tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45438201406018031352024-03-05T19:32:45.864-08:00The insane mind of Natashapatrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-81656353841863357192009-08-04T22:23:00.000-07:002009-08-04T22:28:05.271-07:00Yeah... so, I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry.<br /><br />It's just that stupid Blogger won't let me open my own stupid blog hardly ever, so I got a little frustrated with it and gave up.<br /><br />Buuut...<br /><br />I got a Tumblr. And I'm gonna use that from now on because it's more user friendly and it doesn't hate me like Blogger does. So, if you still wanna follow me, you can go to this link: http://fueledbyfobandpanic.tumblr.com/ And check out what else this insane mind has been thinking.<br /><br />Lots of stuff about a new guuuuy. And no, he's not my boyfriend. -__- Yet.<br /><br />So, buh bye, Blogger. Hello, Tumblr!patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-43284217230673600002009-05-23T19:41:00.000-07:002009-05-23T20:17:24.514-07:00Oh, how it's been so long. I'm so sorry I've been gone.Hello, my freaks of nature. By the way, if you hadn't noticed, I quoted We're So Starving by Panic At The Disco. With a few changed words, of course.<br /><br />Anywho... I decided to write in here for the hell of it. Why not tell people my thoughts about certain things in life? Whether people read them or not... I don't know.<br /><br />Does anyone else get a little day dreamy walking around in Lowes or Home Depot? It's like, I'll look at all these different appliances and such and pick out what I'd want in MY house. In my dream house. It seems silly, I know, since I won't be moving into a house of my own for quite a while, but... you know, I can't help but dream. My head is in the clouds 90-95% of the time, anyway. Maybe that's why I have such bad memory.<br /><br />So, something totally epic happened today. And possibly life changing. Today... I got my first pair of Converse. Picture of me wearing them riiiight here: <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4GsaBqYvxYXkt0Bjjgru_GG3D509F73S-gWmCosF5VWt3PWY8WT4sjQt5BrL1VyvjHY0tPlY2B9BvY8T9l6p0cYK0xtoBgK1ycLVAEmhRzzhWE35vF9U3ZhyphenhyphenjtA73evJMWnJZ0ZrUwajf/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4GsaBqYvxYXkt0Bjjgru_GG3D509F73S-gWmCosF5VWt3PWY8WT4sjQt5BrL1VyvjHY0tPlY2B9BvY8T9l6p0cYK0xtoBgK1ycLVAEmhRzzhWE35vF9U3ZhyphenhyphenjtA73evJMWnJZ0ZrUwajf/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339220359310890114" /></a><br /><br />Awesome, right? I love the look of the classic black. THANK YOU, GRANDMA.<br /><br />Short blog today. Don't feel like talking to a blank space of nothingness. More blogs later, peeps. Be patient. Because my blogs are <em>totally</em> on popular demand. Pfft.<br /><br />Peeeace, loooove, and Paaaatrick.patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-86627184870812531772009-04-17T22:11:00.000-07:002009-04-17T22:29:44.496-07:00Now selling advice.Okay, you all know how "wise" I am, right? Well, to be absolutely fair, I will share my wisdom with you each time I write in this... more so than usual. I'll have at least one life lesson in each one, which will of course have it's own story. I learn the hard way, unfortunately. I don't get good advice from people, only myself. Lucky you, I have two today. <br /><br />1. If someone is participating in something called Day Of Silence, don't bother them with stupid questions.<br /><br />Story: Today, I did participate in DOS. For those of you that don't know about it, it's basically for gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgender rights. My friend told me about it this morning and I thought it was a good idea. So, I went through almost ALL of the day, completely silent (except when I had to yell at my teacher about something), and then HE comes along. Andrew, my friend who says he's not gay but really kind of is. Now, he talks CONSTANTLY. Which, I get annoyed with. But it's particularly annoying when you're trying to keep quiet. I was in Biology with him and despite the fact that I politely showed him my note that I chose not to speak today FOR A GOOD CAUSE, he still insisted on asking me dumb questions. He claims that he "kept forgetting" that I was doing this, but what person is THAT forgetful? So, several times, I had to break my silence to answer his dumbass questions, which really pissed me off. The thing only lasted during school ours and I was <em>so</em> close! But then HE had to come along and ruin it. So, people, what I'm trying to say is DO NOT speak to a person who chooses not to speak. Especially if it's a good cause.