Who ever said life made sense?

Title says it all.
Going undercover as an obsessed-with-fashion teenage girl for story purposes is one of the heardest things I have ever done. At times it can be amusing, but at other times its just hard as hell work. I mean, it's like I'm surpressing everything I am. And now they've started this contest to see who has the cutest outfit each day. Pssht like I can really tell them I'm wearing black pants with a home-made black believe t-shirt. I have to make up this outfit that I would never be caught dead in so that they don't kick me out of the guild. Because that would totally blow everything and I wouldn't be able to continue research for my story anylonger. I know it sounds kind of sick, but it's just the way things are. I'm sick of writing about vampire and rockstar guys, which is pretty much all I know at this point. I want another perspective.
Oh the things I will do for a good story to write..

I've been addicted to this song recently..

On a website I go on, a friend and virtual pet website, I'm taking on a different identity. Not the rock/alternative/emo-music-loving-girl that constantly dresses in black band t-shirts and loves pete wentz to bits. But an abercrombie/hollister donning, pop music loving girl. See, I've always wondered what it was like to be one of them. So, this will be a fun exeriment. It will give me another side to write my stories from. They say write what you know, so I'm going to figure things out before I jump into my new story.

My mom gets People Magazine
And I was looking at it while I was walking down here, saw the article about Lindsay lohan Going to jail 11 days after rehab for DUI, and I laughed so hard I fell down the stairs.

...

That's one reason why I hate the fact that people care so much about the "celebrity's" Lives.

Last friday I traveled out at 11pm in my slytherin cape to the nearest bookstore to get in line to get the new book at 12:01. My sister came with me, and we got two copies. Of course she was finished with it by saturday afternoon, completely depressed but I have yet to know why considering I am only 75 pages into the second to last book. And last night I went to the The White Stripes concert con mi padre. My sister was supposed to come too, but she dropped out because she was tired and had to work the next day. Anyway, it was pretty cool. Jack has an amazing voice live, and I wish I could say the same for meg but well...
It was one of the best concerts i've been to, except the guy next to me must have had atleast four of those huge cups of beer, and it was really gross. Except it produced my favorite smell, the smell of a concert that consists of dirt and beer. I don't know why I love it so much, except for it reminds me of the 2 Fall Out Boy concerts I went to. So this morning I'm sort of suffering from what I call a concert hangover. It's where yer perfectly fine the night before, but then the next morning you see the pictures you took or the t-shirt you bought or the CD the band signed, and you get a hopelessness within. Like you've been part of something way bigger than yourself, but never really got a chance to cherish it. All you want to do is go back and re-live it, even if it is impossible. That creates a sort of depression which makes me really, really tired. It will surprise me if I can stand long enough to clean for two hours today to earn the ten dollars.

2 hours x 5 dollars an hour = $10 a day.
$10 a day x 5 days a week = $50. $50 a week x 6 weeks=

Ok so I got home from Ocean City maryland yesterday. We stayed at a little hotel on the boardwalk, and it was pretty nice. Anyway, my family. We're nuts, and thats obvious. My recently divorced uncle brought his new girlfriend (who we just refer to as "the girlfriend" when she's not around) out to dinner with us our first full night to some seafood joint. Well I being vegetarian ate alot of pringles and applesauce beforehand because I knew that I wasn't going to be able to eat much. So we get there and my crazy aunt, my two twin boy cousins, my uncle and my mom and my uncle are being ourselves, and the girlfriend keeps on giving us weird looks. My cousins from the south got sweet ice tea, and everyone thought it tasted awful. By the time we ordered him a new drink, everyone had taken a sip out of it multiple times. I didn't think it was aful, but still. I ended up getting a veggie fry which had like cheese and butter sauce on it so that was decent. But two things. 1, my cousin sitting next to me was the SLOPPIEST SEAFOOD EATER EVER. It made me sick just looking at him devour those murdered animals, and then leave the carcasses (sp?) Next to my food. But then my mom lets it slip that we were democrats, and the rest of the family is republican. so, (i'm just going to call them cousin 1 and cousin 2), cousin 1 goes Oh yeah, and their big thing is gay and lesbian marraige. And i'm like "Yup! Gays rock." And he goes on this big fucking rant about how its unnatural. Now some of my favorite people ever are gay men. Like my friends and I are total fag hags. So automatically I get defensive. and I'm like "Don't you dare talk about fucking gay people like that! Continue this topic with me and I will beat the crap out of you." So for once my mom doesn't yell at me, so i'm like woah. And then as my cousin 1 keeps dissing gays, and saying how they "chose" to be gay and shit, cousin 2 stays quiet and right as I'm about to beat up cousin 1 my moms like "Well, I guess from sammy's standpoint (Yes, they call me sammy) If men "choose" to be gay they made the right choice." And I laugh and am like "Thank you". But then my mom turns to them and was like "If either one of you turn out to be gay, i'll be more than happy." Because sometimes she t hinks one of them is gay when I think sometimes the other one his because he's totally metrosexual when the other one isn't really. But that's how dinner goes with my family. Anyone want to trade?

