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On the other side of the world
She stands on the ocean shore
Gazing at the heavens
She wonders, is there something more
Never been told the name of Jesus
She turns and walks away
What a shame [oh yeahh]

Just across the street in your hometown
Leaving from his nine-to-five
Gazing down the road
He wonders, is this all there is to life
Never been told the name of Jesus
He continues on his way
What a shame [oh yeahh]

Whom shall I send?
Who will go for me?
To the ends of the earth
Who will rise up for their King
Here am I, send me
Here am I, send me


   

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I want to live in the city with no friends or family
I’m gonna look out the window of my color tv
I will remember to remember to forget you
Forgot me, I’m gonna look out the window of my color tv
Through the cracks in the wall
Slow motion for all
Dripped out of the bar
So (sports? ) is nothing at all
I’m watching tv
I guess that’s a solution
They gave me a receipt that said I didn’t buy nothing
So rust is a fire
And our blood oxidizes
My eyes roll around all around on the carpet
Oh hit the deck
It’s the decal man
Standing upside down and talking out of his pants

Through the cracks in the wall
Slow motion for all
Left holding the ball and a part for your car






so close your eyes and sleep to dream.
i'm by your side, no words to speak.
we'll set our course and make it through.
no matter how far i go, my heart remains with you..

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2.15.2005
I THINK IM GONNA CLOSE

Well guys I think Im going to just stick to using Xanga because no one comments and most likely no one reads this crap....so ... you can find me here..


    so unless I get comments not to close then Im going to stop the entries...

           

Posted at Tuesday, February 15, 2005 by your myspace whore
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2.9.2005
Here.I.Am.Broken.and.Bruised


        *whines* Im so sore. I just went to go pee and I could even pick
                                    up the fricken toilet paper

                       Im a weak little child. And Im sure its because of the damn ski trip.
  Dag dabit.


        Okay has anyone else ever noticed what this world sees as
beautiful?
            You know, the whole blonde haired [no offence Im a natural blonde too calm down] blue eyed, perfect-sings-of-anorexia type body and those
                long
                   tan
                     legs?
                               Hm...I dont get it. I mean not that its not beauitful or anyting..

            but what about the real natural beauty? I dont want to be a plastic
                 bimbo barbie doll thanks.
Ill show you what I really think
                  beauty is....

For thee women....


                      
  


        ....those are just a few....
                            TIME FOR THEE MEN...

       
                        
               
                                                


                   If you cant tell....I think scene boys are goregous

                                        <3 <3 <3 

      Well Im off to go write in my OTHER journal....which
                            you should all
check out <-----CLICK IT BABY

                        -
Zindy

Posted at Wednesday, February 09, 2005 by your myspace whore
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2.8.2005
So.Ive.got.to.use.the.stairs

    Welllllll.... the elevator was broken

                    so Ive got to hobble myself up and down stairs all day with the risk of getting
                                run over. :/  Sucks doesnt it?

          I just made Ben a xanga so yall should go check it out


                          HOLY SHIT THERES NOTHING TO DO!!!

 

                                                    Okay...im done.


   
                                             -Zindy

Posted at Tuesday, February 08, 2005 by your myspace whore
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Its the way you love me- I think Im addicted to your love

Well its been three months yall. And alot of stuff has been happening. But it seems ever time I try and go blog something that just happened I get to my entry page and its like 'eh'. Hah, Im horrible right I know.

  But if you ARE interested in knowing whats been going on in this poor insignificant of a life then go to www.xanga.com/an_uber_emo_chick because I posted all about my ski weekend and how I sprained my ankle in the most moronic way. :/.

  What can I say?
Thats me! :]

                    Today I must go to school...and I must bring my krutches with me so I
         can actually hobble faster than everyone else and get to my classes ontime
             
             Well this has gotten me back my old nickname which I thought
                    had been long forgotten....
 
                                    
'Gimpy'      Oh gosh.

 Hey! I just said gosh! Which reminds me...I saw Nepolian Dynamite [yeah I spelled it wrong mmhmmkaythanksbye Im aware] for the first time saturday night in VT. And holy crap I watch the whole movie and its like

                           WTF?!

                
Well its 6:33am and I must hobble down the stairs to grab my
                        krutches and proceed to the car so Im not late for school.


