H y p n o t i c R o m a n c e

Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life

2010-07-18T23:26:00.003-05:00

Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Where has the summer gone? They lock it inside a closet at night in the health club where I work. I've grown flabby. I work at a gym. Inside. I've started having panic attacks. I'm not sure why.

There are millions of people in the word who have no idea you exist. They don't give a shit what color your hair is or if you have roots the size of texas. They don't care how pale you are or what sheets you have in your college dorm room. And they don't give a flying fuck what your mother thinks. The only reason any of these people might ever even have one iota of knowledge to your whereabouts is if you get off your ass and do something fantastic.

Stop worrying about money. Stop worrying about what car you drive or where your going to college. Stop thinking about the kids you might not have with the man you might not be with in 10 years. Stop panicking about wether you'll be able to find a job when you graduate. For all the Universe knows you could be a fire performer living on a small island off the coast of asia by then. You could die. You could not die. Living in "Suburban America" means you have a chance of getting cancer or an intestinal disease. It also means you don't. Who The Fuck Knows. We sure don't. And I'm pretty sure none of the fortune tellers at Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo do either. Quit Worrying. Your grandmother says 10 Novenas every morning so you don't have to. Take that as a promise for health and sanity. But we can't promise too much else. Or that'd be cheating.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Right now. This second. In the middle of the night in a hotel in San Antonio, Texas, where you parents are snoring in the bed next to you.

You are made up of millions of particles and molecules. Matter. Magic Space Plasma. Just like everything else.

And just like everything else, you are breaking down second by second. Minute by minute your body loses a cell or sheds a layer. So make the most of it. If you wanna have pink hair, have pink hair. If you wanna drive a fucking hearse, drive a fucking hearse. Get tattooed. Get married. Move to Oslo. Become a lesbian. Start a business. Join a church. Have a baby. Colonize the moon with teacup schnauzer puppies. Just Fucking Do It.

Do Something Great.

Anything. Right Now.

Because today is the first day of the rest of your life. And who really cares what your mother's going to think? No One. Thats Who.

I am never going to reach a day sometime in 2022, sitting at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee, when I look up over my NY Times and think "Thats it! I've reached "The Rest Of My Life". Story over.

Not going to happen. Promise.

Because there will always be something more.

There will always be shoes to buy and bills to pay and art to create.

And no one really gives a fuck how much money you make or babies you have or republicans you voted for.

Because it doesn't matter in the long run.

So create something worth caring about.

Create something that will only happen once.

Preserve a second in history.

Make some people on the small coastal island of fire performers look up from their MacBooks and give a fuck.

If just for a second.

Because Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life.

And Goddamnit. Its Awesome.

Lazy Pazy Yellow Daisy: Reconnecting With Old Friends

2009-05-27T15:26:00.006-05:00

I'm the kind of person who wants to have a million things going at once, but is more content to watch someone else do it. This is tragic. But I'm doing a little better nowadays. One thing I let go of was this blog. Another was my crafting and sewing. But I've started posting again, and even signed up for an Etsy. All I'm waiting for is my camera to come on and I'll be up and selling. I got the best username : WunderHaus. I'm so excited I snagged that up. More to come on that.

Last night I wrote a To-Do list. It took up an entire notebook page, two columns. I should get on that soon.

But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I want to talk about being lazy with friendships. I've moved around a lot. Switched schools, went to summer camps, did performances, and changed states, and I've met a lot of people. The problem is, I'm too lazy to keep in touch with them. Sometimes I worry that it may be a genetic hate for most company, but, honestly, at the time of meeting these new friends, I really enjoyed them. Maybe its a fear of rejection or commitment to a friendship. But mostly I'm just lazy.

I dream of being an "International Playgirl" to quote Gala Darling, but often I find myself not responding to emails, lacking visits, and all in all not knowing what to say to people who are not in my immediate life circle. That not to say that I'm anti-social, awkward, or lack a back stock of fun exciting stories. I just find it hard sometimes to keep up friendships long past.

However, as I approach my senior year of high school, I realize that its important to keep in touch with the people you actually like, because those numbers will shrink as we all part our separate ways. I think about going to college and losing touch with the people I've grown to love. The ones I hope I'll get off my ass and go visit in our uncertain future.

