American Idiot

I love foreign music. British music is pretty much a given with The Beatles and Muse. Not to mention other foreign bands like The Veronicas. But I had no idea how cool German music was. Like last week Emily (diva Emily, not stupid Emily) and I were in Contemporary Issues and she's all "You absolutely have to check out this band, Tokio Hotel!" So I did. First I listened to the stuff in English on their myspace, which was pretty good, but its nothing compared to their German stuff. Haha. I sound so completely dorkmuffinish right now, but whatever. Its my blog, I get to be a dorkmuffin.

I'm really starting to hate American music. Granted, there are some really great bands out there, such as Paramore and older 60's-80's bands, but for the most part, popular music in the US is just vulgar and stupid. I think American musicians should try to be more like foreign bands. Actually, I think that America in general should look to more established nations for inspiration. America is supposed to be this huge melting pot of nationalities and cultures, so why can't we take the good things from other countries' governments or whatever and make ours even better? Maybe we should rearrange our government a little bit and take a while to stop and think about why the rest of the world hates us. I think it might be because the rest of the world sees us as the country that thinks its the coolest thing ever, but its really not. Like a stupid freshman, so to speak. Which I guess makes sense, because the country is very young compared to others. I don't know. I just think if everyone just stopped acting like a stupid freshman, everything would be a lot easier for everyone.

Every time I try to talk to my parents about ideas like that, I get the same response. My mother gives me a look that clearly says "How dare you? This is the greatest country in the world and you are so lucky to live here. I can't even speak to you because I'm so deeply offended." And my dad lectures me about how our country is in so much debt because we spend so much money with foreign aid. Well that's all swell, but what if one day a country to whom we owe a truckload of money decides that they're tired of waiting and they're going to attack us or something?

And what about problems like the housing crisis? Stuff like that wouldn't be happening so much if limitations were put on credit card companies and banks that made people meet certain criteria to get loans and stuff. But no. Its a free country, so we're not going to restrict anyone. We're going to let people be free to destroy their lives, even if it hurts the country as well. Maybe we need more restrictions. I'm not suggesting becoming a communist nation or anything, but everyone needs some kind of restrictions. You now that in China you can be arrested for bringing disgrace to the country? This very blog could get me arrested in China. People here don't know that kind of respect. There is certainly patriotism and pride, but there isn't necessarily respect. People don't respect themselves, they choose to be promiscuous and ignorant and inappropriate, and they don't even realize that they are a representation of America.

I just don't understand some things like that. Maybe I'm not meant do understand it. Maybe no one does. But maybe someone does. Maybe someone knows how to fix everything that's wrong with this country, but they are being silenced because because their realizations might get in the way of profit. This country really needs to get its priorities in order, or we will be eaten by Canada or something.

Ok. That's my two cents. Peace, loves.

xo
Helen

PS- Daddy, this whole political-ish rant is my retaliation for turning my birthday into a political debate with Grandpa. Not cool, man. Next year, one of you isn't invited. Mk?

Unintended

"And when it rains,
On this side of town it touches, everything.
Just say it again and mean it.
We don't miss a thing.
You made yourself a bed
At the bottom of the blackest hole
And convinced yourself that
It's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore

And oh, oh, how could you do it?
Oh I, I never saw it coming.
Oh, oh, I need the ending.
So why can't you stay
Just long enough to explain?"
-Paramore, "When It Rains"

Its very Forks-y here today. Rhiannon said it looked like there was going to be a tornado. I told her she was freaking me out.

I think the reason I stopped blogging for a long time a few months ago was because I realized something. I realized that I had an obsession with preserving memories in film and text instead of relying merely on my own memory. Last semester I spent a lot of important moments trying really hard to remember everything, and I forgot to enjoy the moment. I'm glad I realized that last semester, though, because last semester sucked. I spent the whole time crushing on a guy that I might have had a chance with if I hadn't been so scared. I made a fool of myself too many times to count. I made some stupid mistakes. Its cool, though. I've put it all behind me and I'm focusing on now. I think that's why I don't post insanely detailed and long blogs like I did before. Some things I want to keep to myself. And, of course, there are some that I'd like to forget.

This semester is going well, though. I have an awesome boyfriend that makes me smile like this. (<-- RAWR! A baby kitty!) And I've finally gotten my hair to behave and I've gotten the hang of everything. It always seems that I get into a perfect rhythm and stuff near the end of an experience. Oh well. I guess I can only try to make next year better.

