Being in a band is like being in a relationship.

You have to honor the other people, give them their space, and not be too pushy. But it gets hard, especially when you're talking to your singer, and you wanna say, "DUUUUUUDE, you gotta record this vocal shizz, because we need some songs for our myspace like, NOW!" but you can't because you really really need them to stay in your band.

In other words, waiting for people sucks.

With the band, too, it's not just one other person you're waiting on, it's anywhere from two to five others, perhaps more. So it's hard to schedule things, and then...

Heaven forbid, quitting bands. I needed to quit one a while back, because it was screwy beyond repair. People burning each other's eyes out with ciggarettes for fun, while drunk, for example. This seriously happened to me a few months ago when I tried to quit:

(Let's call this guy Bob, for all intensive purposes)

Me: "Hey, Bob, dude, we gotta talk about something."
Bob: "Yeah, what?"
Me: "Um... It's about the band."
Bob: "Yeah?"
Me: "It's... I mean, I don't have time for it anymore. I have.... Other things to worry about."
Bob: "Like what? You're free now, marching band's over."
Me: "I... It's another... I mean, I need to concentrate on my... Other band."
Bob: "What? I don't understand."
Me: "There's another band."
Bob: "Wat, what? There's another band? You've been cheating on me with another band?"
Me: "Well kinda, the other band was like a side project, but they're... more important to me."
Bob: "They're more important to you? More important than our band, that we made together?"
Me: "Yeah... Sorry..."
Bob: "You know, you just ripped my heart out, threw it on the ground, and stabbed it a million times."
Me: "Oh, please don't get too upset."
Bob: "I can't believe this is happening." (logs out)



No. Joke. That actually happened, word-for-word. I thought it was just flipping hilarious, so I saved the chat. xD



But anyway, now my current band is all happy, but for the problem that it seems like everyone else is procrastinating. No one wants to be the first to record something, no one wants to drive two hours away to get to the other members' houses. It kinda sucks, but we're working through issues. As long as no one starts cheating on us, we're cool. I mean, side projects are fine, but not straight-out "Oh, I'm quitting because they're cooler", which is the beepy thing that I did.

My advice? Don't quit your band until you are absolutely certain that nothing can be worked out.

I'm a sailor peg, and I lost my leg

So, should I introduce myself? Seeing as you can't answer, I'll do a short introduction.

I'm The Punk Skunk. I live in California. That's long enough.
I think the minds that decided how to make school need to revise some of their ideas. First of all, there should be a limit on homework. Dudes, there becomes a point where I just can't memorize that crap, because you didn't give me any time to eat. You gave me these choices: Get all the homework done, sleep for a somewhat reasonable time, but don't eat. Get all the homework done, eat, but don't get any sleep. Or, get none of the homework done, and eat and sleep. Naw! I think they should either shorten school, or lessen the load of homework. Choose, bitches! The school system's fucked up. There's a reason the average grade is a C, and it's not primarily because we don't try.

Shut up!

People have always told me I have a sort of weird accent, but none of those people were interested enough to tell me what it is. They always said "I don't know, but it's something. Well, finally a smart chick told me it sounds Irish. It made me happy, and it makes sense because Ireland is a primary country of origin on my mother's side. I feel slightly more bad ass now, so I'm about as bad ass as a house cat, but an Irish house cat.

Sober Partying.

So tonight I went to a sober party with Christian kids.
And I had an amazing time.
I will remember everything that happened.
Giving a cute boy my number who I'm genuinely interested in.
Playing Taboo and losing my voice from celebrating a victory.
Playing Uno and giving up after four turns.
I'll remember the people I met and laughed with and had an amazing time with.
I won't wake up with regrets or a hang over.
From now on, I vow to never drink again. I won't ever touch weed. I won't smoke a ciggarette.
Today's the day where I will live my life with my eyes open and aware of my world.
Basically, what's going through my head right now are extremely positive and happy thoughts.
I'm excited about the decisions I made tonight and that they're going to have a great impact on my life.
My parents are going to be so proud of me.
Peace and Love,
Katy

An Introduction.