                     Zindy

Posted at Tuesday, February 08, 2005 by your myspace whore
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2.2.2005
....so.he.can.reach.it....

    I WILL post more but I just HAVE to show you guys this

bLueBu nn i969: and how did you find that out?!
StAnkONiA  9  8: I was strenching.
StAnkONiA  9  8: and I was touching my toes.
StAnkONiA  9  8: and my head was laying on my legs.
StAnkONiA  9  8: and I was like...
StAnkONiA  9  8: I wonder...
StAnkONiA  9  8: and I put it there.
StAnkONiA  9  8: and It reached!

...*blinks*

so who else can?

Posted at Wednesday, February 02, 2005 by your myspace whore
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1.19.2005
Anybody.confused.by.the.definition.of.emo?

Well then Ive got something for you to look at. Because after it explaining it to alot of people I just thought I'd post this so yall could stop bugging me and read the following lol.

Emo, over the years, has become a very broad title that covers different styles of emotionally-charged punk rock. Many people have a very limited idea of what emo actually is, mainly due to the fact that the most influencial emo music ever made was released on vinyl and limited to few copies. Over the years since 1984-85, new terms have surfaced which helps give a better understanding to emotionally charged punk rock and its subgenres.

Emocore, Emo, Hardcore Emo and Post-Emo Indie Rock


Emocore : It all started in DC back in '84 and moved quickly to the San Francisco Bay area in '89, then it just exploded all over the rest of the nation. Most emocore bands consisted of people who were previously in hardcore punk bands (such as Minor Threat) but felt punk was too dull. They then became more guitar oriented and drove songs at a midtempo beat with a rock base sound, and also introduced more emotional vocals. The main thing about emocore is the guitars: they're distorted and played in unison with the ocassional catchy riff. This becomes known as the 'DC Sound.'

Emocore bands : Rites of Spring, Gray Matter, early Lifetime, Samiam, Hot Water Music, Ignition, Jawbreaker, Kerosene 454


Emo : Started in DC in '87-'88 with bands inspired by the post-hardcore bands which covered new sounds within a punk scene. Emo music utilized the octave chords and mingled with soft, whispered vocals and nice pretty guitar which would. Although songs may have started off calm, most of them would break out into very harsh guitar and screams. The vocal style is much more intense than emocore, ranging from just singing to almost sobbing vocals. Many emo bands would treat a song like a book, an epic poem if you will- they would build up very slowly to the climax where someone, usually the vocalist, actually cried during the performance. This is why very many emo bands lasted mere weeks; it was an emotional outlet and people understood that. Lyrics were more like abstract poetry and were hard to decipher, and productions of record inserts had lyrics, but they were often disorganized and difficult to read (one good example would be Taking Back Sunday's 'Tell All Your Friends' CD insert). Also, the inserts were either written by hand or by antique typewriters, containing no punctuation. The only info about the band listed was their first names and any other information about the songs never existed on the insert. Black and white photographs of broken things, usually machinery, drawings of nature, pictures of old men and children were often associated with emo music. Live, emo bands played with their backs to the crowd during soft, quiet parts. During rocking out parts, they would almost seizure on stage and knock things over, jumping wildly. Even an emo dance was developed dubbed the 'emo tremble.' It's an odd form where the dancer would clap her hands, wring them from time to time, would lean forward, then bounce quickly onto the balls of her feet, and shake her upper torso in time to the music. There was also the 'emo chest tap' that went on in the North East. Commercialism is very repressed in the emo scene. There were hardly any shirts, most records were put out on home ran labels and 7" were $3, LPs $5, CDs $8. Shows were no more than $5. When an emo band recorded, they used analog only, which was also very cheaply done with a tendency towards live tracking. All equipment is tube gear and until recently, most emo pressings were on vinyl only.

Emo bands : The Hated, Native Nod, Indian Summer, Sleepytime Trio, Evergreen, Embassy, Moss Icon


Hardcore Emo : Started in Jersey in '90 with Merel and Iconoclast, but becomes more prominent in San Diego in '91 with Heroin (the band), reaches the Bay area in '92 (John Henry West, Honeywell, etc) and then hits Philly, NY, Florida and rest of the East coast. This is similar to the whole punk v hardcore punk- this type of emo is faster, much more intense and single minded. Bands played extremely fast to introduce the chaos concept of hardcore. Vocals were screamed through entire sets, and guitars distorted to points where notes and chords were hard to recognize. Most guitarists loved feedback and single notes, with staccato bursts of noise. Bass even had distortion. Songs were even hard to recognize at shows, thats how over the top this was. Shows were also very short due to endurance of the band. Everything about emo economics, shows, records etc. apply to hardcore emo, too. This is just a subset of emo, and quite possibly the ultimate expression of the form.

