I Wish I Was Never A Beatle.

What the hell is wrong with you John Lennon? First you make me love you, and now you ruin it for yourself? Oh come on, dude. -.-
Laud told me to search for this. And it just makes me sad. I hope Lennon didn't mean this. I HOPE HE DIDN'T. I HOPE HE DIDN'T.



And I am still posting about John. Just John. Damn it.

Announcement.

My mom has now "limited" my time on the computer. By limited, she means I cannot go online on any day except for Fridays and Saturdays. And I can only stay at a maximum of two hours. Two hours. The blasphemyyyyyyy! Do you know how long it takes me to get an idea? Thirty seconds. How long does it take me to write that thought down in a way I want it to be written? Five hours. So yes, long story short, I'm screwed. My blog will be destroyed, and tiny leprechauns from space will hunt me down and destroy me.

But it's okay. I'm a mature person. I can take it. :) ...

Yeah. I'm totally fine! What on Earth made you think I'm not fine with the LACK. OF. JOY?
Okay, at least Treyes is finally following me for real this time. Not some imaginary me or something (HI TREYES!) coz that would be totally creepy and stuff. :))

So now you know. Remember, every Friday and Saturday, I'll be here.
Unless of course, the leprechauns have started searching for me and I would be forced to live in Nigeria as their ruler. :D I have to go now. I shall walk in shame.

Later, mates. ;)

How many times do Michael Jackson and John Lennon have to repeat this?


I was bored. Again. :))

My Blog Header Needs Work.

I'm too lazy to fix it. That will have to do for now.

The Useless Pondering of A Demented Zombie.

I'm so selfish. God knows why I'm screwed up like this. I'm supposed to be happy. I'm supposed to be thankful. I've been given a whole lot of things most of the people in the world have, but I am still. FRIGGING. EMPTY.
Why is that? I try to tell myself, "Hey, idiot. Be happy." But I'm not okay? I'm not.
This is so hard. T.T

Damn You, John Lennon. :')

This was my favorite part. :) I don't know why, but it just touches me in a way. It makes me feel... inspired. Sort of, important. John Lennon thought he was nothing compared to Elvis and even envied the guy. But he ended up being just as important and influential. Well, Goddammit John.

I'm sort of freaking out right now. Lennon has seemed to grow on me for the past few weeks. It used to be him and the Beatles as a whole, now I think I can live with just John.

Okay, that's it. Note to self, post more crap about the Beatles and Michael. \m/

Nowhere Boy.

Here are a couple trailers of the movie "Nowhere Boy" which is about the adolescent years of John Lennon. You have to watch this movie. It is. A. MAY. ZING. I wonder which trailer is the best.





PS. Aaron Johnson is mighty fine here. ;))

Oh My Lord.

My mom just told me I had won 1st place in the RSPC. I'm going to Nationals.
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FIRST PLACE. DEAR GOD, IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? I am in initial shock.I mean, those other contestants were like:


But I did it. Holy crap.


Thank you God!

New follower. :)

Many thanks to my personal butt licker, Mr. Joseph Eli Alcuida for finally following me. lol. ROCK ON!

My Not So Adventurous Adventures During The RSPC.

When I remembered I had to wake up early I was like:


When I arrived at school I was like:


During the ride to Puntavilla I was like:


When we finally arrived I was like:


While I was waiting in the dining area I was like:


When Ma'am Van told me to practice my writing:


When the others left to compete I was like:


Thirty more minutes until my competition starts:


While I was going to the place where I was going to compete in:


When I got in I was like:


And everyone in the room started staring at me like:


Then I looked at them like:


During the brief orientation about the topic:


When everyone else started writing, I was like:


When I got an awesome idea:


And the people on my table saw it:


I looked at them like:


But when I get writer's block, I'm like:


When I was done with the work:


After I get out, a brilliant idea hits me:


And all the way home I'm like: