January 2011
finished letter #1 and sent it off to ellen's website.
i’ll post letter after letter till i get cute is what we aim for on that show.
so i was sitting here, minding my own business and writing my letter to ellen degeneres about cute is we aim for
and then it hit me!
i remember when the rocket summer was trying to get on the show, and he had thousands of fans helping him, and he didnt even get on the show. and then here’s lonely me, writing one single letter about my favorite band that has done so much for me as a person. all this thinking really got me down, and i havent finished the letter. but you know what?
fuck that. fuck thinking that i can’t do something. i will get Cute on ellen. because shaant has a story. and shaant deserves to be known. i will send the same letter everyday if i have to. but i am so tired of telling myself that i can’t do something.
i dont even like versaemerge, but i really want that arrow ring.
I love Pandas, they're so chill. They're like "Dude, racism is stupid. I'm White, Black, and Asian..."
im writing a letter to ellen degeneres
why ,you might ask? why not?
“On our last UK tour it was the last song we played. We’d drop it down completely after the middle right and I’d tell the crowd, that on the count of four, I wanted everybody to scream Underdog. When I said ‘four’ we would just go dead silent and every single night I was like, ‘fuck me!’ the screaming blew my mind”
—Josh Franceschi. (Really bloody miss You Me At Six)
Sitting in school doing nothing
well, i've decided that i am going to blame facebook for me feeling like shit about myself
cause all it ever shows me are the bleach blond hair size 2 girls that go to my school. and then of course i facebook creep for a bit and look through their pictures. and im just like “coooool.” -___-
my dog was just twitching in her sleep
creepyyyy.
i dont care what anyone thinks
i think zac efron is so great