But in the midst of all the internal hub-bub there is a light. You see, recently a friend of mine from when I lived in Florida as a little girl (2nd and 3rd grade) got back in touch with me after two years of not hearing from each other. Little did he know, he became my saving grace from my little cave of a social circle. It was so amazing to find out that after all these years of not seeing each other, all the growing and changing, we can still have nice chats and relate to each other. It just goes to show that even thought I may not be buddy-buddy with a lot of people in my town, there are plenty of other people who I'd love to spend time with. Hey, in this day and age the world is small. In fact he may come visit me this summer. Its just a 12 hour drive. Not too bad, right?

So, Lovelies, I invite you to reconnect and reach across the globe. Lets open our eyes to the many people in this world. The vast number of people we can love and laugh with.

The world is much smaller than we think.

Words Of Exit: Who Killed Amanda Palmer? Someone please figure it out!

The New Romantics: An Essay

2009-05-26T12:12:00.003-05:00

The New Romantics

“We are the New Romantics.
The Revolutionaries.
Dreamers and heroes.
Self obsessed and determined.”

What happened to the great philosophers? The Emersons and Thoreaus? Where have the dreamers and great thinkers gone? What earthly crevasse hides the lost idealists and imaginaries? What heavenly rapture swallowed up all the wisdom and knowledge of the Natural World? I say now is the time for The New Romantics! Now is the time for a great phoenix to rise up from the ashes of industry. I invite you to escape to the forest, be lost in the streams and valleys, climb the highest peaks and reach out to the unseen. Grace the fingertips of God and be kissed by Mother Nature’s whisper. Come with me now and we shall save our souls, for we are The New Romantics.

Though I would consider myself an Existentialist I find the Romantic philosophy of Transcendentalism delightfully appealing. Existentialism’s main focus is on the existence of “self”. This meaning that we create a “self” out of experience and the choices we make. I have found that the same holds true for the Transcendental. Through the writings of Emerson and Thoreau I have learned of a deep Transcendentalist need for self-reliance and individuality very near to that of Existentialism. Both groups also seem to be searching for deeper meaning in a world they feel very detached from, whether it is the harsh world of reason and fact faced by Romantics, or the absurd, random world of Existentialist both of which, at times, I can relate.

Existentially, I deny a preset destiny, or a sole creator. However, I find myself very drawn to the Romantic ideals of the soul in Nature. As a self proclaimed “Woman Of Science” the idea that we are all energy (soul), and can become one with the raw energy of nature (The Oversoul), appeals to me deeply. Whether this brings us closer to God or the true meaning of life, I do not know. I do know, however, that there is a place in my rational mind and Romantic soul for both philosophies. It is a peaceful place where the inner child plays by glassy streams and the wise old widow knits in the shade. It is a place where both rhyme and reason; both fact and fiction sprout fruits dripping with life. It is a place for The New Romantics, and I ask you to join me there.

Words Of Exit: Rear Admiral Timothy Saltwater, on deck.

Bring In The Truck

2009-05-21T11:19:00.002-05:00

I'm finally done with school for the year, so now its time for a Blog Face Overhaul. That means a new face, as well as more posting and a less obnoxious posting style. Gone are the days of weird fonts and huge bold colored words. Its business time now. I'm also planning to have my Etsy shop match my blog. All part of cultivating my "Internet Business Identity". Check back for more word on the Etsy stuff.

Words Of Exit: "I'm not funny."

A Little Dose Of WonderGirl

2009-05-09T17:40:00.004-05:00

I recently styled, make-upped, haired, and shot some senior photos for my friend Margo. I think they turned out really well.

All the photos were shot with a Nikon D-40 and edited on Photo Impression.
Make-up used was M.A.C. and Urban Decay
The locations were a parking tower and two abandoned warehouses.

These are the ones she printed, but I have a few of my personal favorites as well.

Dress: Self madeNecklace: A gift from EgyptBoots: Penny Loves Kenny

Dress: Delia'sHair clip: Self madeNecklace: VintageCuff: World Market

If you like the hairclip I do cutsom orders for around $12 US plus shipping.