Country music is the epitome of depression. For seriously. When I hear country music, even if its something very pop-ish and upbeat like Taylor Swift, I get depressed. Probably because of my hillbilly hell experiences. Cyndi Lauper, however, is the epitome of hyperness. And 'She Bob' is just the song to get me absofantabulouslutley insanely hyper. Haha. I am Jack's ADHD medication..

Today was supahcool. We're watching a ghettofied version of Romeo and Juliet in English (the one with Leonardo DiCaprio) and Capulet said "Give me my long sword, ho!" Just like in the play. That's what's so weird about the movie, its all ghettoness, but it has all of the original words. We're absolutely loving it. I'm going to miss that class sooo much! We have to do a research paper next week. My topic is vampires and Kayla was going to do Volterra, but then I suggested the Beatles, so she's doing that instead. Dude, when I got to school this morning I was kind of emofied and all ready to write like six chapters in my EMOEDWARD story, but then Kayla came up to me and was all hyper because her mom took her to Sonic and she got a java chiller thing. Kayla and coffee do not mix well. She really needs to start drinking it every day so she gets used to it and not so crazy. Long story short, she made me all hyper and I couldn't write anything. My EMOEDWARD readers probably want to jump on her head now. Good going, you stupid human. =p

My brother just got mud on the carpet. Apparently he has a death wish.

Evanescence is like the most depressing band ever, and I have no idea why I don't use them for writing music. Probably because they're so depressing that I'd go slit my wrists after I was done writing. Lets avoid that, shall we? Blood on top of my terrible handwriting would make it impossible for Esme to beta for me.

We did yearbook signing during fourth period today. It was awesome, but it was super hot in the gym and in the commons, so it was nice to finally get outside at 3:30. The yearbook was pretty much totally lame. I was only in it one time, and I don't even look like me because I straightened my hair for the picture. Whatever. Next year I'm going to play rugby (no, that wasn't a typo, I'm seriously going to do a sport) and join a bunch of clubs so I have stuff to do. Who knows, maybe I'll even start my own club. Like Supernerds Anonymous or something. We can have Twilight Tuesdays! Ahh. I totally want to do this now. Screw Hardin Valley, Karns is going to be the place to be next year. Haha.

Random picture time! Enjoy:
Random Picture #1
Yeah..I vandalized the bus. But I did it in the name of John, Paul, George, and Ringo. It was worth it.
Random Picture #2
New Years was sooo much fun. Do you believe that there was no alcohol involved?
Random Picture #3
Because Graphic Communications is boring..And if I get my hand chopped off in there I want it to be super pretty so Dr. Carlisle can comment on my 'art' skills while he reattaches it. =p

Hmm...What else...Nope. I've got nothing. Ooh! Four more days until the new Veronicas CD. And my superfantabulous human mommy got me The Host today. YAY!! I don't think I'm going to go to bed tonight. I'm going to drink something super caffeinated and stay up all night. I'm going to read for like three hours, then watch 'Interview With a Vampire' and 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail', which I got from Netflix today. Yeah. That's what I'm going to go do. Right now.

Don't forget to comment!! Peace, loves.

xo
Helen

I Could Get Used To This

"I'm feeling it comin' over me
With you it all comes naturally
Lost the reasons to resist
And I could get used to this...."
-The Veronicas, I Could Get Used To This

Totally love that song. And I'm so totally in love with life that I think I'm getting used to the constant euphoria. Pretty neat, huh?

One word for today: Ah-mashing. For seriously, it rocked.

WAIT! STOP EVERYTHING! THEY CAST EDWARD!!!!!!!!!!!
And get this, its Cedric Diggory from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.



"Los Angeles, CA December 11, 2007 – Summit Entertainment announced today that Robert Pattinson will star as “Edward” in the highly anticipated feature film production TWILIGHT opposite Kristen Stewart. The thriller-romance, based on Stephenie Meyer’s publishing phenomenon, is slated to begin production in February 2008."

I don't know...Is he good enough? I can definitely see Edward potential, and Stephenie Meyer's thrilled. He'll need contacts, of course, and I don't know if he has a British accent all the time or if he can turn it off like Hugh Laurie. I guess if Americans can do British accents then British can do American accents. I completely hate Kayla for being grounded while this is happening. Kaila isn't online and Laura hasn't texted me back...I feel so alone in my Twilight obsessed world.

