♥ marshmallows have feelings, too ♥

He covers his arm to hide the scar
He remembers someone saying no one cares who you are
He bought a ticket and came to the dance
He gave socializing one last chance
He sat in the back from everyone He fled
He cut up his arms and cried as he bled
People kept away as he bled on the floor
Tears ran down his face as he bled some more
"What is he doing?"
"How long has he cried?"
They asked as they watched this Innocent suicide…

In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed through
stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods. 
 

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom) -- "Do not turn upside down."
(well...duh, a bit late, huh!) 
 
 On Sainsbury's peanuts -- "Warning: contains nuts."
(talk about a news flash) 

Printed on childrens Cough Medicine -- "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this
medication."
(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we
could just get those 5 year-olds with head-colds off those bulldozers.) 
 
On Marks &Spencer Bread Pudding -- "Product will be hot after heating."
(...and you thought????...) 
 
On a Sears hairdryer -- Do not use while sleeping.
(That's the only time I have to work on my hair.) 
 
On a bag of Fritos -- You could be a winner! No purchase necessary.
Details
inside.
(the shoplifter special?) 
  
On a bar of Dial soap -- "Directions: Use like regular soap."
(and that would be???....) 

On some Swanson frozen dinners -- "Serving suggestion: Defrost."
(but, it's just a suggestion.) 
 
On packaging for a Rowenta iron -- "Do not iron clothes on body."
(but wouldn't this save me time?)  

On Nytol Sleep Aid -- "Warning: May cause drowsiness."
(..I'm taking this because???....)  

On most brands of Christmas lights -- "For indoor or outdoor use only."
(as opposed to what?) 
 
On a Japanese food processor -- "Not to be used for the other use."
(now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious.) 

On an American Airlines packet of nuts -- "Instructions: Open packet, eat
nuts."
(Step 3: say what?) 

On a child's Superman costume -- "Wearing of this garment does not enable
you to fly."
(I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.) 
 
On a Swedish chainsaw -- "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or
genitals."
(Oh my God..was there a lot of this happening somewhere?) 

Blessed are the cracked: for it is they who let in the light*****

 

I'm sorry to the people that were enjoying the story, but I have decided to stop writing it. It wasn't really going anywhere, and I just got kinda bored. Plus, I think there are enough stories starring panic! at the disco, and it has started to become mainstream. But, there is a good chance that I will start another one in the near future, but idk, things are really hectic round here (christmas) so I probably won't get around to it anytime soon. So yeah, a big sorry to all, and I hope you will read (and enjoy) my next story.

xxxx Lana

P.S. Thankyou to the people that buzzed and left comments on my story! You dudes rock!!!

Yuppers, here is part three. I’m sorry if I’m writing it a little too quick, but this is fun to write and I don’t like to keep the people who like it waiting. Yes, well, enjoy part three!!!

 

Recap: Simone and Bree are at a Panic! At the Disco concert, and Brendon has just given Bree two backstage passes.

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Simone screamed. “No way! This is too good to be true!”

All of a sudden, I started to feel really dizzy. It must be from all the screaming, I thought.

Suddenly, everything around me started to spin around really fast, and all I could see was a big blur.

The last thing I could remember is Simone saying, “Shit, someone help her!”. After that, everything went black.

 

When I woke up, I was in a room. I didn’t know what room it was, as everything still looked blurry. I heard Simone’s voice. “Hey! She’s waking up!”

Then, Simone and four other guys (who I could not recognise cause I couldn’t see clearly) rushed over to the couch which I had woken up on.

“Where am I?” I said groggily, holding my aching head.

“Isn’t it funny how everyone who wakes up after blacking out says the same thing?” said a voice.

“Shut up, Spencer!” said another.

“You’re in our dressing room,” said the other voice. It didn’t take me long to realise where I was and who was talking to me. It was, of course, Panic! At the Disco. As soon as I realised this, I opened my eyes and sat up.

 

“What happened?” I asked.

“You blacked out,” Simone said, “So I got a guy next to me to help carry you backstage.”

“How long was I out?”

“Well, you missed the last 10 minutes of the show, and we’ve been back here with you for about 15 minutes.” Ryan said.

“We were about to call an ambulance, ut you woke up.” Said Jon.

“Well thankyou guys so much for looking after me.” I said.

“Oh, it was our pleasure.” Said Brendon.

 

“So, how are you guys getting home?” Spencer asked.

“Well, Bree drove us both here, but I can’t drive, and I don’t think Bree is in a state to drive either.” Simone said.

“Well, if you guys want, you’re more than welcome to crash here tonight.” Ryan offered.

“Are you sure about that? I mean, we don’t want to bother you or anything.” I said.

“Are you kidding me? It would be our pleasure!” Brendon said.