Hardcore Emo bands : Heroin, Antioch Arrow, Reach Out, Swing Kids, Guyver-1, Merel


Post-Emo Indie Rock : Begins in Seattle and Colorado, then explodes in the Midwest then onto NY. The early term for this was 'Midwest Emo' because these bands came out of nowhere from towns in Kansas, Colorado and the such. Post-Emo Indie Rock is very soft, from vocals to music. Very little screaming was done, if any. Lots of poppy, catchy guitar riffs that vibrated with a happy or melancholy feel, and contained offkey pretty boy vocals. Lots of major key arpeggios with very light drumming was popular with Post-Emo Indie Rock. This was said to be 'what emo kids listen to when they make love.' Every once in a while, there's the ocassional octave chord, and vocals from Post-Emo Indie Rock had the valid element of emo music, which consists of drawn out phrases with very detailed, emotionally-charged lyrics with ironically light and poppy singing. The band Sunny Day Real Estate came up with the original 'post-hardcore meets emocore at an indie rock show' type of sound. By 1999, this type of music had achieved a fan base much larger than any original emo. You are most likely familiar with this type of emo.

Post-Emo Indie Rock bands : Sunny Day Real Estate, Promise Ring, Mineral, Getup Kids, Jets To Brazil, Cap'n Jazz, Joan of Arc

'Emo,' Styles and Screams, Oh My!

Now, we're onto bands that are commonly percieved as being emo but, really, are nothing close to the genre. Many people believe that emo bands consist of sappy love/girlfriend lyrics, high vocals and screams with distorted riffs. Usually, that's not the case. Out of the mainstream 'emo' bands up on the waves today, Thursday is the closest you will ever come to experiencing real emo music unless you search for the mentioned bands above. Just because a pop-punk band adds screams to their music does not mean that they have magically changed genres. Granted, emo is a subgenre of punk rock, but pop-punk is also its own subgenre and screams alone won't change its entire makeup. Lyrics play a big role in any genre, but lackluster love songs about ex-lovers doesn't really show much for emo music, either. Many early emo bands didn't only sing about love, but also about politics, religion and even automobiles. There was a wide variety of topics, and while love has always been a central subject matter for music, it wasn't always love for emo.

Bands like Senses Fail, The Early November, AFI, Rufio, Dashboard Confessional, Bright Eyes, Story of the Year, Death Cab for Cutie, The Postal Service, From Autumn to Ashes, Yellowcard, Brand New and the like are commonly referred to as emo bands, but usually the case is that they've got emotional lyrics and songs but the music doesn't match it. Brand New is an amazing band, many will agree, but their first album was a pop-punk album, and their latest release has a strong indie-rock sound. Story of the Year and Yellowcard are nothing more than pop-punk bands. Story of the Year adds screams, big deal; metal has screams but that doesn't mean the band is an emo band. I hope you can see where I'm going with this. Dashboard Confessional is pop-rock, nothing more and certainly nothing less. Chris's first two releases could be considered indie-rock but that's the extent. Death Cab for Cutie is an indie-rock band, along with The Postal Service and Bright Eyes. From Autumn to Ashes isn't close to emo or even screamo, which they're commonly referred to as. They're an alternative metal band.

Another misconception is that emotional lyrics make up an emo band. Isn't rap music emotional? Go listen to some Shakur and Bone Thugs; that's very emotional but they're not in emo bands. Emotional lyrics account for roughly 10% of the entire piece, you've got the musicianship and scene/style (of music) to account for, too.

Onto the styles: trucker hats, girl pants, shaggy (jet-black) hair, Saucony shoes and lip rings don't make up the style. That's what people refer to as 'fashioncore' and 'mallcore' styles. Ever seen pictures of Fugazi and Sunny Day Real Estate? I don't see jet-black hair or girl pants...but then you look at Senses Fail, Early November and Story of the Year and there are those elements.

