jiggylikejbean

Mon, 06 Apr 2009 01:21:15 GMT

Yes, it has been awhile.
So I'm older now.
And little.
I nearly puked, but for 15 dollars it wasn't so bad.
No pictures though. What a shame.

Mon, 26 Jan 2009 00:31:06 GMT

I've been feeling a tad dramatic lately.
I don't know why.
Haven't been on stage.
But I want the spotlight to find be anyways.
I've been mixed up.
I've been having the days of my life, and I'm excited for the ones to come.
But at times, I could never run away far enough.
Poor little girl.
So sad. Because her life is just soooo terrible.
That's what I'm thinking.
You're not alone.
But am I?

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 20:25:27 GMT

I'm sorry I would have posted a long time ago, but it never loaded all the way before.
Oh well.
New song.

All Aside

When, my men?
A hundred times don't let me,
But what is one more day.
If then, my men.
Generations don't debt me,
Mothers understand pay.

Pay me back, again.
Pay back is a costly thing.
But the longest sentence
Is worth it to me.
Laugh while you can.
While your lungs are still empty.
I'll be laughing when
Uniforms are out to get me. [Chorus]

Back to the chapter,
I hope they catch me,
Because a mind like this
Can't be healthy.
Self awareness is easy to grasp
when both of your wrists are held by a clasp.
Rule braker, cylinder blocker.
I can't believe I just stopped her.
Risk taker, handy waver.
I can't believe I just saved her.

[Chorus]

Next to the page,
I hope they ask me.
Because questions like this
Seem so lovely.
Artificial forrests, 'tis the joy.
Under the wrapping is no real boy.
Rule breaker, cylinder blocker.
I can't believe I never stopped her.
Risk taker, handy waver.
I can't believe I never saved her.

And now, with all emotion aside...
Hungry and fat is what you are.
Don't beg for my mercy, I'm in his car.
Daddy dearest has not taught me
anything, anything, anything.
Weekend getaways last more than a day.
So get away, get away, get away from me.

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 03:50:39 GMT

Seriously, so not in the holiday mood.
Why?
Well, I kinda know I'm insane, and let me say, it's better kept a secret.
Ohh joy to the world.
Being crazy is joyful.
Truth be told, I'm lying.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtIPmGwKlzo

But at least I'm not the only one that's a little abnormal.
Call it acting all you want, but if that's acting, I must be one hell of an actress.

I swear that song is fucking addicting.

It's so weird how five years ago seems like such a long time, but afraid the next four will go by too fast.
I'm terrified of getting old.
Of not having things be so simple.
Even though right now, it's simply unbearable.
But the (school) year is half over.
It went by way too fast.
And soon people will be gone.
Then more will leave.
One last cycle.
Then me.
Then what?
I hate being so open like this.
Stupid as it is, I like secrets, but I'm afraid I'm keeping too many.
There are so many things I want to tell certain, maybe all, people. What I really want to see, to do, to believe. What I really am, who I really want, who I really hate.
So am I going to write it right here?
No.
It will be on some piece of paper, along with the rest of my lyrics and rants that are silent.
And I do want to say it, trust me, but it will just stay on that paper. I'll most likely write it in my hell away from home, but if that is how it has to be, so be it.

Thanks for the CD Jon.

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 01:24:11 GMT

Ohh, how it's been so long...
I'm so sorry I've been gone.

I am so damn predictable.
*insert sad emotional face here*

Jingle bells.
Its coming up.
I've been shopping, and dropping.
And apparently I'm too scary to approach in Target, ahem... Raphael.
Been reading a lot. Go me.
And I have two essay before the break of winter.
Guys, I secretly don't mind if you shave your legs, but I could have never told him that.
I am NOT a sympathic person, and I hate it when people feel bad for me.
I'm not selfish, but I have plenty of problems of my own, I really don't need to hear you bitch about your less important ones.
If I can keep my problems to myself, I'm sure you can handle the task.
Go for it.

P.S.- My music up there is probably one of the best songs to get stuck in your head. Something to be thankful for.
For once.

Thu, 04 Dec 2008 00:06:41 GMT

So now everyone thinks I skipped first period to go smoke.
Thanks a lot, Emma's mom.
Seriously, banging someone's window will wake them up.
Just for future reference.
But this morning, 5:30 seemed a bit unnatural.
Tyler, just so you know, you will NEVER have a secret.
You really need to start shredding your secrets.
Or burying them.
Or drowning them in a school sink.
Or burning them with my smokable objects.
Or keeping them in your own poorly trimmed head.
But at least your teacher liked it.
Savannah, you better not be lying.
If she's not, I'll tell you right now, you WILL be jealous.
Beware.
JON RAN OVER A SQUIRREL?
AND HE LIKED IT?
What will they think of next?

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 21:18:59 GMT

Tofurkey.
Call it what you will, but I liked it.
Be adventurous people, try it.
So Thanksgiving was alright
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.
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.
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.
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Even though some of the people weren't.
Age will ruin me, I swear.
But at least there is something to be (un)thankful for.
I wrote something "meaningless" that has the potential to entertain you.
Have fun.

"Save Changes To An Explanation" (WOAH A TITLE. GO INSANE... NOW)

Loops in my remarks... but I still need an answer.
And it's not my job to make me live.
We recycle the blood of dreamers... transfussion please.
My desires are my missing puzzle piece.

I never exclaim,
can you please explain?
My crowd can rock and drop
all they want.
But once you're out of my view,
I start new.

It's a nutty reaction... "Allergic" I said.
And it's my job to be by myself.
Sinfully strip this sholder weight... cut off my chords?
Given favors give you rewards.

Her broken lungs won't save me a life time.
Just end hers.
"She stopped at her first."
And that was her last.
There's nothing like the past.

I never exclaim,
can you please explain?
My crowd can rock and drop
all they want.
But once you're out of my view,
I start new.

Sat, 22 Nov 2008 05:42:46 GMT

Grades are nehh...
as if you care.
I can't tell time or keep track of it.
Sorry.
No, I don't have them; I let a hobo eat them.
Sorry.

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 19:45:54 GMT

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 00:35:49 GMT

Hey veterans.
I hope you had a great day.
But it was kinda weird having a day off in the middle of the week, but nice at the same time.
Ohh Monica, where did Madagascar take place?
HMMM... LEMME THINK.
"Well they never said!"
YEA, THEY KINDA DID.
Anyway...
I'm gonna see one of my favorite people in less than 48 hours.
And I know what I want signed. You'll be able to think of it if you think really hard.
(Psst... it's not just the tee-shirt.)
I can't wait.

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 02:24:17 GMT

After hearing you say the FFFFF and the UHHHH and the KUHHHHHH for almost the whole school year, I have to listen to Dane Cook.
It's been a good two hours.
So the past couple of days have been great.
Some dumb blonde bitch kept on complaining about me, Monica, and Danielle meeting up with our friend in the early freakish stalker line, but we still got barricade.
The speakers were a little (lot) loud, but it was incredible anyway.
I got a (blown) kiss from Deleon.
=D
Cash remembered us.
But who could forget.
Tom got boo-ed at.
Niceeeeee one.
But Plain White T's did suck.
And they were waaaaay too loud, because if they were as loud as Dashboard Confessional or Panic At The Disco, they won't have been as bad.
But they were louder. Ohh joy.
Everyone hated Dashourd but me.
Their first background thing was fucking awesome, and that guy can hold any note until you fall asleep.
And then Panic came on.
You could have a staring contest with Ryan until the set was more than over.
Brendon made some funny faces and laughed whenever he caught my eye looking at his.
Is that a good thing?
I got to actually see Spencer. He came down and never went back.
Jon looked at me a little, but it was kinda hard to tell. He was pretty loud.
Then it ended.
Then Saturday came around.
Homecoming.
We may have looked stupid and dirty (S. C. A. N. D. to the A. to the L. O. U. S.), but it was fun and sweaty like everything good in the world.
So there.

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 05:17:17 GMT

Yes we can.

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 04:42:13 GMT

Florida isn't lame.
Good job.
I want to sleep, but I want to here his first words.
Welcome to the new administration.

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 03:15:31 GMT

Election day.
I wish I was eighteen.
You may want to sound cool and say you don't care, but this is your country.
Your rights.
Your bills.
You money.
Your troops.
So yes, I care. So should you.
I've been watching this damn channel for three hours straight.
It's been kinda hard paying attention, but I think I can handle it for, I don't know, an hour more?
But I HAVE to know who wins, and I want to know what I'm talking about tomorrow.
"Too close to call."
Nice one, Florida.
I never really liked you anyway. Too many old people and tourists.
Can't wait to see you here.
Ohh, and I never mentioned who I was for, just incase you people who didn't already know actually care.
Obama.
Can't wait til next election.
Can't wait to see you there, too.

Sat, 01 Nov 2008 03:43:33 GMT

Halloween ends in twenty minutes. And it was pretty great. Not horrible, not super fantastic, but pretty great.
And a little surprising.
Are you my trick or my treat?

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 01:49:18 GMT

IAmMe12693 (9:42:35 PM): oh

IAmMe12693 (9:42:36 PM): show me

missrobbyson (9:42:36 PM): what i wrote

missrobbyson (9:42:43 PM): kay

missrobbyson (9:44:34 PM): goose bumps and ichty eyes/ im not ill, but you make me sick/ bite your cheek before you speak/dont let us change it /head lights and lights over my head/ step to the plate step toward your fate/ too much and it all feels the same

IAmMe12693 (9:44:53 PM): i like

IAmMe12693 (9:44:54 PM): =D

missrobbyson (9:45:14 PM): =]

missrobbyson (9:45:18 PM): YAY

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 18:10:54 GMT

Last night was really fun.
I was kinda surprised.
We didn't do anything particularly incredible.
So don't ask about it.
You weren't there.
You wouldn't know how great it was.
Kayla is my witness of something completely different.
I wasn't lying.
Like Emma says, I don't lie about anything.
My clock is as bright as I claimed, and the foreign kid was just as tall as I said he was.
You can trust me with anything.
Over exaggerating is what I don't do.
Predicting the future is what I want to be able to do.
Hopefully I won't be wrong.
Again.

