MissMartyred... Under the burning sun I take a look around....imagin if this all came down........
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Location: California, United States
Gender: Female


Interests: I like music and stuff...food....crayons...make-up....boys..wait....nice faithful cute boys who can play musical instuments......no one i know i guess.....oohh...i also like to get phone calls..it makes me feel special...
Expertise: Saddness.....Complaning....Anoyinng....Mistake making.....hurting.....loosing.....crying.....smiling.......eating......
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other


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Member Since: 1/12/2003

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Friday, April 16, 2004

I was sitting at the computer watching this mosqutio eater thing fly around.........he landed on the wall next to me....and I said...."Go away you!.....How do you stick on the wall like that?" He flew away....


Tuesday, April 13, 2004

Currently Playing
...And Out Come The Wolves
By Rancid
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- Track 8 right now.....

Well Its really funny...yesterday was Easter and my moms birthday and it was fun.... I think that almost all boys are liars....and I feel sorry that some crazy person thinks that they can post mean things to me......boo-hoo......

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Im going to see the victims on sat. how fun....I get to see vinnie...yea....(not really) im really nervous....long ago in my moms day "punk' was not caring about what people think....now if your not up with the fashion they all have something to say about how your a fake....dosent make them hypocrites? i guess you do "have to be scene to be seen...." or heard or fit in the ridiulous clicks they form....its not like this in L.A or anywheres else at that.....maybe its a fresno thing....a fashion thing.....its funny....they talk about not punching time cards and what not but how else do they get all those new shiny buttons? and there little spiky belts??? and most of them talk shit on preps but i bet money it takes those boys longer to part and blowdry there hair into liberty spikes or hawks then it does me to get ready.....and they dont care what people think? well after chilling with some cool punk people on the streets.....yea i said streets of LA I found out its a lot more then the hair and the looking like your "scene"its more then using mommys and daddys money to buy your Rancid t-shirt or your little plaid pants....its more I think then a lot of the kids in Fresno could handle...and its not always a good time....belive me my eyes were OPENED....I dont know why i decide to say this now...no one reads this anyways....but still I cant even stress enough that I would love to see some of these people on the streets....and maybe im wrong .......but maybe im right....its still sad that i lie about a lot of stuff i like just so i dont have to deal with the pressure of the click thing i dont fit into...this is all crap...i dont know why i wrote this but  no turning back now....i hope someday to find friends with open minds.....and maybe just maybe ill be lucky enough for them to really hate gwen stephani and evanescence too.......and that metal crap where they try to sound hard and say OooOOOooooOoooOog a lot....thats soooo straight.......(thats my new word for gay.....) well bye for now......... 

                                                       ^    ^    ~~~~~ L.


Friday, March 26, 2004

Im.having.a.hard.time.figuring.this.all.out. i.cant.even.wait.to.get.out.of.town.this.weekend.i.think.i.hate.fresno. people.tell.me.hey.lets.do.something.liars.dont.lie.i.dont.care.about.it.that.much.just. say.no.grrls.suck.too.i.dun.no.wut.2.do. i.confused.hurry.emo.boy.come.save.me.please.i.love.you.riiight.