Dress: American Apparel

Words Of Exit: "Thats what they said about the Hindenburg..."

Oh Travesty!

2008-07-08T20:47:00.002-05:00

So today at work, while lifeguarding, an hairy older man walked in with his little son. The man was wearing brown crocs and khaki cargo shorts that were shorter than any male should ever wear. He then removed then to reveal a lavender speedo. His son swam in the corner, alone...

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Words of exit: "Casper, The Friendly Ghost! All the bitchez love me cuz I'm da Dopest Ghost In Town!" - Casper, from the movie "KIDS"

So Long and Good Night.

2008-03-27T09:47:00.006-05:00

Man, I've been gone for a while.
But I'm here again.

In my absence I :
Danced in the Graveyard

Concocted a H-A-LL-O-W-E-E-N costume

[Anne, Me, Katarina]

Became a Woman Scorned

Had a surprise trip to New York for my 16th Birthday!

Where I saw a Banksy exhibit

Turned 16 while buying The Umbrella Academy and drinking Max Brenner's coffee in St.Marks

Was declared the "Best Dressed Person in New York" by some random guy on the street

And rang in the New Year outside Central Park

[Uncle Jacques, Me, Mom]

Acted ridiculous

Went to Universal Studios over Mardi Gras break and was a

TOTAL GangsterGee!

Shanked some fools

And Kept On Being Gangster!

So now that you're all caught up, next post will be
Kamikaze Girls

Words of exit: Think your thoughts.

To Busy Being Straight Gangster

2007-10-07T13:47:00.001-05:00

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

2007-09-03T20:41:00.000-05:00

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...

2007-07-26T21:11:00.001-05:00

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

2007-07-22T11:38:00.000-05:00

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

Words of exit: He Lives!

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

2007-07-03T14:10:00.000-05:00

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.

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.

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

2007-07-02T14:20:00.000-05:00

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...

2007-06-28T16:53:00.000-05:00

An Undeniable Thrist To Pick Winkles

2007-06-20T15:21:00.000-05:00

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 ....

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

WWOOOAAAHH YYYEEEAAAHHHHH!!!!

2007-05-30T20:53:00.000-05:00

A sad little existance.

2007-05-05T14:35:00.000-05:00

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.

2007-03-20T15:33:00.001-05:00

Capital T

2007-02-26T17:12:00.000-06:00

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

2007-01-29T21:00:00.000-06:00

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!

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

Blondes...

2006-12-14T17:03:00.000-06:00

HEY CAT!

ITS TIMMY.

FINISH THE MR.F&JCP COMIC!

Take A Deep Breath...This Will Only Hurt A Bit

2006-11-22T23:34:00.000-06:00

HUGE posts comming up
2 to be exact
The first on Timmy's new exciting tote-bag making hobby
The second on ... brace yourself...

TIMMY AND CAT'S TRIP TO SEE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IN CONCERT AT VOODOO FEST IN NEW ORLEANS THIS OCTOBER! THE BEST DAY EVER!

[teaser]

But while you waite whatch this vidoe of Timmy making a fool of her self to the tune of Butch Walker's "Ladies and Gentleman... "The Let's-Go-Out-Tonites!""

Join The Black Parade!

2006-10-27T16:01:00.000-05:00

My Chemical Romance's Myspace Page

No Matter If I Have To Break Your Arms and Legs and Drag You Back, You'll Always Be My Friend

2006-10-10T20:24:00.000-05:00

Friends
Everyone has then
Wether they actually exist or not...

Timmy+Cat have many "Real life"

(as in people we've met in person)

friends whom,

inspired by our wonderful inspiration,

have

(almost)

equally
witty blogs that we would like to share with you!

Sloane
Oswald Is In Love With My Jeans

Aimee'
Confessions of an Entertaining Loser

Aimee'+Katie
Laverne&&Shirley

Danni+Billy
The Fatal Combination

GO ♥ [love] THEM!

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Words of exit: You've Neve Had an Orignal Thought in Your Entire Life...

Petey, Pete, Peter, Your mother and I are very disappointed in you!