<br /><br />2. Be conscious of the other people around you in the movie theatre.<br /><br />Story: I went to see Sunshine Cleaning today. And, I was patiently waiting for the movie to start and then here comes this couple walking in. The lady, she decides to plop down RIGHT NEXT TO ME, even though there were five open seats so she could've scooted over. But nooooo, just sat right next to me. Hasn't anyone sent her to MTES (Movie Theatre Ettiquette School)? So, then the lady, who I will call Chatty Cathy (you'll see why soon), starts eating popcorn. SHE CHEWS WITH HER MOUTH OPEN. And she crunched soooo fucking loud! My mom, who was sitting right next to me, could even hear her. And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the movie started. This is where Tommy Talks-a-Lot comes in (her husband or whatever). He was the first one to belt out some sort of strangled laughter when something only sort of funny happened. And she followed suit, also having an equally obnoxious and loud laugh. Worst thing is, they laughed at parts that weren't funny! Like, this one part where an old lady lost her husband to suicide. They, for some reason, thought this was funny and started hackling and carrying on. How in the hell is that funny? Same thing happened when a house was burned down. Laughter. And here's where I almost completely lost it. THEY DID THE LOUD WHISPER THING. It'd be like, <em>"Who is that?!" "That's the mother!" "Ohhhhh!"</em> Just being loud as hell! How am I supposed to enjoy a movie when all this is happening? Luckily, I did like the movie and I was actually able to pay attention despite their attempts of trying to piss me off. I was THIS CLOSE to needing the Sunshine Cleaners.<br /><br />I guess that's all for today. There will be more wisdom, I promise. Peace, love, and Patrick. ♥patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-18700968639635118942009-04-10T23:08:00.000-07:002009-04-10T23:29:10.094-07:00Panic At The Disco doesn't eat nails for breakfast and tacks for snacks. But Patrick Stump does.Can you believe that I'm back on this thing again? Absolutely amazing! Right now, I have that pealing face mask on and this time I didn't forget to <strong>not</strong> put it on my eyebrows. Yay for me.<br /><br />So, I was reading Alex Evans' blog again and his most recent one is about him hitting over one million different viewers. And about how happy he is that people actually care about what he had to say. Well, Alex, that is a lot of people, but I can give you three reasons why you have so many viewers. One, you're famous. Two, you're famous. And three, you're fucking famous! Now, I'm not saying this out of hatred towards him or anything, I just think it's funny that he's surprised about it. Did I mention that he was absolutely gorgeous?<br /><br /><br />Has anyone heard about a new Fall Out Boy music video coming out? I heard from someone that they shot a video in England for She's My Winona. I really hope it's true because I absolutely loooove that song. It's one of my favorites. Though, it's really hard to pick a favorite off Folie A Deux because all of the songs are so amazing. But anyway, if there is a video, I cannot wait until it comes out. I hope there's even more Patrick in this one. :)<br /><br />Oh, God, I just thought of something. The other day on Oprah, there was this show about parents having the sex talk with their kids. My mom and I already had this talk, so I thought we'd be okay watching it. Well... not quite. Of course, they just <em>had</em> to say that parents should have a more detailed talk with their parents about sex. And, they said that you should bring up VIBRATORS. Fucking vibrators! Like I want my mom to hand me a vibrator and say, "Okay, go into your room for a half an hour and have fun." I reeeeally hope she doesn't. I would fucking die. I NEVER talk about sex with my mom. I just get my information from the internet and my older friends on Facebook. Like, my wife, Trinity, is very helpful in that area. She's a nurse and she's also experienced in that area. So, why would I need mom? Ugh, and then she had to ask if I had any questions. I just kept my head down and said no. Thank God, she dropped the subject. I guess my mom would be an expert on sex considering how many guys she's fucked. Her list is probably a mile long. It's disgusting.