Post by VALENTINE SAHARA HILL on Jul 25, 2010 16:50:31 GMT -5
WELCOME TO TOUR, VALENTINE HILL !
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val, blaze in the sky, lead guitarist, twenty-one, hayley williams
YOUR GUY SIDE
[x] you love hoodies.
[x] you love jeans.
[x] dogs are better than cats.
[x] it's hilarious when people get hurt.
[x] shopping is torture
[x] sad movies stink.
[x] you own a racing car game.
[] you played with hot wheels cars as a kid.
[] at some point in time, you wanted to be a firefighter.
[] you owned a DS, PS2, N64, or sega.
[] you used to be obsessed with power rangers.
[x] you have watched sports on TV.
[x] gory movies are cool.
[x] you go to your dad for advice.
[] you own like a trillion baseball caps.
[] you used to collect hockey cards.
[] baggy sweats are cool to wear.
[] it's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
[x] green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.
[x] you love to go crazy and not care what people think.
[x] sports are fun.
[x] you talk with food in your mouth.
[] you sleep with your socks on at night.
[] you have fished at least once.
YOUR GIRL SIDE
[] you love to shop.
[x] you wear eyeliner.
[] you wear the color pink.
[] you go to your mom to talk.
[] you consider cheerleading a sport.
[] you hate wearing the color black.
[x] you like going to the mall.
[] you like getting manicures and/or pedicures.
[] you like wearing jewelry.
[] you cried watching the notebook.
[] skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.
[] shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.
[] you don't like the movie star wars.
[x] you are/were in gymnastics.
[x] it takes you about one hour to shower and get dressed
[] you smile a lot more than you should.
[] you have more than 10 pairs of shoes.
[x] you care about what you look like.
[x] you like dressing up when you can.
[x] you wear high heeled shoes.
[] you used to play with dolls as a little kid.
[] you like putting make-up on others.
[] you like being the star of everything.
[] pink is one of your favorite colors.
YOUR APPEARANCE
[x] i am shorter than 5'5".
[] i have many scars.
[] i tan easily.
[x] i wish my hair was a different color.
[x] i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
[x] i have a tattoo. .
[x] i am self-conscious about my appearance.
[] i had/have braces.
[] i've been told i'm attractive by a complete stranger.
[] i have more than two piercings.
[x] i had/have piercings in places besides my ears.
YOUR EMBARRASSMENTS
[] i've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.
[x] disney movies still make me cry.
[x] i've snorted while laughing.
[x] i've laughed so hard I've cried.
[] i've glued my hand to something.
[x] i've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
[] i've had my pants rip in public.
YOUR HEALTH
[x] i've gotten stitches.
[x] i've broken a bone.
[] i've had my tonsils removed.
[] i've sat in a doctor's office with a friend.
[x] i've had my wisdom teeth removed.
[] i've had serious surgery.
[] i've had chicken pox.
YOUR TRAVELING
[x] i've driven/ridden over 200 miles in one day.
[x] i've been on a plane.
[] i've been to canada.
[] i've been to cuba.
[] i've been to niagara falls.
[] i've been to ottawa.
[] i've been to sudbury.
[] i've been to the caribbean.
[x] i've been to europe.
[x] i've been to florida.
YOUR EXPERIENCES
[x] i've gotten lost in my city.
[x] i've seen a shooting star.
[] i've wished on a shooting star.
[] i've seen a meteor shower.
[x] i've gone out in public in my pajamas.
[] i've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
[x] i've kicked a guy where it hurts.
[x] i've been to a casino.
[] i've been skydiving.
[x] i've gone skinny-dipping.
[] i've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[x] i've crashed a car.
[] i've been skiing.
[] i've been in a musical.
[x] i've caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.
[] i've seen the northern lights.
[x] i've sat on a rooftop at night.
[x] i've played a prank on someone.
[x] i've ridden in a taxi.
[x] i've seen the rocky horror picture show.
[] i've eaten sushi.
[] i've been snowboarding.
YOUR RELATIONSHIPS
[x] i'm single.
[] i'm in a relationship.
[] i'm engaged.
[] i'm married.
[x] i miss someone right now.
[] i've gotten divorced.
[] i've told someone i loved them when i didn't.
[] i've told someone i didn't love them when i did.
HONESTY AND CRIME
[] i've done something i promised someone else i wouldn't.
[] i've done something i promised myself i wouldn't.
[] i've snuck out.
[] i've lied to my parents about where i am.
[] i've cheated while playing a game.
[] i've ran a red light.
[x] i've witnessed a crime.
[] i've been in a fist fight.
[] i've been arrested.
DEATH AND SUICIDE
[x] i'm afraid of dying.
[x] i hate funerals.
[] i've seen someone/something dying.
[] someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide.
[] i've planned my own suicide before.