With aforementioned bands having heavy rotation on MTV and the radio, the 'emo' scene has become a major demographic market (hence the 'emo style'). All of those bands have zero real connection to the original scene, and it's heartbreaking to see that.

So....there you go. Now you know it.

Onto something else


I FEEL LIKE CRAP

I threw up 4 times last night even when there was absolutly nothing in my stomach. It was horrible. I still feel like poo, and I had midterms today. Tomorrow I was planning on just hanging out with friends for make up day which I didnt need to be in for. But noooo now I have to go and make up all this stuff :'( At least we get out at 12:30.

go check out my other website...cause Im cool like that and have two :o


         So deep that it didnt even bleed and catch me off gaurd red handed....

                                      Zindy

Posted at Wednesday, January 19, 2005 by your myspace whore
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1.12.2005
orange.juice

Its been a long time guys. A very long time. Or it seems. So sorry I couldnt update sooner, it feels as if im never completing my duties as a blogger hah. So anyway since ive got a digi now I take alot of pictures which I shall post here and on xanga...give me your imput. It'd be greatly appreciated

I took this earlier today [yesterday] during 5th perioud after it started to snow



Oh wow...thats me and my favorite little buddy



...Nikole didnt want her picture taken, but I think it shows awesome movement...



Nathan... *Nikoles boyfriend*



Me on my road when it was still snowing as I got home from school



My twin Krissy and our friend Becca



Oh god...guys this is what I look like 4 minutes after I wake up...



And this is my favorite little buddy giving me a kiss...



And this is Becca, looking at the ceiling in the 6 building hallway



    I think Im sick. I feel this hunk of whatever the hell it is in the back of my throat. I think I may have mono again. Blech. Anyway...its 2:39 in the morning and Im just sitting her...updating.

So lets see whats happened,
-New Years Eve sucked
-Ive got a job
-Went to the movies...Ill expand on that
-and things that I cant remember right now.

Im suffering from mild insomnia. *shrugs* ooooh well.

    New Years Eve....So I go to a party for my youth group thing because I havent been there in awhile to go see Josiah because he asked me to come and visit him cause I havent seen him forever. Well whatadda ya know, hes not there. Hes in Jersey with the Bruno's. :( Trevors here from Haiti on break I suppose, Suzanna is on break from college and theres 10 or so other people I dont assocaite with. I used to. Then I probably got annoying or something. Im big on being an annoyance to people. So my whole night consisted on playing with my camera, sitting and staring at people, making glitter stars for a pagent, and then watching Trevor make home made bombs with the match tips used to light our sparklers. Trevor grew like 4 feet and his hair is now long and shaggy. He looks like a blonde mop. Its the sex. Then I was picked up...went to the hotel...and crashed. Fun? I think it was far from it.

     My job. Data processing. I can bring in $ 100 a day if I want. Its a contract job and for those who dont speak technicalities it means the work I get done tells me how much money I make, not by how many hours I put in. Rock on.

   Ooooo the movies...your going to have to go to my xanga for this one, but I think Im going to try to go to sleep...so Ill post in my xanga a little later.

                        my tummy just gurgled at you,


                                       -Zindy

Posted at Wednesday, January 12, 2005 by your myspace whore
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12.28.2004
Wow.silence.now.is.mandatory

WOW....I feel like the biggest jerk thats basically ever lived. I lied...so...much...and now I wont get my trust back. I wont lie ever again from this point on im making a pact with myself.

All I hear in my head over and over is "Kaity why...I mean what the fuck...how could you. Everythings messed up...you shouldof told the truth from the beginning...but no...you didnt." I dont beleive I did what I did. I lost the person Ive loved more than anything...and if any of you knew about me and Sean...yeah...I love him WAY more than that. And yes its possible. I am a self consious inconsiderit (sp mmhmkaythanksbye i know) selfish lying probing self centered typical teen of america white trash elitist fucking moron...and I wish I could of changed it. I love him...more than anything. And I promised I was something I wasnt...and...now when I promise it means nothing. I really cant stand myself. Im going to get over it soon enough..and well move on, and I get my second chance. But what if I slip up. What if I forget to clear something up. Im going through everything in my mind over and over and I dont know what else I could stop refraining from being considerate and clearing up my lies. And now I know...this is why I never used to lie. BECAUSE IT RUINS YOUR LIFE DAMNIT. He says its okay...and I know it will be. But what if he thinks im just not okay enough to move on...and I am. He might go and meet someone else to love..what if he does. Gawsh. Okay...yeah Im gonna die. I want to like...lay down...wake up a month and a half ago...restart everything...and tell the truth. But no I cant and now all I can do is lay down, fall asleep and just live in my dreams. Because thats the only place thats safe right now. And no...probably not. Those are poisoned too arent they. Mahn I suck.