<br /><br />I was home sick today. Still throwing up and all that. But hey, at least that got me a whopping five day weekend. Best thing is, I got to talk to Trinity a lot these past two days. We talk everyday. Even though she lives in Canada, she's like my best friend. Or pretty much like the older sister I never had. Did I mention she's twenty? I know, it's weird for a fourteen year old to talk to a twenty year old, but we get along really well. Besides, I have older friends than her anyway. I'm very mature for my age, which is why I don't have many friends in my age group. And I have no problem with that. Older friends means better advice.<br /><br />Well, I better peel this shit off my face now. I can barely move my mouth. Peace, Love, and Patrick.patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-85667981362769105582009-04-09T10:29:00.000-07:002009-04-10T23:07:56.791-07:00Read me.I haven't written in this thing in a while, but I guess I might as well start. Not that anyone cares about what I have to say. Anyway...<br /><br />I was browsing the internet and I found some fan site for a guy named Alex Evans. He's about 18 and lives in Canada. What he's famous for, I don't know. He's in some band, but nothing special, I guess. He has a blog you might have heard of. <a href="http://alexevans.net/?page_id=2">http://alexevans.net/</a> (click the link!) This guy... he's a real mystery to me. I'd like to know how he got famous besides this clothing line he apparently has. Why do people like him so much? Now, the reason why he facinates me is because I see his pictures every single time I type in the word 'emo' in Google.<br /><br />When I first saw his picture, I thought he was some random emo guy. And, by the way, he is absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful blue eyes, dark brown to black hair, nice lips... just a picture perfect kinda guy. I'd like to talk to him one day. It probably won't happen, but it'd be nice. He sounds kinda like me, actually. Likes things to be simple, doesn't get along with a lot of people, too mature for our age... you'd think we were the same person. <br /><br />Hm, but what if he thinks I'm too immature for him? I highly doubt he would as I have like 20- 30 something year olds as my friends on Facebook, but still... I can be a tad immature when I'm extremely bored. If I do ever talk to him, I just hope I don't screw it up...<br /><br />In other news, I am really getting into a little film I'd like to call The Moustachette. You may have heard of it. It's written and directed by Patrick Stump (loooove), he also stars in the film along with Ryan Key from Yellowcard and Pete Wentz. Now, when I heard that he was in this film (not a movie, a film), I was already in. But when I saw the trailer... now I know for sure that I want to see it. It looks fantastic! Here's the link to the trailer if you haven't seen it already: http://moustachette.com/blog/<br /><br />I would've just embedded the trailer, but my computer is being uberly gay and won't let me view my site because I put it on there. So annoying. Sorry about that.<br /><br />Looks great, eh? I don't know about you, but I'm excited. But the thing is, it's not going to be in theatres. BUT, it will be in various film festivals. So, if you want to see it, you better contact the nearest film festival and try to convince them to show it. Either that, or you can wait until the DVD comes out. I don't think I can wait that long.<br /><br />So, you know that Twitter I was complaining about? Well, first of all, that's a fake Patrick (duh), and secondly... now I'm addicted to Twitter. Like, seriously, I'm on it almost all the time. Now, Patrick doesn't have a Twitter, but Pete, Joe, and Andy have one. Just look for petewentz, trohman, and FUCKCITY and you'll have them. Not to mention thisisryanross, brendonuriesays, amazondotjon, and thespencersmith. That's right, Panic At The Disco is now on Twitter. Do you still have a reason not to get a Twitter? I didn't think so. They also have all of My Chemical Romance, Cobra Starship, and much much more. Now, I'm a Twittering fool. Now, if only Patrick would get his ass on there...