[] i've written a eulogy for myself.
MATERIALISM
[] i own over 5 rap CD's.
[x] i have an unhealthy obsession
[] i own REAL designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.
[x] i own something from pac sun.
[x] i collected comic books.
[] i own something from the gap.
[x] i own something i got on e-bay.
[] i own something from abercrombie.
RANDOM
[x] i can sing well.
[] i've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
[] i open up to others easily.
[x] i watch the news.
[x] i don't kill bugs.
[] i sing in the shower.
[] i am a morning person.
[] i paid for my cell phone ringtone.
[x] i am a sports fanatic.
[] i twirl my hair.
[] i care about grammar.
[] i have "?"s in my screen name.
[] i love spam.
[] i've copied more than 30 CD's in a day.
[] i bake well.
[x] my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.
[x] i would wear pajamas to school.
[] i know how to shoot a gun.
[] i am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
[x] i eat fast food weekly.
[x] i've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
[x] i can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[x] i am really ticklish.
[] i like white chocolate.
[x] i bite my nails.
[] i'm good at remembering faces.
[] i'm good at remembering names.
[] i'm good at remembering dates.
[x] i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.
[x] all my answers were totally honest.
ATHY, FIFTEEN, SIX YEARS BABYYYYY[/CENTER]
There were nights where Breanne didn't want anything to do with anyone. There were nights where she would climb up onto the rooftop of her cramped home like old times when she still lived with Mom and Dad. There were nights where everyone was out and no one could bother her, not even Renee, whose dislike toward her was mutual. There were nights where even Thom was AWOL and she had no one to talk to, no one to distract her, no one to comfort her. Tonight was one of those nights.<br><br>
Bee had climbed out of her window and onto the rooftop, crawling carefully up to the pinnacle where the two sides joined and situating herself beside it as she stretched out and stared at the sky. That had been some hours ago. Now, at almost twelve-thirty on a Saturday night, she was feeling sore and tired and even more depressed than was usual for her. Actually, Bee was almost never depressed. Usually, she was the girl who could never stop smiling and cracking jokes and being a complete idiot. However, tonight was a different story. Sighing into the unusually cold night air, watching her breath materialize before her, she murmured quietly to herself, "It's just one of those nights, huh, Beege?"<br><br>
She was still for a minute or two, staring at the moon from the corner of her eye and listening to the rustle of the trees as a chilling wind whispered past her. She was wearing a simple tee shirt with some jeans, but somehow she wasn't cold. Her skin was numb and she was aware that it probably wasn't the best thing to be wearing on such an unseasonably cold night such as this, but she could find it in herself to muster up the energy to grab a sweater. She had grown accustomed to it by now and she supposed there was no harm in keeping her attire the way it was.<br><br>
Sighing heavily, Bee took her time rising to a sitting position and hugged her knees, careful not to tip herself at any particular angle and inadvertently send herself careening down to the ground. No one was home tonight, which was unusual. Someone was always home, even on Saturday nights. That someone was almost always Jake or Thom, the latter in particular because he wasn't too into partying and clubbing. At least Jake could be convinced to take a shot every one in a while.<br>
Or even Renee! Bee wasn't too fond of her, but she would've been happy for a verbal spar or two with the twenty year old girl if it meant she hadn't been deserted to her thoughts. A depressed Bee was a dangerous one: on the rare occasions she was like this, she was unstable and more reckless than usual. She just wanted to get away...<br><br>
Sighing, Bee slowly unfolded her legs and slid down the roof slowly, inching toward her bedroom window. The coarse gray shingles scraped across her hands uncomfortably, but she ignored the feeling and crept carefully into the window's gaping mouth. Rotating her sore shoulders, she ignored the padding of darkness closing in on her eyes and felt her way around the room. Feeling angsty and unimportant, she wasn't in the mood to flick the lights on and instead maneuvered her way skillfully toward the door on the opposite side of the room. <i>Bed to your left, Beege, bed to your left. Don't forget the stack of books coming up right here - don't want to step on Harry by accident. Walk</i> around <i>the pile of dirty clothes, not through it.</i><br><br>
After some time, she finally reached the door (though she admittedly had almost tripped on her backpack, laying oh so innocently by the door) and she blinked once, twice, thrice before she yanked it open and walked out into the dimly lit hallway. Light was shining from the bottom floor of the house, spreading with lukewarm effort into the corridor. Making her way down the concourse and stepping laggardly down the staircase, Bee made her way through the living room. The floor was littered with cans of various kinds. There were crushed beer cans, empty Dr Peppers, half-filled Coca-Colas, room temperature Sprites... Used plates sat on the small coffee table, which was already filled with Lisa's heavy duty college textbooks and Riley's leisure literature. His guitar also sat carefully propped against the wall in the corner of the room, with some sheets of music sitting not to far away. The couch was a mess of used blankets, flaccid pillows and light hoodies. Someone's jeans had been tossed to one side of the room. Even in the obscure room, she could see the danger zone that it was. A fond smile settled on her lips briefly before flickering away and she turned to the door without bothering to take her phone with her.<br><br>
The walk to the T was shorter than she imagined. Stopping in front of the entrance of the Boston subway, she contemplated getting on one. A round trip was sure to kill an hour or so, which was better than sitting around with nothing to do. Maybe she could even strike up a conversation with a stranger. Maybe she could get into an argument with someone. Anything to shake this weird, foreign feeling of just not giving a shit.<br><br>
In fifteen minutes' time, she was standing in the most crowded subway car of about ten or twelve people. It was good to know that one person here would drag her out of her funk and with that, she slumped in the nearest available seat, waiting for that one person to show their face.