My stratacaster should be arriving soon since my amp came.

             Love is just a phone call away and I dont have 50 cents

     
                -Zindy

Posted at Tuesday, December 28, 2004 by your myspace whore
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12.26.2004
Let.It.Snow.Let.It.Snow.Let.It.Snow

   Alright heres the deal...Im cleaning my room...So my puter is currently downstiars in my old room. How gay. Im basically moving everything that was my aunts into boxes and whatnot and flinging them down the stairs making a g i a n t mess in which I will play in and not clean up. Okay no I lie. Im stacking them downstairs and then after moving furtiture around bringing the puter upstiars and hooking it up after I find that cable splitter. *shrugs*

   Heres how Christmas went...Well Christmas Eve was spent with Krissy and since she told all the people coming to her families Christmas party I was coming they all went out and bought me presents. How sweet. Aunt Joan (her aunt) bought me this
-AWESOME looking necklace with coloured silver hearts
-whole bunches of makeup
-three candy canes (even though I dont fancy them much)
"Dad" got me
-blue slippers
Kris got me
-Much neede eyeliner ect ect
-polish
-bracelet
I know its not much but its okay I didnt mind. When I left for Krissy's I know I only had two of the 54 presents under the tree belonging to me. The rest were for my incessently annoying little monsters...so I was dissapointed. But THEN on CHRISTMAS DAY I can home for a couple hours from Krissy's and Michelle (mother) Doug (fiance) and Ben (younger brother) came home from my mums place and had tons of presents for me and my aunt came home two seconds later with a whole hefty bag for me (hah she favors me...I win you lose fuckers) and heres what I got...that I can remember..:
-Green bath stuff (oils, salts, scrubbers, soaps)
-Chocolate bath stuff ( same as ^^^^)
-DIGITAL CAMERA HAH I WIN AGAIN
-Poster
-TONS AND TONS OF EYELINERS AND COOL SHINY STUFF...makeup kits basically...I just want the eyeliner...I dont wear foundation and pounds of makeup *blech* (and NO im not some crazy wearing black eyeliner gothic depressed child)
-A turle keychain thingy bobber
-Uhhh...more stuff thats exciting that i cant remember
-OOOHH...$75 to art supply warehouse
-$50 to westport pizzera (Thats TEN flippin italian salads)
-$75 for Bob's
-whatever amount for clairs...ew
-oh and I got like....shaving cream in my shocking, wtf, I think this year we ran short on stocking stuffers
-AND AND AND ANDDDDD IM GETTING THE NEW STRATACASTER WITH A WHAMMY BAR AND EVERYTHING FROM FENDER IN A COUPLE DAYS. gawd im so excited.

Yeah...then I went back to Krissy's and had the weirdest trip to the airport to go pick up Nichole (Cousin/neice/aunt)

GO READ IT

www.xanga.com/an_uber_emo_chick





<333333333333
                             -Zindy

Posted at Sunday, December 26, 2004 by your myspace whore
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12.21.2004
Ill.give.you.my.hand.if.you.reach.out.and.grab.it

Friend: "Okay look dont call me if your not going to talk to me and make me listen to you reading the whole time, its stupid...so either talk or dont bother wasting my time"
Me: *silence*

...Hmm, WELL...I would like be all mean and yell back and stuff but im a scrawny little girl who crys sniffles then whipes her nose on her stupid little emo sweater. Hah, thats me! Good ol' Kaity...well you know me as Zindy...but yes.

I sat in McDonalds after Ali, Scott and I went to Saukara's (Japanese restraunt) and I just enjoyed looking and following the little debris on the outside of my eyeball...floating little specs of nothings. It was fun.

Hah this was like two days ago....and I just thought I'd post it or whhhhaaattteva. So yeah...here bitches.


-Zindy

Posted at Tuesday, December 21, 2004 by your myspace whore
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