“That’d be great, guys,” Simone said, “Thankyou so much!”

“No problem. Ok, you two can sleep in here tonight, and we’ll be just down the hall if you need us.” Said Jon.

“Yup, OK. Thanks.” I said.

“See you in the morning, then.” Spencer said.

“Goodnight.” Simone and I said.

“Goodnight.” Said Brendon, Jon, Spencer and Ryan, and they all left the room.

 

“I can’t believe this is happening!” said Simone, getting comfortable on the sofa bed.

“Neither can I.” I replied. I was thinking about what would happen tomorrow. I would have to go home, and this happy experience would all be over. I didn’t want it to end, but that’s the way it’s going to have to be.

Soon, I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

 

I just want to say thanks to all the people who read this and leave comments. Without y’all, I wouldn’t be motivated enough to keep on writing! So keep on reading, leaving comments and buzzing!!! I really appreciate it! Lotsa ♥ xxxx Lana

My story, part two. I was incredibly quick writing this one. well, enjoy!!!

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I pulled into Simone's driveway. I knocked on the door, and when she opened it and saw me with a tear stained face holding my bags, she immediately looked shocked.

"Oh my God! Bree! What on earth happened?!"

"Angie threw me out." That was the most I could say without bursting into tears. Simone hugged me. "Oh, honey! Well, you can stay with me for as long as you like!"

"Thanks, Sim." Simone picked up all of my bags and took me inside. We spent the next hour doing each other's make up and hair and picking out clothes. She could tell that I didn't want to talk about the whole Angie thing, so she didn't bring it up. Finally, we were ready, and I drove to the concert.

We waited in line for about an hour, but it would be worth it when we were jumping up and down to Panic!At the Disco in the front row. Finally, we got in, and I was so excited that I nearly fainted. Simone actually did faint, but only for a few minutes.

"If only Bec was here!" Simone yelled. She was friends with Bec too.

"Yea, I sooo can't wait to tell her about this!!!" I yelled back. It was very lud, and even if we yelled, we still strained to hear each other.

Suddenly, the concert started and all I could do was scream. When I saw Brendon, I screamed even harder. During the concert, Brendon kept winking at me and smiling, and I could feel my heart melting and running down to my toes. And then, out of the blue, Brendon bent down and handed me something. When I looked at what it was, I just looked at it and screamed, "OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh my God, Bree! What is it?"

"You're not going to belive this, Sim," I started to say, trying to stay calm, "But Brendon Urie, the Brendon Urie, has just handed me two bacstage passes!"

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Yea, it's a bit short, that's why it's early. Comment and buzz if you like it!!!!! xxxxx Love yas all.

I got extremely bored, so I wrote this crappy little story. Enjoy!!! P.S. please excuse the name of the story, I couldn't think of anything else lol.

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"OK," Rebecca started, "If you could hook up with any guy on this planet, who would it be?" "Brendon Urie, without a doubt," I replied. Me and my cousin Bec were lying on her trampoline, asking each other random questions. Rebecca was the family memeber that I was closest to. "Hmmmm... do you think that that could actually happen?"

I started to laugh. "I wish. What would a superstar like Brendon Urie want to do with me anyway? I'm just a fan, and he's used to being wanted by teenage girls."

"It could happen." Bec was always so optimistic.

"Yeah, but the odds aren't really in my favor. Anyway, I better get going before Angie yells at me again."

"Ok Bree. See you later."

I live with my big sister Angie, and she thinks that just because she's 22 and I'm just 18 she owns me. We get into a lot of fights. I opened the door, and found Angie on the couch with her head restin on the lap of her best friend Adam, eating popcorn and watching a movie. She looked like she was in a good mood. I don't know how long it would last though.

"Hey guys," I said.

"Hey Bree," Adam said, but I could hardly hear him through a mouthful of popcorn.

"There's some pizza on the counter," Angie said, not looking up from the movie.

"Umm, no thanks. It's already been contaminated by you two." Adam threw a cushion at me.

"Shut you mouth, smurf." Adam always called me smurf because of my wild hair.

"I'm going upstairs."

"Ok," Angie said.

I headed upstairs to my room and flopped onto my bed. As I did, my phone rang. It was my best friend Simone. I answered it.

"Hey there Sim."

"Hey Bree. Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Oh, geez. I don't like the sounds of this already." Simone always managed to get us both into trouble with her plans.

"Shut up and listen. Ok, you're never going to belive this, but I have just won not one, but two tickets to the Panic! At the Disco concert tonight!" My heart began to beat faster. This was almost too good to be true.

"Oh my gosh, Sim!! I'm speechless!"

"Well, come on and get your ass over to my place! We have a concert to get to!" Oh fuck, I thought. There's just one problem.