2006-08-29T17:29:00.000-05:00

Chesus...Its been a while!

Pete Wentz has become a canker on the hiney of music society! Despite being annoyingly pop-punk, as if this wasn't terrible enough, he has commited the worst crime imaginable.

He has soldout!

On the sellout scale, the worst you can be is Marilyn Manson, or so it was thought.

Marilyn Manson soldout to the Devil, while Wentz abandoned his soul to [shudder] the GAP, and crappy white teen sitcoms.

Yes, he of the pop punk is the "Gap Lad".

With an expression on his face like "Wow, this is cotton!", Wentz exposes his right chesticle. You can almost hear him screaming "Look at my hairless moobie, you sad little pre-teen girls, look at it!"

As if that weren't enough, he was recently found making out with blonde-girl on One Tree Hill.

Not even Marilyn Manson would do that!

I (Cat, NOT Timmy) personally am sending my FOB CD to a fiery grave, possibly later tonight, oh, sevenish? I don't think Timmy condones this anti-band violence, and will not participate in my tiny bonfire (Timmy, however, does agree that Pete Wentz is a dirty sellout !). I invite you, the reader, to dispose of this dirty reminder that you ever supported Wentz in the cleanest way possible. Remember, If there is no body, there is no case.

Words of exit: You know you're a fruit when Panic! At The Disco is more manly than you!

Before You Leave, Take Your Words of Exit

2006-08-09T11:26:00.000-05:00

Has anyone noticed the "Words of Exit" lovingly posted at the bottom of every post? These phrases/quotes/lyrics are put there to solve your problems, make you think, or spark a laugh.
I have created an archive for then at Before You Leave, Take Your Words of Exit. Go think them over.

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Words of exit: Everything that comes together, falls apart. -Zen Monks
Love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.

Slithering Out of the Darkness

2006-08-06T17:23:00.000-05:00

You asked for it! . . . Okay, maybe you didn't, but here it is anyway!
"UNLEASH YOUR DARKSIDE" Outfits of Doom and Gloom!

Monday-
White Ribbed Tank - Old Navy
Plaid Skirt - Hot Topic
Royal Blue Tights - Claires {for Halloween ><}, can be purchased at Spooky Boutique, and shredded by gallivanting through the woods.
Shoes - Converse, Anarchy shoelaces from Hot Topic

{on the phone, hehe}

Tuesday-
Dress (with suspenders) - Hot Topic (made by Lip Service)
Footless Tights - dELiA's
Shoes - dELiA's

{cropped off my head because I looked bad}

Wednesday -
Stayed in PJ's all day!

Thursady-
Hat - Miss Claudia's Vintage and Costumes in New Orleans (made by New York Hat Co.)
MCR Shirt - Hot Topic
Belt - PacSun
Pants - Hot Topic (made by Tripp)
Shoes - Converse

{sorry for the ugly face, it was late and I didn't feel like getting made up}

FrIday-

Shirt - Disney World

Belt - Betsey Johnson

Skirt - Rue 21

Shoes - Unlisted

{Again, I looked bad}

Head for cover because the Darkside has been UNLEASHED!!

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Words of exit: Then it turned around and bit him in the ass!

My Concentration Skills Are Golden!

2006-08-02T20:31:00.000-05:00

ALAS! I found my digicam!! Which means I will be taking pics of my "Unleash Your Darkside Week" Fab-tastic Outfits of Doom and Gloom! In the meantime however, let me enlighten you with a humorous story!

Last night at like 2:30 a.m. when I was supposed to be washing my face and going to bed but... I was cleverly distracted! I was fooling around in my makeup case (as usual) when I found this Victoria Secret Loose Eyeshadow Powder in GOLD given to me by the Lovely KT! So I do what any natural human being would do and cover my ENTIRE FACE in gold powder! IT WAS AWESOME!! And it also forced me to wash my face, which I need to do, but was very tired and was going to avoid.

Words of exit: Its Rad-iculas....Its Strange but I kinda Like it!

The Darkside Has Been Unleashed!

2006-07-31T16:24:00.000-05:00

If you read my previous post you see that I declaired this week to be

"Unleash Your Darkside Week".