OK. So today my friend was like:
Friend (6:25:39 PM): i wish
Friend (6:25:42 PM): you had myspace
Friend (6:26:23 PM): then we could stalk ppl
(she was just kidding about the stalking btw)

and I've ALWAYS wanted a myspace. I've always wanted a place to share who I am and even get some web designing practice in, since I love editing codes and designing webpages. So I go upstairs to ask my mom, since i'm now fourteen, if it would be okay if i got one ebecause i'm the age you have to be to sign up. and it looks like she's about to say yes, and she goes ont ihs long fucking rant about the mrs.tennesee girl and some shit about how she's being blackmailed. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I WOULD WOULDNT'T PUT MOTHER FUCKING NAKED PICTURES OF MYSELF ON THE GODDAMN INTERNET! I DON'T EVEN HAVE NAKED PICTURES OF MYSELF, AND DON'T PLAN TO ANYTIME SOON! So she's not letting me get one, and I'm like thinking now that she thinks i'm going to fucking do some stupid shit like that I know that I wouldnt. I have more common sen se than a fucking monkey but she keeps on feeding met his bullshit about how she trusts me but anything I put on there will come back to haunt me. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT, I WOULDN'T PUT ANYTHING THAT COULD HURT ME IN THE FUTURE ON THERE! I WOULD TALK ABOUT MY INTERESTIS, DEDICATE A HUGE SECTION TO FALL OUT BOY, AND MAYBE SHARE SOME OF MY PHOTOGRAPHY WHILE KEEPING IN TOUCH WITH SOME OF THE FRIENDS I WON'T BE ABLE TO NEXT YEAR WHEN I GO TO THE ACADEMY FOR HALF OF THE DAY INSTEAD OF THE HIGHSCHOOL! So that's complete bullshit. They better not talk to me for the rest of the fucking night or i'm going to go psyco on one or both of them. well I'm going off to listen to fall out booy, write, and try to get atleast a little more calm than I am right now.

Next sunday I am forced to go to Ocean City, Maryland to hang out with my southern family and stuff. >_< I hate the sun, I hate the beach, and I'm not a big fan of my family, so what else could be wrong with the vacation? Oh I'm sure something else will go wrong. Positive. And i'm being forced also to read mythology for honors english for next year. Apparently it's the most boring book all my friends have read ( well those that are in honors) and they can't stand it. hopefully i'll like it a bit more, but who knows? I'm getting it sometime this week, probably tomorrow. Today's tuesday, right?Anyway, I'm off to whyville..

Alicia (12:56:00 PM): speaking of bordem..
Alicia (12:56:13 PM): you know Mythology? our required book?
Me (12:56:18 PM): Yeah
Alicia (12:56:31 PM): LIKE OHMYGOD
Alicia (12:56:38 PM): it is the worst book EVUR
Me (12:56:45 PM): what is it about?
Alicia (12:56:54 PM): I DON'T KNOW DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:
Me (12:57:03 PM): Haha
Alicia (12:57:11 PM): its really REALLLY REAEAAAAAAAAAAAELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYY boring
Alicia (12:57:15 PM): like is really really
Alicia (12:57:17 PM): really really
Alicia (12:57:20 PM): really really
Alicia (12:57:22 PM): really really
Alicia (12:57:25 PM): really really
Alicia (12:57:40 PM): F-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-KUUUHHHH--IIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Alicia (12:57:44 PM): x2
Me (12:57:49 PM): boring as in makes you want to shoot yourself or boring as in you're reading it but your eyes are just skimming the words and you're thinking of something else?
Alicia (12:57:50 PM): BORINGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alicia (12:58:05 PM): both
Me (12:58:44 PM): =l
Alicia (12:58:45 PM): its really quite awful..

So anyway, I've been really bored recently. Why you ask?
Because there's nothing to do arund here! I've written a chapter of my story over three times. Once first draft, second draft, and then the second draft backwards. Exciting, eh? Not really. I'm officially addicted to the song "Time To Dance" by Panic! At The Disco. Oh, and I made my own fall out boy t-shirt =] Here are some pics:
Front:

Back:

All in good fun !

I was thinking of adding a gold Clandestine Industries Bat either below mistake or next to Biggest. Anyone have an opinion? Anyway, that's about it for now. Camp has been over since 2 days ago and I already miss my little pete Wentz-and-Patrick "Plumpityumpity" Stump-loving perverts =[

-Sam

Today was a total fuckfest. And not in the literal sense, but in the... It was so boring all I wanted to do was curl up in a corner with a sprite, a pen, and write another journal entry from Jaden's point of view. It would be more interesting than sitting at day camp all day listening to the same people talk non-stop for about.. 7 hours. But luckally today was my last day-camp day. I should probably keep a tally of how many heroes I have, because I geigned another one today. I don't even know his name, but when we were playing dodgeball this girl kept on hiding behind me and I was like "NO!" and I pushed her out from behind me. (she's very aggrivating.) Anyway, There was a kid hiding behind me that I had really cool hair, so I was like okay, i'll let him hide behind me because he has awesome hair. (No, i'm not that focused on looks. I was just trying to entertain myself.) So I kept him from getting hit, and later on he held the biggest ball infront of his crotch and was like "I'm protecting the only thing that's important to me right now." I started cracking up. How he's my hero? He totally made my day a little less terrible. So I now have another one. I think he's my.. 17th? I know my first hero is Pete Wentz. Or Andy Hurley. Maybe even Gaygod or WilliamSledd. Way too many. Or Kathy Griffin. ANYWAY, Yeah. So today sucked. Tomorrow hopefully I'm going to get stencils to make a Bright Eyes t-shirt. I think he's pretty big in England, because all his autographed 7"'s are going on sale there. Seriously, Conor, you have american fans too. I know I'm like one of 5 that have ever heard of you, but cut us some slack, please?! And come up to Connecticut sometime. Or even Mass. I miss you. D:
That's about it for now.
I think.

Oh and why my blog link is "maythepetebewithyou"? Well pete= pete wentz, and my friends and I have a running inside joke where we do the starwars \ \\// finger thing and say "may the pete be with you". Yeah. I know, lame.