Hello readers! I guess I should introduce myself.
I'm Brooke and I'm 16 living in a stuck up town in Ohio. This is a little weird because I don't talk about myself that much for I am very shy, but that means this little "project" should be good for me.
I don't talk that much for some reasons. I usually don't enjoy talking about the things people do around here and I like to listen and, sort of study people. I'm very observant and like to view the world in different ways. People call me weird and most of my friends don't understand me at all. I agree that I am not like everyone else and I think it's a compliment when people notice it. I have a diverse group of people that influence me from AFI, to J. M. Barrie, to Abraham Lincoln. I'd say it's a bit hard for me to "fit in" along most people. I don't think like most others. I'm sure it sounds like I just explained an anti-social crazy person that no one likes. Well, I might just be that.
Anyways, I could go on for a while trying to explain myself, but instead I'll write of what I did today.
I saw Finding Neverland today for the second time, although I couldn't remember anything about it from the first time I saw it. I absolutely love this movie. James Barrie is one of those people that, if I could sit down and have dinner with anyone few people in the world, he would be one of them. I love the way he views things and his story was so wonderful. If you haven't seen it, I suggest you do. I'm also a huge fan of Peter Pan.
Well I believe this has gone on enough.
Can't wait to hear more from other people around the world. :)

So,

Hello. I'm Tabytha (call me tabs, tabby, whatever) and I'm a noob here!! Fun. I'm from the crappy-butt Dallas, TX, where the hardcore punk scene is nonexistant and musicians or artists can't make a living. In other words, not my place, and I'm either gonna try to build a scene from the ground up, or move elsewhere.

Anyway, I guess you want stories about being a teenager, and proof that we aren't ALL self-destructive **beep**s, so here's one:

I just lost my best friend because she thinks that her boyfriend is more important than me. She keeps asking why I can't just get over it and accept that he's there for good, but then I keep telling her that I can't get over the fact that I know he's just staying with her until he gets his benefits, then leaves. And besides that, she's a total stuck-up **beeeeeeeppp** now. So I told her a few weeks ago that I never want to talk to her again (It got baaaaaaad - We didn't exactly leave on good terms, more like we both want to rip each other's heads off) and so far haven't. In my opinion, my best friend is dead, because she wasn't this person before her boyfriend came along. She says that she didn't change. Hah. She should take the truth from someone that's known her this long.

(Of course, she doesn't even listen to any of the things I tell her about her boyfriend because in her eyes, he's the perfect god. She replies with, "You don't know him at all, I do, **** off." All that.)

Anyway, I still don't know what to do, because I do still care about her, but I don't. If that makes sense.

I guess I just care about a dead person. Because my old best friend is dead to me.



(In a happier change of subject, however, I'm a member of AFI's fan club, and I asked a question about guitars to the guitarist, and he replied!!!!! I am SOOOO happy, this is the third time that someone from that band has spent ten seconds thinking about me!!! Lol, does that sound pathetic? Rest assured, I'm not pathetic, I just love them. )


ttyalater,
Tabs

Intro

Hey everyone! My name's Catherine/Cathee and I'm from little bitty New Zealand. I figure before I start posting stories on here I'd introduce myself, so here I am.

I'm 16, just, and like I said - I live in New Zealand. I'm pretty laid back, yet easily excited. I love to drink, even though I'm constantly making an ass of myself doing so. I'm unemployed, which is driving me crazy, and manage to coast by on my mother's handouts of $20 pocket money a week. I have a weird sense of humour, and only a lot of my close friends get it. I find it hard to wake up in the a.m.'s and like most people my age, I'm sick of school. I love my music more than most things and am a freak for concerts/live music in general, which brings me to my first story..

In July of last year two of my favorite bands were playing a national tour as support for a big local band. They were making a stop in my town so I got my tickets and counted down the days. I figured I'd best stay sober before this gig so I could remember seeing two of my favorite bands together in one night, I mean, what could be better? Nothing, that's what I thought. Anyway, I didn't drink before hand and managed to get front and centre for my two bands. It was amazing. There's nothing like a mosh pit. There's nothing like the feeling of awe you get from seeing your two favorite bands play one after the other. And there's nothing like doing it sober for once, either. Anywho, after the two support acts I came to see finished, I decided I'd go get something to eat and just mill around while the headlining act set up. As I was heading back into the crowd with my juice someone called my name. A familiar voice, yet not one I really wanted to hear at a concert - my science teacher. Oh good god, what is he doing here? I walked over casually to say hello and scoot, but it wasn't that easy. Once I walked over to him, I realised he was very, very drunk. He was there to see Shihad, the headlining band, so had been drinking through the past 2 hours of music. Haha, fuck. After an extremely awkward conversation with him I turned to make a quick departure, but no. For some reason I assed it over. Right in front of him. Embarrassing. As he helped me up he laughed and said "It looks like you've had more to drink than me!"