So with that..Its 10:36 and there's no way I'll get to bed at a reasonable hour, so y'all (yes, I said y'all, I am from the south) are getting one hell of a long blog tonight. Hope you don't have plans or anything.

Today started pretty normal. Got up, got unpajamaed, got ungrody, made my hair unmessy, got some coffee, wrote a blog, yadda yadda yadda. I got to school and got Laura to help me find Taylor. Its her birthday (happy birthday, again, Tay!) and I made her cookies and I wanted to give them to her before I ran into Eric. (Just kidding, Eric. You can call me 'Helen Zasz' three times for that one.) Before we went into Taylor's classroom I took them out of my backpack and Laura murdered them. For seriously! I held them out and asked Laura to hold them while I closed my backpack and she just let them fall. What a typical cookie murderess. Gosh! Anyhow, only like two of them were murdered so I gave them to Taylor and blamed the broken ones on Laura and then went to Biology to cut up a worm.

I still want to be a doctor. The dissection wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. One of my senior friends told me once that it isn't so terrible, but I didn't believe him. I should have. It was completely nasty, of course, but really fascinating at the same time. I so definitely can't wait until we cut up larger animals. We got in there and we were assigned lab partners. I was with Taylor. We'd never really talked before today, but she's really nice and wanted nothing to do with the internal functions of the worm, so I got to do all the cutting. We had to wear really queer looking shower curtain-like aprons and supernerd goggles. We looked like Dr. Warner on SVU. But me and Beth make it look good. I absolutely hate Alicia, though, because she actually did look good with the shower curtain apron and supernerd goggles. So not fair. (Just kidding.)

As far as the actual cutting and poking goes, it wasn't terrible. I sliced it down its back and then pinned it down so we could see the insides. I kept going, "Ew!" and, "Grody!" But I was really thinking, "Ok, cool, lets do this on people." I can't wait until med school, man. Its going to be freaking awesome. So the lab went pretty quickly. Basically we spent fifteen minutes slicing it open and five poking it, and then we spent the rest of class cleaning up. It wasn't until after class when I couldn't get the smell of latex off my hands when I started to feel a little sick. I realized after I left that formaldehyde smells really horrid.

Abbey stole borrowed my phone at the beginning of History and it started a really funny reaction. She gave me a box of nerds -ironic in itself when you're in an Honors Ancient History class- because I let her use my phone. Simple, right? Not so. I ate like three and remembered that I really don't like nerds all that much, so I gave them to Seth, who gave them to another nerd, who ate them then gave the box back to Seth, who put them on the back of my desk where they were sure to fall off. The teacher jokingly accused him of littering, and there was a finger pointing epidemic as we tried to find out who should have to throw the box away. In the end I did just to make them stop pointing at whatshisface. That's not the point, though, the point is that one of the nerds was confused by my statement, "There are nerds all over this classroom." He didn't know if I meant the candy or my classmates. Ha! (Yeah, I just realized that this story is probably funnier to me than to you, but whatever. Its my blog, so =p)

Other than that History was basically insane. You know, the usual. We talked about Dante's nine levels of hell and Satanism. (Which reminded me of Jodi Picoult's amazing novel The Tenth Circle which everyone should read because it kicks ass.) We also discussed how cool it would be to be the king of Rhode Island. I have absolutely no idea how we got to that, but it happened, and I decided that being king of Rhode Island would be pretty sweet because I would get to boss around my uncle that lives there. And you have no idea how much fun I could have with that. After that Scott kept saying "Sexy time explosion". (Which is supposedly from Borat but I don't remember it.) And then he called me prissy, which made me want to break his nose. I threatened to do this and our teacher told me to to it in the hallway where she couldn't see so she wouldn't have to write me up. Then Seth was being all weird over something and she said, "Sit down, Mr. Anal. You're going to have a heart attack before you're thirty!" That was awesome. She would be the coolest teacher ever if she wasn't a hardass. I totally hate the academic part of that class. Only one week and a huge scary test and I'm out of there!
< /enthusiasm >

Algebra. Gag. We did something confusing that I didn't understand. Next? One week and a semi-huge scary test until I'm out of there. Thank God, because I think I'd go crazy if it was any longer. So enough about the numbers, lets get onto the social stuff, because that's all that really matters. Eric has taken to doing this really creepy thing whenever something's bugging me. He puts his hand on my head, as if he was going to crush my skull, and shakes and makes a really funny face and says "Demon be gone!" It doesn't eliminate whatever's bugging me, but usually it freaks me out so much that I forget what was bugging me for a while. It seriously reminds me of the "Serenity Now!" episode of Seinfeld. Man, I adore that show. Kramer is the coolest dude ever. I wish I could walk through a door like that.