<br /><br />Guess that's all for now. Don't want to talk too much. Now, I must go Facebook and Twitter like a maniac.patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-10586288889801493702009-02-03T17:09:00.000-08:002009-02-03T17:51:42.405-08:00This proves that I'm truly bored...Let's play this game (called when you catch fire...). I will write down the alphabet and then write the first word or phrase that I think of.<br /><br />A- Anyone can dance... except me.<br /><br />B- Brendon is fine as hell!<br /><br />C- Crap, I still have to practice the violin.<br /><br />D- Duh duh duh.... Mom. D:<br /><br />E- Excellent... I have chapstick!<br /><br />F- Fall Out Boy rocks my socks!<br /><br />G- Great googly moogly.<br /><br />H- Hell is not as bad as it seems.<br /><br />I- I wanna scream "I love you" at the top of my lungs.<br /><br />J- Jello is not my dessert choice. XP<br /><br />K- Kangaroo Jack.<br /><br />L- Llama llama llama llama llama llama llama!!!<br /><br />M- Mmmmm.... Ryan. :9<br /><br />N- Nom nom nom, chewin' on a Patrick bulge cookie. <br /><br />O- Old people are cool... especially when they make you things.<br /><br />P- PATRICK STUMP IS SEXXXXXXXXXXAY!!!<br /><br />Q- Quack quack, I'm a cow!<br /><br />R- Ryan Ross... Mmmmm....<br /><br />S- Stumpford wives. :D<br /><br />T- Try being me for one day and see how hard it is to stay sane.<br /><br />U- Uhm-brrr-ella ella ella aye aye aye.<br /><br />V- Visit me at the Fall Out Boy Insane Assylum.<br /><br />W- Wow, I have a big puppy next to me on the couch!<br /><br />X- X is a hard letter.<br /><br />Y- Yummay, I love the FOB and PATD boys.<br /><br />Z- ZEEEEEEEBRAAAAAHHHH!!!!!<br /><br />Okay, songs. Some I like, some don't.<br /><br />A- A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"- Fall Out Boy<br /><br />B- But It's Better If You Do- Panic At The Disco<br /><br />C- Camisado- Panic At The Disco<br /><br />D- Dance Or Die- Family Force 5<br /><br />E- Everybody Get Up- Salt-N-Peppa (My mom thought of this...)<br /><br />F- Fabulous- High School Musical 2 (I know, I could've done better...)<br /><br />G- Golden- Fall Out Boy<br /><br />H- Hold On- Avril Lavigne<br /><br />I- I Write Sins, Not Tragedies- Panic At The Disco<br /><br />J- Janie's Got A Gun- Aerosmith<br /><br />K- Kids Of America- Kim Wilde (That was on Dance Dance Revolution...)<br /><br />L- Lullaby- Fall Out Boy (Awww... best song on Folie A Deux!)<br /><br />M- Moving Pictures- Fall Out Boy<br /><br />N- Never Too Late- Three Days Grace<br /><br />O- Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued- Fall Out Boy<br /><br />P- Pavlove- Fall Out Boy<br /><br />Q- (This is the only song I could think of) Quit Playing Games With My Heart- Backstreet Boys<br /><br />R- Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over- Fall Out Boy<br /><br />S- Saturday- Fall Out Boy<br /><br />T- The (Shipped) Gold Standard (Yay!)<br /><br />U- Umbrella (ella ella...)<br /><br />V- Vogue- Madonna (Strike a pose...)<br /><br />W- w.a.m.s.<br /><br />X- (This is hard.) X- Girlfriend- Family Force 5<br /><br />Y- Yule Shoot Your Eye Out- Fall Out Boy<br /><br />Z- Zero- Hawk Nelson<br /><br />This was really hard. I had to look up a lot of them. But I know all of the songs, just so you know.<br /><br />Okay, that was enough fun for one day. I think I'm done here.patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-52967613654202820352009-01-26T20:19:00.000-08:002009-01-26T20:39:04.309-08:00Well, this is just sad...Okay, why do I bother writing on this blog when no one reads it? Come on, people, throw me a freakin' bone here! <br /><br />I know why I write here. Because I can say whatever I want. Like, fuck you! And, kiss my ass! Uhm, and I fucked Brendon Urie! Yeah, that's right, I said it. It's not true, but I said it. Oh, and I'm gonna kick your ass! Yep, that's right. I'm gonna kick your ass! Oooo, I bet your scared now. Are you sweatin' bullets? I bet you are.<br /><br />Well, that was... stupid...<br /><br />Stupid blog, I should be writing my story (if my stupid flash drive would cooperate with me!). <br /><br />Oh, I know what I should do. I'm gonna post my story that I posted on facebook and ficwad. Heehee, Brendon read it (well, part of it) and said it was icky. And he said some things about seeing Ryan's penis and he said, "What, I haven't touched it lately."...... Wow, that's really giving my mind dirty thoughts. Mmmm... Ryden dirty (another thing he said. XD).