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 21:48:00 GMT

I said I would get back to you on that.
So here it is.

A tiny twitch doesn't mean I have his heart.
Wait a week, and then we'll see where we are.
Fake sweets are good for the present,
But shivers down my sides will lead to our descent.

The most bold eight letters
say more than my age.
I'm such a tease.
A bit naive.
But too late would be
an understatement.

Plenty of pretty can never occur.
All of those ships would make the sea stir.
It runs over me like my favorite song.
We have time to make it up as we go along.
Protection comes with a price.
It won't be what you like.
Same shades for three days won't get me under you.
I dare you.

The most bold eight letters
say more than my age.
I'm such a tease.
A bit naive.
But too late would be
an understatement.

Excuse my reasons, there is just something.
You are just something.
The streets show me want I really want.
So stand and look nonchalant.
While I smoke it off, I'm never the same person.
I'll die to hear your reaction.
But too late would be
an understatement.

Wed, 22 Oct 2008 18:40:03 GMT

You know.
Well I don't.
But I want to.
I'm just a little kid that needs to grow up.

Tue, 21 Oct 2008 21:35:38 GMT

What did you say?
I know you didn't forget.
You must be playing those few words over and over in your head like your favorite song.
And people, for the last time, I'M NOT MEAN.
>=[
At least five people have told me that I am today.
Where is that coming from?
I'm in the mood to write about forty million songs.
I'll get back to you on that.

Tue, 21 Oct 2008 00:47:56 GMT

I bet you want to know what I really wrote today.
But I think I'll just keep it to myself.
Like everything you've ever eaten,
this blog will have some artificial fillers.

So Halloween Horror Nights was pretty tiring.
But great.
These are the things you really need to see.

I'm so glad I wasn't in this picture. WHAT LOSERS. Just kidding.

Yea, you wish you were there.

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 04:00:32 GMT

I have a problem staying mad.
I can't do it.
Makes me kinda frutrated.
Like I'm a sometimes I want to make people feel bad.
And have you ever heard if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
Seriously, nobody asked you.
And NOBODY thinks your any cooler than anyone else.

Well anyway...
for once the littlest isn't the most understood,
or favored...
so if I plan right,
maybe I can make something cool happen.
I might need help.
Twenty people?
HA.

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 00:19:07 GMT

Dear Other Person With My Name,
Don't be mad at her.
Her meaning your daughter.
It wasn't her fault.
She met him the not-so-old-fashioned way.
And then she introduced him to me.
And he wanted to talk to me the sort-of-old-fashioned way.
So he pressed that little green button at the wrong time.
He asked for the wrong person.
It wasn't his fault.
He saw our area code and thought it was me.
I'm really sorry.
And so is he.
He told me about two million times.
~~What a cutie. =]~~

Sincerely,
The Little Girl Who Stole Your Name And Eats All Your Food.

P.S. Mine is a little mad, too.
You're not the only one.
But with a little honesty and explaining, your daughter and I will seem like good little girls.

P.S.S. Because we are.

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 15:43:12 GMT

Breanne will send me the pictures, and then I will show you just how great it was.
Her cellphone doesn't know how to take a picture worth shit, but that's okay.
I'll probably just keep those to myself.
And thank you Trav for getting so close to me.
You weren't even that sweaty.
And I got to stay that close.
And Will, I'm sorry those girls liked you enough to not let you breathe.
Love these days...
But you just saying hi to me (a lot) made my day.
It would be great if it made yours.
And Bre, you were a pretty good concert buddy.
You didn't complain at all (unlike you at Halloween Horror Nights...).
I'm so proud!
=D
Luckily, I didn't look too bad after the concert, so I won't be too embarassed to show the pictures.
Finally, I'M SO SORRY MONICA!
He would have been able to talk to you if the stupid security people let him stay for FIVE SECONDS MORE!
But he was miserable with all those people cutting off his currculation.
So I'm not too mad about it.

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 20:56:03 GMT

So the gorilla is being dumb.
=/
But that is the least of my problems.

AND I'M SO FREAKING MAD. FOR ONCE I WASN'T POOR, AND I CAN'T USE THE MONEY. I SWEAR YOUR PARENTS ARE SO DUMB...

but anyway...

Man drama is sprouting.
And its so funny to watch.
They think they can fight.
And that would be so funny to watch.
Doubt it will happen, but if it does, its a shame my camera is busted. But only time will tell.
It started with a little note, and the victim just had to show off his scars to everyone. At first I was on his side, but once everyone saw his life problems, I didn't even care about them.
Get the fuck over it.
I haven't written too much lately. So sad. But eventually something clever will pop out. And I'll let you know when it does.
Coach Brilliant pissed more than a few people off, but what else is new.
I wish I could scan some of the things that Kelsey has drawn. Even though it could offend some people, you still have to love them. No matter what she says, I didnt take any part in the drawing process...