"Uh, Simone, I don't think I can go."

"And why the hell not?"

"Because Angie owns my ass, remember? I'm not allowed out at night."

"That's already sorted. Just tell her you're staying at my place tonight."

"Ok, I'll try it. Bye."

"See ya Bree." I hung up and went downstairs. I hesitated for a moment, but I gathered the courage to ask Angie.

"Angie?" I asked. I was really nervous.

"Ya Bree?"

Uh, could I stay at Simone's house tonight?"

"Oh no. No way. No fucking way! You've used that one on me too many times, and I'm not falling for it again. Besides, that girl is nothing but trouble." Great. Now I've made her angry.

"What? But that's so not fair!" I protested.

"Tell someone who cares."

"You're not the boss of me. I'm 18."

"So? I'm still in charge of you."

"Says who?" I was yelling now.

"Says mum!!" She yelled. She had gone too far now.

"You know what?", I lowered my voice, "Go to hell." I ran upstairs.

'Get back here! I'm not finished with you!" She shouted. I ignored her.

I went into my room and packed my bags. Angie went too far. I went back downstairs with my bags.

"Where do you think you're going?" Angie asked.

"Anywhere but here."

"No you're not." She grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go, no matter how hard I tried to shake it off.

"Angie, get your fucking arm off of me!"

'Fine. Get out of my house."

"It's not your house. It's mum and dad's." And with that, I walked out and slammed the door behind me. I got in my car and put the key in ignition. As I started to drive away, I started to cry. Things would be so much better if my parents were still here. I tried to think of something else. I felt a bit happier, because soon, I would be dancing away at the Panic! concert, and I'll forget everything.

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yup that's it. I know, it seems a bit crap, but it's late and I'm tired. If you have any constructive criticism, then plz plz PLZ post a comment!!!

Do you know what I have realised??? I am a goody two shoes. I have had NO detentions this year. I came close with black nailpolish, but that's about it. But oh-em-jee! I only have two weeks of torture left, then it is the summer holidays. Holy shit. It's summer today!!! Holy fuck Im slow!!! Hahaha suhweetness! By the way I'm sorry if I'm teasing anyone in the northern hemisphere. I'm just really happy. Which is the first time today. Grrr my ex is pissing me off BIG time. I just feel like stabbing him in the eye with a sharpened pencil and chucking sulphuric acid in his face. Then maybe he wouldn't look so perfect. I could think of a million punishments for him. GAAAAHHHH! Why must life be soooo annoying?? Ok I'm just complaining about nothing now. Anyways, I didn't eat anything today, so ya, I'm gonna go get a bite with my mate.

xxx Lana

I'm bored. Why the hell do I write journals? They are a waste of time. That's what they are. Merely an invention to distract people from stuff that they could be doing with their little time on earth. Like going to Africa to save children suffering from poverty. Meh, I guess I'm in a bad mood. I'm angry at everyone. Why can't everyone just be so... easy to get along with? Why does everyone have to do stuff to piss me off? I never do anything on purpose to piss them off, so the least they could do is return the good deed.

Anyways I'm too pissed off to type. I'll catch you bitchez later...

I have never felt this bad in my whole life. I've just had to break up with my boyfriend of six months. It was so hard to do it without crying my eyes out. The reason I had to break it off was because he and my (ex) best friend kissed. 10 times. In the one night. Plus they had kissed two months before. He was going to break up with me, but he kind of begged me to do it, and in the end was slightly mutual anyway. I only broke up with him 2 days before, but today we started to talk to each other as friends. Not completely casually, but it was sill cool. My bestie Shaune is awesome. She knows the full story (she was there when it happened), and she has been helping me understand it all. Except yesterday she told me a little too much and made me cry, so everyone came up to me and were like "Have you been crying Lana? Are you OK?" and all that jazz. It is SO hard to have to say goodbye to the only person you've ever loved, and not be able to talk to them in the same way again. If it wasn't for mt (ex) best friend, I would still be with the only person who ever really understood me. I know she likes him, but she didn't have to be selfish. I can't belive that I was ever friends with her. I should have seen this coming. And I've known her for my entire life. I blame her the most for everything, not my (ex) boyfriend, because she made the first move, and she did nothing to stop it the next couple of times. I did nothing to deserve this. I didn't cheat, I didn't bitch, I did nothing that could have possibly caused this. I've been acting happy at school, but that's only because I don't want to advertise how depressed I really am. I'm sorry I've typed all this up, but if anyone has any advice, I would absolutely love to hear it. I need all the help I can get. Anyway, I'll leave it at that. xoxo

Unfortunately, I have fucked up my account. So, I have created a new one. My name is now darkserenity. Please add me! I hope to see you all soon on my new account thingy.