Lunch was uneventful apart from Shaine's compelling recollection of his 'pissing tricks'. No, I'm not kidding. He was actually telling Cory that he was pissing for so long that he started to do tricks. For seriously?! Guys actually think about that stuff?! That's insane! I guess that's what I get for hanging out with guys all the time. Man, I can't wait until Kayla gets back.

The rest of Algebra was confusing to no end, and gym was stupid. We went outside and walked around the track a few times. I texted Laura and took pictures the whole time. I also got a video of Kelly and Emily singing 'Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer'. I posted it on YouTube, I'll add it to the end of this post. After we were done walking we went inside and joined the other gym class. I ended up playing volleyball with a chick that looks like Bella (to me, anyways) and some other people while at the same time keeping an eye on the game that was going on next to us, because that chick that was mad me last Friday kept telling all of her friends to throw balls at my head.

After gym in the locker room she approached me and asked me if I had a 'staring problem' because apparently everyone had told her that I'd been staring at her. For seriously, she needs to stop listening to everyone all the time because everyone is lying to her. Its really starting to make me mad. But what will I do about it? Nothing. Why? Because I am a pushover and a wimp and I hate myself for it, but that's what I am and I do not intend to change who I am just because some chick is too dumb to know that everyone is trying to start drama because everyone is a disgusting being who wants to see a fight. Well I have news for everyone: I will not fight. I will not fall to that level of primal, immature, uncivilized behavior.

After school was cool. Hung out, took some pictures, got stalked, the usual. When I got home I hung out and did my homework. When I got online I had a status/mood conversation with Scott, Eric, and Rhiannon. (I actually think I was speaking to myself at one point, too.) Other than that, not much happened. Its 12:17 and I'm completely exhausted now, so I'm going to bed. Peace, loves.

xo
Helen

This Love

This love...My love for life, my love for my family, friends, blessings, everything I have to be thankful for. And, of course, my love for the Veronicas, who's song 'This Love' totally rocks my socks.

I'm coming to you from my kitchen. Nothing new, except for tonight, I have been grounded from chairs, so I am standing up and typing at a very unusual angle. Yeah. I got grounded from chairs. My family is absolutely insane...

Today kicked butt. What else is new? I've almost totally gotten over my heroin problem from last week (read previous posts if you're confused on that last point) and I'm back to my overly hyper crazy perverted self. (I can already hear people groaning.)

Today started simple enough. Got up, showered, got dressed, put up makeup, did my hair, got some magic wake up juice, made lunch, hung out, ect. You know, the usual. Nothing to report until Biology, so lets start there.

Animal sex update: We have moved on to bug sex. For seriously, you haven't lived until you've watched two spiders getting it on. It was a truly life changing experience. The worm sex discussions are ongoing. Did you know that an earthworm's seminal receptacle is larger than its brain? This is very important information, people. I'll get to see this for myself tomorrow when I dissect a worm. I'm not really nervous now, but I am afraid that I might have a totally unexpected Bella moment and pass out as soon as I make the first incision. And that wouldn't be too much fun if Edward isn't around to save me. So wish me luck. There is a good possibility that by second block tomorrow I will have abandoned all aspirations to become a physician.

So did you know that the US is #5 on the 'Best Countries in the World' list? Yeah. Switzerland is number one, but we have Oprah. That was the highlight of History class yesterday. (Yeah, I'm rushing now because I started this blog last night before Dad kicked me off the computer and now I only have a little while before school.) Other than that we talked about Medieval Freaking Europe. Someone mentioned Alfred the Great, and we talked about his self esteem as compared to Pepin the Short's. Seth suggested that Alfred might have been the same height as Pepin, and asked how he got the title of 'Great'. Does anyone get where I'm going with this? I didn't say it, but I was thinking that he might have been really really good at something else..

We had an orgy in Algebra. An orgy is defined as four or more people in a room with their shoes off, so Eric, Ben, Abbey, and I all took our shoes off. Speaking of Abbey, apparently she has conversations with her chest. No, I'm not kidding. You can ask Eric, I'm hoping he's blogged about it by now. (There, Abbey, is that enough attention for you?) Other than that we didn't do anything really great. Cortney accidentally got a face full of the teacher's butt, and that was absolutely hilarious. And Eric made the bestest joke ever. He's already posted it, though, so I won't steal his thunder.

At lunch I was left alone amongst the pervs of the round table. Kayla's suspended until Friday, so I was forced to listen to the boys talk about their favorite 'code words' for boobs. It was disturbing, yet highly amusing. Hey wait..Mom just pointed out that if the guys are the pervs of the round table then I must be queen of the pervs. That totally kicks ass. Its good to be queen. Other than that the rest of lunch was uneventful. Eric gave me a new nicnkame (Helen Zasz) and picked me up and threw me at Ben. It was great fun.

After Algebra was gym..Gay! We had a sub so Destinie and I sat out with a bunch of people and she psychoanalyzed me. She's my therapist, which is kind of laughable because we both need therapy.

Other than that nothing really happened yesterday. I have to go get ready to dissect a worm now, so I'll talk to ya'll later. Sorry for the short post. Peace, loves.

xo
Helen

Hardfreakingcore

Hey everyone! Sorry I couldn't post yesterday, but trust me, nothing really great happened. I'll try to make it brief.

Biology was boring. I spent the first half of the class taking a practice Gateway test and the other half listening to my iPod and trying not to fall asleep. After Biology I went to go take the Algebra Gateway. It was pretty easy, but it was kind of hard to pay attention to the test when the parabola questions came up. (Click here if you have no idea what I'm talking about.) After I finished the test I read Jane Eyre. Gag. Charlotte Brontë must have been a very tortured woman.

After that I went to Algebra. We talked and got yelled at until lunch. Lunch was interesting. It started with me wondering how I ended up as one of the guys, and ended with one of my friends who hasn't talked to me in a month randomly talking to me. It freaked me out a bit, to be perfectly honest. I was completely content with him ignoring me, but whatever. Maybe I'll let Eric sit on him or something. After the weirdness I went back to Algebra and talked, even though Half Baked gave us an assignment. Whatever. Thank God there are only three more weeks in that class. I don't think I could take much more than that.

Then to Gym, where I sat out and watched. It was boring. Coach Creepy was all, "Helen Rooooooooooooooose. You're my heartthrob, Helen Roooooooooose." Ugh, disturbing much? I totally hate him. After Gym I went outside and hung out with Scott and everyone. Me, Scott, and Emily took some pictures. (Pic 1, pic 2.) I think we look like vampires in the second one.. When I got home I was online for like ten seconds and then we went to my grandparents' house for my cousin Parker's birthday. Nothing truly interesting to report there. We hung out and most of the little kids ended up with cake on their faces. When we got home my parents wouldn't let me online, so I went downstairs and watched a rerun of House and then the new SVU and went to sleep. Very interesting day, huh?

Today wasn't much more interesting.

In Biology we went over the practice test we took yesterday. I spend most of the time finishing my History homework. My Biology teacher's obsession with animal sex continues. Today it was clown fish sex. That's right. Clown fish. Like Nemo. (Gahh, I love that movie.) That chick is just odd. The Biology Gateway is tomorrow. Gag. Not only is it another huge scary test, its another day of History -ie my hardest class- that I'll miss. Its ridiculous.

History was hilarious. Matt took Scott's seat and I had to beat him up. It didn't work, so Scott sat in Katharine's seat and annoyed me. We took notes on the Medieval church the whole time. We were talking about the popes and stuff, and someone asked if there had ever been a female pope. There actually has. She dressed up as a man and was the pope for a few years. Then Seth was like, "Well how come no one noticed? Its got to be hard to dress up like a man." And I came back with, "It can't be that hard, Scott does it." It was absolutely hilarious. Even my teacher thought so. After notes we were supposed to be working on our unit definitions and stuff, but we spent pretty much the whole time talking about the weird nerdy hand gesture from Star Trek. It was the nerdiest thing since Seth said "Lets Spock it up" last week. After that we spent the rest of the class talking about Harry Potter and deciding who would be in which house. Scottie's in Hufflepuff and I'm in Ravenclaw. We're so hardfreakingcore. (Another new word. I'm going to start writing a dictionary.)