Not quite.

Friendly's Ice Cream and Wawa Parking Lots.

Yesterday, I got gas at Wawa with five other people in my car.
Then we went to Friendly's and got sundaes. I got a strawberry shortcake one.
It was AMAZING.
On our way out, we saw these boys from another school. I referred to them as "young chaps" as we walked out. I proceeded to wave good night to everyone in the restaurant.

I'm going to introduce myself now because this is my first blog post. I'm Katy and I'm sixteen years old. I used to be a very bad kid. I lied, cheated, and stole. Eventually my parents caught me in the act of lying and my life was pretty much over. I turned my life around and made friends with better people and stopped lying and partying. I'm happy with who I am and the decisions I'm making. I hope to post one story a week on here. I have a hectic life which includes dance, school, working, and all sorts of other madness.
Peace and Love,
Katy.

I'm Invading

Whee~
Not completely sure why I'm here, but I'll post here and my other blog!
WA-CHA!

Alrighty then...
Let's start with the "Corina Gives Steve A Piggyback Ride" story, shall we?
~~~

Corina gave me a piggy-back ride today...we almost fell over and had a big accident.
Luckily nothing bad happened, YAY!!

I sound like I took a happy-injection...
LALA~~

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Bye Bye!

What this blog is about./Izzy!

Ok, so. Description of what's to be going on? Yes.

[Hint, hint, authors. What you're supposed to do.]

1. Kids (middle/high schoolers) post stories of their lives and weird happenings.
[Guidelines:
•Just try to stay... somewhat appropriate. Because if someone's parent finds this and it's really really extremely inappropriate, then they might get mad. It's okay to cuss, but not every other word. Use it sparingly. {Let's clarify what's appropriate.
YES:
• Your life, friends, etc. Obviously.
• Basically everything EXCEPT:

NO:
• Something you wouldn't say in front of... a 10 or 11 year-old. Except cussing.

You know what I mean.

If I or Natalie don't change something within 24 hours, it's most likely ok. We read all posts and monitor them.

Ok? So don't go TOO overboard. You probably understand.}

• Nothing illegal. That's common sense, but some (many) people seem to lack it.
• Be nice. :) Don't call someone else names. Don't post anything you wouldn't want someone mentioned to see. Just don't. If you want to, refer to someone as "this girl" or "this guy."
• Don't spam.
• Don't post anything too personal (like your address or phone number)/something you wouldn't want the whole world to know. We don't know and can't control what other crazies look at this.

Violating ANY of these guidelines can and will lead to serious consequences. I'm not being funny. You may not understand how bad things can get.]

2. You (the audience) laugh at how weird, inappropriate, immature, and hilarious we are. Plus you get to see a little bit how our minds work.

I, Izzy, will start with an example story.

I'll introduce myself, first.

Hello, I'm Izzy. I'm a crazy thirteen year old who plays electric guitar, piano, writes poetry, draws stuff, and is generally entirely random and a complete spazz. Can be really immature at times, but who isn't?

Then again, I can be really mature sometimes (SOMETIMES, wow...) and then everyone's confused. I'm the one who always makes sure people's backpacks/purses are zipped and their shoes are tied. That's why Alex calls me "Mommy" sometimes. Especially that time we stayed up till 3:00 AM and then I was saying "CHILDREN. GO. TO. BED. STOP. TALKING. ON. THE. INTERNET. AND. CALM. DOWN." Then I hid under the sink and tried to fall asleep until they went to bed. Odd idea, yes, but I was really tired.

A lot of my friends say I'm funny. You decide.

Today, in science class, I saw our cover sheets for our tests that say things along the lines of "KEEP OUT", "DO NOT ENTER", and "KEEP EYES AWAY." I said it would be funny if someone taped one of those papers to their pants. Or practically anywhere else on their body, but pants would be the funniest.