<br /><br />Well, here it is: What a Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy.<br /><br />Brendon and Ryan One-shot. You know you love 'em. :)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />"Him." I whispered. I was laying on my bed. But there was no one beside me. Just that taunting picture of him that never left my side.<br /><br />Everything about him, from his big chocolate brown eyes to his soft warm lips, I just can't get out of my mind.<br /><br /><em>Out of my mind.</em> That's one way to describe myself. Maybe even insane. But it's not my fault. It's his.<br /><br />He made me feel this way, he's the one who makes my heart ache like it caught on fire, and he's the one that left me like this. <em>Alone.</em><br /><br />I'm sure he didn't mean to do it. After all, I am his "best friend".<br /><br />I laughed, thinking about what he said to me at his wedding.<br /><br />"Ryan, no matter what happens, I'll always love you."<br /><br />That would've meant something to me. If he wasn't drunk.<br /><br />How long has it been since I've seen him? A month? A year? I looked over at my calendar.<br /><br /><em>Two days.</em> Damn, I could've sworn it had been longer than that. We don't spend enough time together. Only once a week.<br /><br />How can I stay away from the love of my life for 313 days and 1,144 hours out of the year?<br /><br />I had to call him. Just to hear his voice. I might even hang up after he says hello.<br /><br />Picking up the phone, I dialed his number that I had memorized by heart.<br /><br /><em>Ring one. Ring two. Ring three.</em> And shortly after the third ring, he answered breathlessly.<br /><br />"Hello?"<br /><br />I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "H-hey, Brendon."<br /><br />"Hey, Ryan, how are you?" He asked warmly. God, he made the most simple phrase sound like something dirty.<br /><br />"I'm fine. Um, do you want to do something tonight? I know it's not friday, but-"<br /><br />He cut me off. "Of course, I always have time for you. Where do you want to go?"<br /><br />My heart pounded with excitement and absolute terror. "Um, I don't know, where do you want to go?"<br /><br />"Well, we could go to a bar or something." He suggested. I frowned, thankful that he couldn't see it. A bar is too noisy, no privacy at all. I wanted to actually enjoy my moments with Brendon.<br /><br />"How about we go somewhere more quiet?" I hoped that he would go for it.<br /><br />He stayed silent, though I could practically hear him thinking. I prayed for him to suggest something more romantic.<br /><br />"What about a movie? That's always fun."<br /><br />I grinned. Perfect. "Sounds great! Uh, how about I meet you there in about an hour?"<br /><br />"Yeah, an hour would be great."<br /><br />We exchanged our goodbyes, and I quickly hung up the phone. I had to get ready. Because as of now, I am in my pajamas and I haven't taken a shower in two days.<br /><br />I turned the water on, letting it get nice and hot before I got in. The harshness of it burned my skin, but I ignored it, pouring liquid soap onto a washcloth. I made sure to wash every single inch of my body, covering myself with the strongest smelling soap I could find.<br /><br />After I rinsed, I got out and immediately started to blow dry my hair. I looked at the clock on my phone.<br /><br />3:15. Shit, I only have 45 minutes before I have to be there.<br /><br /> After my hair was completely dry, I rushed to my closet to pick out something to wear. Unfortunately, I hadn't done laundry in a while.<br /><br />I finally settled on jeans and a sweater, not wanting to be too dressed up.<br /><br />I checked my hair in the mirror one last time before I left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />My heart felt like it was going to explode and my tongue started to swell. This happened every time I was expecting to see him. <em>Why was I so nervous? He's my best friend. I shouldn't feel so...</em><br /><br /><em>Scared.</em> I feel scared. Why? I have no idea.<br /><br />Before I was mentally stable, I was there, sitting in the parking lot.<br /><br /><em>Okay, Ross, get it together. Remember, he's your friend. Your best friend.</em><br /><br />I stepped out of the car and made my way to the entrance of the theater. <em>He</em> was standing by the front door.