Bee had climbed out of her window and onto the rooftop, crawling carefully up to the pinnacle where the two sides joined and situating herself beside it as she stretched out and stared at the sky. That had been some hours ago. Now, at almost twelve-thirty on a Saturday night, she was feeling sore and tired and even more depressed than was usual for her. Actually, Bee was almost never depressed. Usually, she was the girl who could never stop smiling and cracking jokes and being a complete idiot. However, tonight was a different story. Sighing into the unusually cold night air, watching her breath materialize before her, she murmured quietly to herself, "It's just one of those nights, huh, Beege?"<br><br>
She was still for a minute or two, staring at the moon from the corner of her eye and listening to the rustle of the trees as a chilling wind whispered past her. She was wearing a simple tee shirt with some jeans, but somehow she wasn't cold. Her skin was numb and she was aware that it probably wasn't the best thing to be wearing on such an unseasonably cold night such as this, but she could find it in herself to muster up the energy to grab a sweater. She had grown accustomed to it by now and she supposed there was no harm in keeping her attire the way it was.<br><br>
Sighing heavily, Bee took her time rising to a sitting position and hugged her knees, careful not to tip herself at any particular angle and inadvertently send herself careening down to the ground. No one was home tonight, which was unusual. Someone was always home, even on Saturday nights. That someone was almost always Jake or Thom, the latter in particular because he wasn't too into partying and clubbing. At least Jake could be convinced to take a shot every one in a while.<br>
Or even Renee! Bee wasn't too fond of her, but she would've been happy for a verbal spar or two with the twenty year old girl if it meant she hadn't been deserted to her thoughts. A depressed Bee was a dangerous one: on the rare occasions she was like this, she was unstable and more reckless than usual. She just wanted to get away...<br><br>
Sighing, Bee slowly unfolded her legs and slid down the roof slowly, inching toward her bedroom window. The coarse gray shingles scraped across her hands uncomfortably, but she ignored the feeling and crept carefully into the window's gaping mouth. Rotating her sore shoulders, she ignored the padding of darkness closing in on her eyes and felt her way around the room. Feeling angsty and unimportant, she wasn't in the mood to flick the lights on and instead maneuvered her way skillfully toward the door on the opposite side of the room. <i>Bed to your left, Beege, bed to your left. Don't forget the stack of books coming up right here - don't want to step on Harry by accident. Walk</i> around <i>the pile of dirty clothes, not through it.</i><br><br>
After some time, she finally reached the door (though she admittedly had almost tripped on her backpack, laying oh so innocently by the door) and she blinked once, twice, thrice before she yanked it open and walked out into the dimly lit hallway. Light was shining from the bottom floor of the house, spreading with lukewarm effort into the corridor. Making her way down the concourse and stepping laggardly down the staircase, Bee made her way through the living room. The floor was littered with cans of various kinds. There were crushed beer cans, empty Dr Peppers, half-filled Coca-Colas, room temperature Sprites... Used plates sat on the small coffee table, which was already filled with Lisa's heavy duty college textbooks and Riley's leisure literature. His guitar also sat carefully propped against the wall in the corner of the room, with some sheets of music sitting not to far away. The couch was a mess of used blankets, flaccid pillows and light hoodies. Someone's jeans had been tossed to one side of the room. Even in the obscure room, she could see the danger zone that it was. A fond smile settled on her lips briefly before flickering away and she turned to the door without bothering to take her phone with her.<br><br>
The walk to the T was shorter than she imagined. Stopping in front of the entrance of the Boston subway, she contemplated getting on one. A round trip was sure to kill an hour or so, which was better than sitting around with nothing to do. Maybe she could even strike up a conversation with a stranger. Maybe she could get into an argument with someone. Anything to shake this weird, foreign feeling of just not giving a shit.<br><br>
In fifteen minutes' time, she was standing in the most crowded subway car of about ten or twelve people. It was good to know that one person here would drag her out of her funk and with that, she slumped in the nearest available seat, waiting for that one person to show their face.