I just ate chocolate ice cream. God, it was SO good! It was swimming in chocolate sauce (just the way I like it) Except I'm hyper now (umm, yeah, that's unusual...) expect yet another weirded out entry from me. Hmm, let's see, what happened today? Oh, Alyssia wasn't at school today. Thank God! She is a new girl in my class, and my neighbour, and I know this sounds IMPOSSIBLE, but she totally upstages me in the crazy stakes. But, I stole her badge. It has My Chemical Romance on it. I mean, I'm 1000000000000000 times (bear with me) the MCR fan she is, so I therefore deserve it. I'll probably feel guilty soon and give it back anyway, so don't think I'm a bitch. It was technically given to me anyway. Long story. What else...? Ok, some of you might think I'm extremely weird for saying this, but I've put on weight and it rocks! I was 34 kilos last week (don't laugh at me, it's bad enough my boyfriend patronizes me for my size) and now I'm 37! It is just about impossible for me to put on weight and keep it on, it's so impossibe I usually only gain 2 kilos a year. And I can lose 1 kilo in a day. It gets very annoying. My friends are jealous of me too, but I don't see why. I would rather have some booty, than be a bony bum. I'm jealous of my friends coz they have curves! WAAAH! Oh, and my sis is coming over from New Zealand next week for a high school reunion or something. Maybe she'll have a stronger accent this time. I can imagine it now, hehe "Fush and chups". I like paying out Kiwis. Any Kiwis reading this, don't get offended. You all pay out Aussies to a more public extent anyways. Oh, and yesterday I grew a zucchini in Ag. I named it Bobby, and Dean (my boyfriend) is the mother and I'm the father. We make such a perfect family. Although, I must say it would have been random when I just walked up to him, held out a zucchini and said "Congratulations, Dean, you're a mother!". Then of course, he and his mates pretended that poor little Bobby was an extension of their man-bits. My poor child! :(

Oh, if there is anyone smart reading this, can you answer this question? It's been riddling my mind for ages. What colour does a smurf turn if it starts choking? It's a weird question, but I'm wondering whether it turns human coloured, or even more blue.

Oh, and one last thing - how cute would a dalmation crossed with a poodle be? Hehehe, a Dalmoodle! Spotty and fluffy! Awesome!

Remember peoples, you know you've had too much coffee in the morning when you can thread a sewing machine while it's going (my little thought of the day :)

 Umm ok I'm gonna go now before my head explodes. I'm so hyper, it must'nt be good for me. Until next time, BYEBYE!

Hi to a heeps-a-peepsa! My mum just got back from DFO. She got me a really cool bag. I shall cherish it forever. I am just a tad pissed off b'coz I have a cold. I mean, who the fuck gets a cold? Well me, obviously. Grr I hate my sister. I was just typing this up, and she has her gay blonde friend over, and she just comes over and says, "Get off, my friend wants to go on. You've been on for ages." I mean, who would go to someone elses place just to go on their computer? When I refused to leave she slapped me. I knew I had to take it, or else I'd be blamed. I hate having to be the mature one in my family. I want to be able to express my anger, if and when I feel like it. Mum always takes my sisters' sides, probably because they are younger. I also hate it when mum laughs at me whenever I go off and says "Oh, hormones and teenagers are not a good mix" or something like that that makes teenagers look stupid. It's so annoying! And when I got banned from the computer for not coming home on the bus and going into town with my  boyfriend and friends (immature, I know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time), she just went on how she understands how its normal for me to want to see my friends coz I'm a teenager, and it just made me so mad. What does she take me for, some hormone driven teenage cheerleader blonde bimbo? (bear with me). Kids that are about to turn thirteen always expect some huge change in one day, like an operation thats meant to make them beautiful. No one ever really tells them the truth. Well, here it is. Whenever you make a mistake or do something stupid (or normal, for that matter), adults blame it on hormones. How would they know? They think it outrageous if they eat ice cream.

Anyways, I shall leave it here. I don't think anyone really wants to hear me ramble on about hormones (which is what I was complaining about in the first place) Until next time, xoxo

Hey again to all the people who might be bothered to read my mumbo jumbo :) I think I am addicted to this site. I just have nothing to do. Ooops, I've been banned from the computer. I forgot... It's a long story but yeah whatever I have to go now before I get caught. Later y'all   ^_^

Umm hey to whoever may be reading this. I had this "buzznet" thingy for a little while, but I never realised that I had a homepage and journal etc. So here I am, writing on this blog thingy. Gosh, I own so many blogs, and I don't really know why. I'm amazed that I can actually find something to say on them. The only reason I joined buzznet was because of the videos. That's all. Anyways, I actually don't have anything else to say (jeez, how interesting am I?) So I think I'll go now. Ummm, bye XD