LAME-O LOSER

03:02 pm: ok new lj name is .... begin_to_fall. and yes this is the correct one. i found a layout i want to use but i dont know how to get it up and running so if you know how please let me know. thanks..


on and add me right now bitches!!!!

10:16 pm: they wouldnt let me use the name i wanted so add make_me_ill right now!!!!!!!!

09:16 pm: well the layout mackenzie made me somehow got messed up. so yeah i was planning on getting a new name beacause my mom found out the name to this one. so yeah. im gunna add all of yall so dont worry.:)

the new name is...... mausoleum_door. add me back bitches.

11:38 pm: holy fucking shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok G stands for gerard and B stands for becka

this how close i was G R!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
call if you want the goddamned fucking details.723 7568 not atfert 10 which means tommarrow.

taylor, got you a piece of confetti, so it feels like you were there ( hand thrown by gerard, just thought youd like to know)

talk to you mother fuckers later-becka

01:23 pm: Happy
Birthday
Samantha!!!!!

01:21 pm: oh and i almost forgot, today is the mcr concert! taylor, i couldve told you it was sold out, i tryed to get a ticket for sam for her birthday.

01:19 pm: well yesterday was plain old crap. dj ditched me for samantha, nad beth and left me with the drum line calling me a lesbian. so yeah i hate my life right now , but hey. who doesnt?

05:31 pm: well today was exhasting. it rained during pratice and i looked like benji from good charlottewith the whole dripping eyeliner thing
yea it was fun.call me im bored.and wet.723.7568

07:25 pm: 1. Go into your live journal archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find your 5th sentence (or closest to it.)
4. Post the text of your sentence in this post along with these instructions.
5. Tag 5 people on your friend's list.


my answer: well anyways,that was kind of odd but ne ways after the sermon, eva and i danced outside, club style i might add.

07:17 pm: http://comments.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewpicture&friendID=15469911


taylor, heres a more "narrowed down" link.

08:10 am: Artist: Marilyn Manson
Album: The Golden Age Of Grotesque
Title: This Is The New Shit


Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Everything's been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care
Now it's you-know-who
I've got the you-know-what
I stick it in the you-know-where
You know why, you don't care

Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch
Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party
Sex, sex, sex, don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah
Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along

Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it
Do we need it? NO!
Do we want it? YEAH!
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit it

Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you
Let us
We're entertaining you

12:29 am: hi im just updating to let everyone know i havent died. yet. my internet just crashed. um,, am i the only freshman that dressed out everyday of the week?

anoucement: josie ann reed memorial service, sat oct 8 at 2 pm at the first united methodist drive in church.

heartland band compititoin sat oct 8 9am till 1am


yes i will NOT be able to go to by friends memorial service .

Doesn any one have either Cant Repeat- offspring or I Wish You Were Here-pink flyod. on a cd and would let me borrow it i woul love them forever.

09:48 pm: im home. just thought youd like to know.

09:47 pm:

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Time Storm Your Superpower is Supernatural Your Weakness is Tummy Rubs Your Weapon is Your Ether Bludgeon Your Mode of Transportation is Canoe

10:01 am: well everyone i made it to lousianna nad now we have to drive to whitney, texas. the viewing will be on mon. and the funeral will be on tues. well g2g get in a car. so i will try to callppl when i get there.

oh and we got a flightbooked to come home sat. night so i will be there for school and mon.

03:22 pm: R.I.P Mark Stracener

for those of you who dont know who this is , this is my uncle mark. so as oyu can guess i am leaving tommarrow to go to lousianna. so if oyu need me hopefully my cell will work up there. idk when we are coming home but we will. hope fully i can get access to a comp.if not this is all for now. dripping in regret, rebecca leigh.

cell: 1 941 526 9475
mom cell: 1 941 962 3372

09:26 pm: sry i havent udated in quite a while, but i dont know if i could do it now. yall should come to a football game sometime. i mightpost some pics of some of the games of you wnt me to jjust let me know.

well im watchin the vmas. taylor, pleaz tell me youve heard of that.
if not, im taping it right now.

how did yall like the pep rally?

COMMENT NOW BITCHES!!!!!
no really comment

06:06 pm: why doesnt anyone comment anymore?

03:01 pm: This is the poem that Tim Burton based The Nightmare Before Christmas on.

It was late one fall in Halloweenland,
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.

He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland

"I’m sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.
I’m tired of being something that goes bump in the night.
I’m bored with leering my horrible glances,
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.
I don’t like graveyards, and I need something new.

There must be more to life than just yelling,
‘Boo!’"

Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist.
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o’-lantern nose that glowed in the dark.
It was Jack’s dog, Zero, the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.

All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked.
He was filled with dismay.
Then deep in the forest, just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight.
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood
Were three massive doorways carved in wood.
He stood before them, completely in awe,

His gaze transfixed by one special door.
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.

Jack didn’t know it, but he’d fallen down
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!
Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted.
He had finally found the feeling he wanted.
And so that his friends wouldn’t think him a liar,

He took the present filled stockings that hung by the fire.
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves.
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.

He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed.
He even picked up a handful of snow.
He grabbed it all, and without being seen,

He took it all back to Halloween.

Back in Halloween a group of Jack’s peers
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenires.
For this wondrous vision none were prepared.
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!

For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered.
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer

While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer!
Why does he get to do it year after year?"
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought.
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"

In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys
When through the din he heard a soft noise.
He answered the door, and to his surprise,

He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise.
They were altogether ugly and rather petite.
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.

In Halloween everyone gathered once more,
For they’d never seen a Santa before
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,

Jack related to Santa his masterful plan:
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it’s a crime
That you’ve got to be Santa all of the time!
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer.
We’re changing places I’m Santa this year.
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you!
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, ‘Boo!’
And please, Mr. Claus, don’t think ill of my plan.
For I’ll do the best Santa job that I can."

And though Jack and his friends thought they’d do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre.
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.
Jack said, "We can’t leave; this fog’s just too think.
There will be no Christmas, and I can’t be St. Nick."

Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog.
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack’s dog!

Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?"

And to be so needed was Zero’s great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team.
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,

Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

‘Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse.
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare!
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads.
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow

Cast an eerie pall over the city below,
And Santa Claus’s laughter now sounded like groans,
And the jingling bells like chattering bones.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer.
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick
They knew in a moment, this can’t be St. Nick!
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy.

From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt!
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer.

He visited the house of Susie and Dave;
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave.
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman;
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.

A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,
A man eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.

There were screams of terror, but Jack didn’t hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit!
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light.

"Why, they’re celebrating, it looks like such fun!
They’re thanking me for the good job that I’ve done."
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill.
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher.
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well guided missile.
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,

Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good
night."

Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross,
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss.
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief"
Jack was confused and filled with great grief.
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry.

And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound.

"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent.
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant.
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do.
I hope you realize Halloween’s the right place for you.

There’s a lot more, Jack, that I’d like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it’s almost Christmas day."
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good bye.

Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.

09:16 pm: well today was interesting so i thought i would share.

i got a marriage proposal.

people shared my sercrets from clhange day. so it gos to show youm never tell anyone anything ever.


sry i cant spell. band practice tomarrow.come and see out at blackstone.
so if any of you guuys want to see me in a tight shirt and hoochie shourts.i m going to the locker room rite after school. you know who you are.jerk.

all for now! later beck