through six rows of annoyed teenagers. I go out before he could reach me though. Cat also says she got a nonchalant head nod from Bob. And my mother also swears that Gerard looked straight at her. You decide:

Gerard also participated in making the show very funny. Before he started "You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison" he said something along the following:

"You know this is the first time I've ever performed on a stage with a cat walk before. All I need now is a stripper pole!" That statement was greeted be a chorus of hopeful screaming from the fan-girls (myself included). He then proceeded to grab a feather boa from a man off stage and dance about with it during the song. Some other giggle worthy quotes where when he exclaimed in a British accent "Are you ready for Duran Duran!" Which didn't get as active a response at the stripper suggestion. Also right before they started "Famous Last Words" he told the wide eyed crowd "This is our last song..." in which we all moaned in sadness. Then giggling he continued "Off our new album!". It was so cute! He has such an adorable giggle!

A few songs later the concert ended, but it wasn't all sad. The rodies were throwing trash off the stage to get ready for the next set. Since we were so close to the stage I yelled for one of the rodies to throw me a water bottle that had been politely sitting at Ray's feet. He did, and it was opened (yay!) but none of us were very sure if there was actually a sip taken from it. Still I have a Ray Toro Water Bottle! My mom says I should have asked for a pick. That would have been nice too...

So all in all it truly was THE BEST DAY EVER!

Timmy and Cat had oodles of fun. If you get the chance GO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!

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Words of exit: We are all a bunch of animals who never paid attention in school, so tell me all about you problems. I was killing before killing was cool. - "Kill All Your Friends" by My Chemical Romance