So I invite you all to be your inner goth/punk/emo/gutterpunk/street kid! I'll be keeping you posted on my fab-tastic Darkside outfits all week. Sadly I've lost my digi-cam so I can't post actual pics of myself, but I will post pic of simular clothes from online, and also wear to buy them! So UNLEASH YOUR DARKSIDE!!! And if anyone wants me to post a pictureof them dressed to Unleash Their Darkside, just leave a comment!

^^ Wow that was about the crappiest post EVER!^^

Words of exit: God let me off with a warning

Welcome to The Underworld

2006-07-28T14:21:00.000-05:00

Before I start let me tell you that I turn on my scanner to start working on this post and the stupid HP spits this thing:

out at me! I soon find out that it is an "alignment sheet" for "alignment of the printer cartridge" and then proceeded to waste time "following the instructions listed on the page". Dumb waste of time.

Also, CAT IS GONE!! She has up and left me, Timmy, for 3 weeks to got build houses for the poor, and then trek off to summer camp. She will however be back in time for highschool orientation. EEP! We're gonna be freshmeat! ACK! So lets all hope for her safe return and also that we don't get killed in highschool...

ANYWAY!

--back on topic--

GREETINGS From The Underworld!

Darkness

that's the topic of today's post. Dark music, books, clothes, and, my favorite, chocolate. Fist off, we here at ♥ Hypnotic Romance ♥ would like your opinion on the lovely Vampire Freaks Music Player that is currently serenading you at the bottom of the page. Is Goth/Industrial/Techno your cup of tea and making you want to jump in your bondage pants, or is it giving you a headache, there by inhibiting your reading experience? Post a comment. next

-Vampire Books- a true source of glee for Cat, Timmy, and Timmy's Mum. They are a thrill to read because of their dark angsty plots, and can include a wide array of strange mythical creatures, that are rated on the "Romance Novel Scale of Suckness ♥ " . I, Timmy, blame my Mum for my love of Vampires (Vampire wine anyone?). My Mum is always reading vampy novels, which I gladly rate on the scale, which provides my daily lol's for the day. Which leads me to

-Dark clothes- Let me tell you a secret... TIMMY IS TOTALLY A CLOSET GOTH....don't tell, Okay. I remember when I was about 6 or 7 I used to pretend I was a vampire. I'm not sure why. I also remember at that time I was missing the teeth next to my canine teeth, which enabled me to tuck my lower lip into the missing space, giving the appearance that I had fangs. I had a lot of fun with this. May I also add that I would rock the popped collar look at this time. Fast forward 7 or so years. I have been given the nickname Timmy, and have probably spent over $ 2,000 at my local Hot Topic, I also know the names of most of the employees. Not exactly something to brag about, I know. I take the whole "Dark Look" in moderation by mixing edgy pieces with girly stuff too, but on some occasions I do indulge in busting out the Tripp bondage pants and going full out "Lets go party in the Graveyard". What can I say, its fun to watch peoples reactions. Which is why I propose that this coming week be "Lets Dress Like Our Darkside Week" and bust out those fishnets and combat boots you keep in the back of your closet!

-Dark Chocolate- YUMMY DEE-LICOUS!! I strongly recommend that you all rush to your local grocery store and buy this:

and this one : is especially yummy! MMM...dark chocolate crunch! (I ate that right after I scanned it, lol.)

So...

WELCOME TO THE UNDERWORLD

UNLEASH YOUR DARKSIDE

Words of exit: Scary group polite-ness! I had to get the Hell out of there! --Mum

If its not pretty, it doesn't matter. -- Tim Gun of Project Runway

Rats in the Realm of Romance

2006-07-25T23:16:00.000-05:00

Hello Good Children of Earth

Incredibly sorry for SEVER lack of updates. I've just been a slacker...
But I have News!!
An update in fact, on the "Romance Novels ♥" post

If you remember, the lowest of low on the "Romance Novel Scale of Suck-ness ♥" was "Fabio on the Beach", but I have found something that will make all sad, lonely, pathetic women start shaking in their stretch pants!!