Algebra was boring. We were supposed to be finishing the assignment that we started yesterday, but we just spent the whole time talking. At the beginning of class I put on Eric's sweatshirt. It was like a dress and a comforter all in one. It was really cozy, but it smelled weird, so I took it off. lol. I kind of wish we had gotten a picture. I would have, but Abbey and Alexis had my phone all through class. They're hating on someone...I should demand details.

Lunch was funnn. Well, for Eric, Shaine, Ben, and the other guys. Kayla and I just felt violated. All the guys decided that it would be fun to try to throw things down our shirts, so they tried all through lunch. They didn't succeed. We're too awesome to let that happen. Darrel told me that some chuck is talking about me. Apparently she hates me because I wear stripper shoes with socks and she hates my hair. News flash: I hate my hair, too. People like that really bug me, though. Its like their own lives are so boring and pathetic that they feel like they have to talk about other people for something to do. Damn. Take piano lessons or something.

During lunch I saw Emily B. coming into the commons, so I ran up to her and did the really over exaggerated "OMG I haven't seen you in 20 years" (even though I actually saw you this morning) hug thing that we always do. She gives the best hugs in the world, I mean it. They're freaking amazing. Anyhow, we were doing this, and the evil teacher that sits outside the girls' bathroom during third lunch was like "Ok, girls, that's enough." What the heck?!?!?!? I can't hug my friends? When did that happen? I think she's just bitter because she wishes a cute girl like Emily would hug her like that.

After that minor drama Eric and everyone wanted to go walk around and hang out upstairs, but I didn't, so they were going to leave me with Emily W. and Sarah, until someone suggested that Eric pick me up. Not cool, man. He did it and started to walk out of the commons, but I started screaming so he put me down. Ha! I win. Then the bell rang and we went upstairs. We hung out until we were almost late, and then went back to class.

We actually did some of the assignment, but mostly I drew on my notebook and Kayla and I tried to see things in our suckers again. Mine was a squirrel and hers was a heart. Completely adorable. I would have taken a picture, but someone still had my phone, so I couldn't. Whatev. I'll take one tomorrow.

Gym was gay with a capital B. I was like strangely emo for some reason and Coach Creepy wouldn't let me play volleyball because I forgot my gym pants. So I sat out with all of the other PO'd girls that he made sit out. Sexist pig. He never makes the guys sit out. I hate him. I hope he gets a papercut. So while all this was happening I was talking to Kelly and Emily about that chick that was talking about me, and Ashlie ran up and was all "Are you talking about me?!" and I said, "Wow. You're the most self-centered person I've ever met." (Which isn't actually true, Shayne is the most self-centered person I've ever met, but Ashlie was definitely the most self-centered person in the gym.) So now Ashlie is all pissed off at me. Whatever. She's a manipulative self-centered witch. (Yeah, my mom said I can't swear on here anymore, so just use your imagination.) She gets mad at me over something stupid every two weeks like clockwork and then tries to turn Emily against me. Its really immature, so I just let it blow over and hang out with Destinie. Its actually kind of amusing now that I think about it.

After school I hung out with Scott and everyone. It was absolutely freezing and no one got arrested today, so it was kind of boring. The bus ride was pure torture. Some idiot had their window down and it was like freaking Antarctica. It totally sucked. I listened to The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and fell asleep. lol. I have to admit, though, the last song from "Don't You Fake It" still depresses me. Maybe one day I'll get over all of that drama. Its old news, but it still bugs me sometimes.

When I got home I got online and I haven't been off since. I have a problem. Everyone should start sending me contact information for support groups or internet rehab or something. If you could find an Edward Cullen recovery program while you're at it, that would be pretty cool.

So now I'm listening to The Veronicas and contemplating buying their new album with my allowance tomorrow. Seriously, they are so definitely on my top five favorite bands/artists. The other four are The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, U2, Avril Lavigne, and Nickelback. I listen to just about everything, though. Everything buy whiny country, that is.

I think that's about it. I might post a story I'm working on later, but I don't know if I really want to make that public quite yet. Maybe I'll post it on my myspace blog. I'll figure it out. I'm still working on my Carrie Bradshaw epiphany, but I probably won't finish it until after finals and everything. Stay tuned. Peace, loves.

xo
Helen