WERE-RAT ROMANCE

Yes! That's Right! Were-Rat!! As in disgusting little rodents that go "squeak squeak" and poop in dark corners.
These *sarcasm* lovely little creatures made their debut in a little book my Dear Ol' Mum picked up from the library . Now you should know that my Mum is neither sad, lonely, or pathetic, and doesn't wear stretch pants (on a good day...JUST JOKING MOM! ♥ ♥ ♥). She was also not expecting to be greeted by text that combined sexy-immortal-man with smelly-disease-rodent. After reading this she shared the new information with me in a fit of giggles!

So here it is, a new level on the "Romance Novel Scale of Suck-ness ♥"

Were-Rat Romance- If you are reading these books because you find man-rats incredibly sexy and sharp witted, and wish that perhaps you will go to dinner with Tall Dark Sexy Beady Eyed Random Stranger and he will actually be Were-Rat King, then your best hope for survival is to crawl into a hole and possibly you may meet a real rat.

Words of exit:

i've cheated the rules

since i could remember

cuz you never get caught

when you oh so clever

till someone catches on

and your sceme is butsed

your forced to remember

all the times you lost it

all the things you said

that where evil and hurt

all the times you've split blood onto your shirt

all the intolerable crulties

the marks made in the past

the haunted memories

you hoped would pass

your tear stained face

you tried to hide

but you couldn't keep what you felt inside

mind over matter

love over pain

but it just doesn't work

when your playing the game

Girls Function Differently at Sleepovers

2006-07-14T03:05:00.000-05:00

It is currently 3 'o 3 in the morning. Happy new day! Hello to China! Timmy and Cat are having a (phhhhtttt!) sleepover! Unlike many teenage boys fantasies we do not have pillowfights in our skivies! SKIVIES! Arrrrgh! I'm a pirate! Blooody exclamation points! They are taking over the page! Did you know that every second of every day someone dies! Cats! The musical! Rent is an excellent musical, about aids! It's a harrowingly sad bohemian tale of people with no money! Some of them die! I cried! I'm boring!

♥(Timmy dominates the keyboard now) ♥

Any way....

We (Timmy + Cat) Are NOT sleeping at this hour, and to keep us awake we

A.) Made a prank call and sang "Seasons of Love" shrilly into the phone
Brownies.) Recalled the prank-ee and told her we loved her (WE LOVE YOU MARIANA!!)
Diet.) Actually watched Rent
Coke.) Drank lots of Diet Coke
Eggs.) acted like drunken fools (caffeine side effect)
F.) Baked brownies
GREAT SCOTT! *throws toilet paper*.) Watched "Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail"
Holla.) Drank more Diet Coke
I.) consumed brownies
J.) galavanted around like fruit cakes doing the "gallop with coconuts" thing
Ka-nnn-iiiiiggg-iitttsss!.) Worked on songs for our half-baked band
XD .) played dress up
~*~ .) Made random, pointless, annoying, time wasting, if you reading this you're VERY bored, we are SO hyper, NEED SLEEP post.

Sorry about this kids. I'm so terribly sorry if you wasted precious moments of time reading this sad, selfish, excuse for a post. It won't happen again , unless we get hyper, but are suffering from loss of sleep again......

♥

Timmy + Cat = Spicy Shrimp Ramen

Words of exit:

He ain't no Sexy-sexy man, but I married him!

Were-Tigers, Were-Snow Leopards, and Fabio, Oh My!

2006-07-10T15:45:00.000-05:00

Romance novels Y, are, for me, a constant source of ridicule. They contain any number of weird creatures, and nearly all have half-naked people on the beach gracing the front covers. Or on a horse, or a ship, or in a jungle, or maybe in a circus! There is a certain scale for how terrible romance novels are, judging by the characters. Listed from best to worst.

Vampire Romance- They are undead, and therefore awesome. And drama in the book comes from the whole "I don't want to be bitten by my vampire partner, but I know he can't help himself(Vampire is usually a boy). Oh what am I to do?" Vampires brighten up the whole romance scene.

Wizard Romance- While Harry and Ron are losers when it comes to the ladies, some wizards are not, and they get all the girls, lots of magic in these, and lots of gushy talk.

Were-Wolf Romance- Ummmm.... not good. No. Now your pushing it...

Were-Tiger Romance- You have sunk extremely low.

Were-Snow Leopard Romance- Takes a lot of work to keep the bile from coming up.

Fabio on the Beach- um... If you are reading this and you are not an old lady with gold lamè pants and a beehive, you are a bit scary. And possibly lonely. And own many many cats.

Words of exit:
"Hey Evan, what sound does the Were-Tiger make?"
"RROOOAARRRR!!"
"Hey Squishy, what sound does Fabio on the Beach make?"
"Beep BEEP!"

Gingham and Smoothies are Healthy Alternatives to Actual Happiness or Anti-Depressants

2006-07-02T15:33:00.000-05:00

Chocolate is not the comfort food everyone says it is. It is lovely, to be sure, but not so lovely that I wouldn't prefer sucking down smoothies in plastic-sealed wonder-cups, from Frootie Smoothie! And dancing in GINGHAM! Gingham is God's fabric. The angels sleep upon gingam sheets, and God Himself where's a great big flowy blue gingham robe. But what if one were to spill their smoothie on their gingham? T'would be disastorous! You can't combine two things of such awesomness! It would DESTROY THE WORLD!

p.s. god people, please don't jump me.

First official Cat post !!!!

Mr. Frenchie and Jean-Claude Pierre rant and rave intelligently about SMOOTHIES and GINGHAM!

*WARNING*

May include "fabulous" gingham capes and tainted smoothies.

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Words of exit: You can tell how much he loves her by the way he gracefully throws her over his shoulder, lovingly spins her around and sweetly calls her "Sack-O-Potatoes!" "SACK-O-POTATOES!!"

IT CAME FROM 1960 !

2006-07-01T20:15:00.000-05:00

IT CAME FROM 1960 !

Timmy and Cat have become obsessed with the 1960's! Just think about it, TONS of great things have come from the 60's! There's The Beatles, and the mod movement, and go-go boots, and the mini skirt and oversized shades!
Timmy even bought this cool dress from Ms.Claudia's Vintage Clothing and Costumes on Magazine St. in New Orleans :
Its pink eyelet and is meant to be worn with a can-can skirt (crinoline) underneath, but can be worn without one as a cute flowy summer dress.
Timmy also snagged some cool old photos from her grandmother. They're a bit messed up because my grammy saved them from her house that flooded with ,like, nine feet of water during Hurricane Katrina.

A little boy in front of a car in New Orleans

some camp spot

A desert landscape

Statues of choir boys and a stained glass

Elephants at the Audibon Zoo in New Orleans

A car in New Orleans

A calf and a shadow

Some people I never met in front of a City Hall (I think)

So, in conclusion the 60's were a rather cool era for style, so keep a look out for cute things from the 60's. Stores like Old Navy, Forever 21, and Gadzooks are selling vintage inspired shorts, dresses, and the ever popular waist belt. Its a blast from the past you're sure to love ♥!

Timmy Cat

this blog was written in third person

Words of exit : I'm sorry Mam', I tried to save her, but theres nothing more I can do. Its Okay, you tried your hardest. It was just her time. Mam' , this would be easier if you weren't such a saint.

I'm sorry Mam' , but I just didn't feel like saving her. I saw no piont in her living. Oh how could you! You are a horrible monster! I wish you could find it in your heart to frogive me. Who could ever love a monster, but a monster!

The First Tribulaion of Mr.Fenchie and Jon Claude Pierre

2006-06-21T17:00:00.000-05:00

Ce' Bon! Have a crissont and put on your berret!
The first tribulation of Mr.Frenchie and his pal Jon (Jean?) Claude Pierre has made its arrival!!

*WARNING*

May include evil mush-stash creatures

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Background:

Mr.Frenchie was a H-A-LL-O-W-E-E-N costume invinted by Timmy's uncle when he was 4 in 1980. Jon (Jean?) Claude Pierre is the character in Cat's French 1 workbook. They have many fun adventures!

Ka-Nee-Chee-Wa

2006-06-20T18:49:00.000-05:00

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