<br /><br />"God, he looks so beautiful." I muttered under my breath. He had on a fitted t-shirt and a jacket on. Not to mention his skin tight jeans.<br /><br />When he saw me, he smiled, and I forgot how to breath. It was when he said hi when I took in the cold December air, making me cough.<br /><br />"Hi, Brendon." I choked out, still coughing a little.<br /><br />He patted my back. "Hey, Ryan. Are you okay?"<br /><br />I looked into his worried eyes. I couldn't believe that he actually cared. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go in before my lungs get frost bite."<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />With drinks and a tub of popcorn between us, the movie started. I wasn't sure what movie we were watching, but it was something that Brendon wanted to see.<br /><br />No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't concentrate on the movie. My mind, his body, were distracting me. I stared down at his arm that was at his side, begging him silently to come a little closer, just enough to come in contact with mine. He didn't move.<br /><br />I sighed, giving up. <em>Might as well enjoy the movie.</em> I thought. My stomach growled. I reached for the popcorn, not taking my eyes away from the screen. I felt something big and warm in the tub. I grabbed it, looking down. It was Brendon's hand. I quickly released it, blushing deeply. Out of the corner of my eye, I could've sworn that I saw him smirking.<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />Stepping outside, I felt snowflakes tickle my face. Looking up, I saw the little white specks falling from the black sky.<br /><br />"It's snowing." Brendon said, looking up at the sky with me.<br /><br />I nodded. "Yeah, it is. It's very pretty."<br /><br />"You sure are." He breathed into my ear.<br /><br />I froze. Did he say what I think he said? "What?"<br /><br />He didn't respond. But what he did do was press his soft warm lips against mine. My heart pounded, my body numb. His tongue begged for entrance inside my mouth, and I let it, parting my lips slightly. Though it was cold, I was starting to get over-heated.<br /><br />I moaned quietly in protest when he pulled his lips away. His forehead rested on mine and both of us were breathing heavily. He kissed me lightly on my lips. "Do you love me?"<br /><br />"I, uh-" I stammered.<br /><br />"I said do you love me?" He repeated, demanding an answer.<br /><br />A tear rolled down my cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb. "Yes, Brendon, I do."<br /><br /> He pulled me into a tight hug, kissing my temple. He pulled away and took my hand, walking me towards my car. It was warm and inviting, I didn't want to let it go when we reached our destination.<br /><br />Pressing me against the car, he kissed me again, making it last a little longer than the previous one. Once again, my heart thumped wildly and my stomach flipped flopped.<br /><br /><em>How does he make me feel this way? I thought I was insane before, but nothing compares to how insane I am now. I actually thought that he loved me back.</em> I chuckled, the thought tickling me.<br /><br />Brendon lifted his lips from mine and stared at me with a confused look. "What's so funny?"<br /><br />I giggled. "Nothing, it's just that-" I swallowed. "I keep thinking that you love me back, when I know you don't."<br /><br />He frowned, a line creasing in his forehead. I felt him remove his arms from my waist and he used his hands to put on my shoulders. "Ryan, you have no idea how much I love you. I always have. Every time I look at you, my heart does this little flutter thing. I've never felt this way about anyone before."<br /><br />"But what about... <em>her?"</em> I asked.<br /><br />He shrugged. "What about her?"<br /><br />"B-but, don't you love her?" I stammered. I was extremely confused.<br /><br />He was about to say something, then paused. "I don't know, I guess. But I only married her because, well, I hoped that would take my mind off of you. So far, it hasn't worked."<br /><br />I opened my mouth to speak, but he put a single finger on my lips. "We'll be together. I don't know how, but we will."<br /><br />He opened up my car door and helped me inside. Looking up at him, I begged him with my eyes not to leave. I couldn't bare the thought of going back to my house again. Alone.<br /><br />He sighed, walking to the other side of the car. Now that both of us were in the car, I turned on the engine and drove back to my house, snowflakes still falling through the sky. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />THE END<br /><br />Do you likey? I bet you do! Because it's fabulously well written (I've had a LOT of practice) and come on, it's a Rydon story! Well, I guess that's all for now. I really need to get to bed and actually get some sleep. Last night, I only got like three hours of sleep.<br /><br />Ciao (Something Brendon would say)<br /><br />P.S.- I'm so happy for Patrick and him getting the reviewing job with Rolling Stone. Though Brendon is extremely hot, he doesn't compare to Patrick. Not only is Patrick sexy, he is also EXTREMELY talented (not that Bdon isn't talented). Oh, speaking of Bdon, I also want to say congrats to him and his engagement. Though I am very sad that he is off the market for good, I'm still happy for him and I wish him the best of luck. Another good thing about Patrick: HE'S FREAKING SINGLE!!! :DDD (I think.)patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-14039861650916687372008-12-29T21:16:00.001-08:002008-12-29T22:24:53.456-08:00~~~~~ The HOT list ~~~~~<div>Well, I had to do this sometime. Especially since I have nothing to rant about. Which is a good thing. </div><br /><div>I am puting up a list of my favorite hotties from my favorite bands. It's a short list, but oh boy, are they hot! I'll go backwards.</div><div><div><br /><div>7. Joe Trohman- Guitarist of Fall Out Boy.</div><br /><div>He can be a hottie hot hottie, that's for sure. But he'd be higher on my list if he'd shaved and cut his hair more often. I like the Jew fro, but sometimes it gets so big that it's scary. But he's still awesome none the less, so I thought he deserved a spot on the list.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqb6jkTf6vbf3FMMRgj_8hq4OpzybTxv3tKfXZwdejP7D2daIwsRZaezCdTHZ2ZsOaCp0Al_8ntjhua9DwM9uf0ntej9Q_9JvKIEAuoM6YHJCjdILHNeHHoMJXS8450lWbTlYBJGl0bjV/s1600-h/Joe+Trohman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449830739727074" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqb6jkTf6vbf3FMMRgj_8hq4OpzybTxv3tKfXZwdejP7D2daIwsRZaezCdTHZ2ZsOaCp0Al_8ntjhua9DwM9uf0ntej9Q_9JvKIEAuoM6YHJCjdILHNeHHoMJXS8450lWbTlYBJGl0bjV/s320/Joe+Trohman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>6. Billie Joe Armstrong- Lead guitarist and singer of Green Day.</div><br /><div>I never really noticed his hotness until recently, but when I did.... wow. He is one hot guy. He's a little old, but he makes old look good. Plus, I love Green Day. So, there yah go.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1ba2chh-vI3UGxIn-tGeOLI2HlskuijJN-SJ9BmlSxBtfwdkN3ESeZzPuh30NUasl1P8b2J0LHGfde2eK5t_qU2Q2bHQCBkFTfdqETJcuS6TC261o6MUbj_hUnZW2cdo5nl5zLjHeW6t/s1600-h/Billy+Joe+Armstrong.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450349250664578" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1ba2chh-vI3UGxIn-tGeOLI2HlskuijJN-SJ9BmlSxBtfwdkN3ESeZzPuh30NUasl1P8b2J0LHGfde2eK5t_qU2Q2bHQCBkFTfdqETJcuS6TC261o6MUbj_hUnZW2cdo5nl5zLjHeW6t/s320/Billy+Joe+Armstrong.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>5. Jon Walker- Bassist of Panic At The Disco.</div><br /><div>Wow, he is super hot. I don't know much about him, but as far as I know, he's a decent bassist. And well, he's really really hot. I cut points off, though because he doesn't shave enough. Not a big fan of the hobo look.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXA61ChvpdKSwxKU3Pay7PMe3ZHlsqnzRUVDA9RCQpP3Uf4qaHYBolIVkiOoaZs401uav8mdzCGWL6g61qfy8oIZslYiTqRI9Twz3lwFpPbgfPGx1mQzctW3ryMinDBLSgCuEqZ0sCLjw/s1600-h/Jon+Walker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285451089451819522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXA61ChvpdKSwxKU3Pay7PMe3ZHlsqnzRUVDA9RCQpP3Uf4qaHYBolIVkiOoaZs401uav8mdzCGWL6g61qfy8oIZslYiTqRI9Twz3lwFpPbgfPGx1mQzctW3ryMinDBLSgCuEqZ0sCLjw/s320/Jon+Walker.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br />4. Ryan Ross- Guitarist and back-up vocals of Panic At The Disco</div><br /><div>This shy hottie not only makes your heart melt at first glance, he also melts your heart at the sound of his voice. On the album Pretty. Odd. , he sang in a few songs and I personally enjoyed them. He has a voice that kinda reminds me of the Beatles. But anyway, I've heard that some people don't like the guyliner look he used to have, but I disagree. He looked smexy. GET YOUR EYELINER BACK ON, RYAN! Oh, and GET YOUR EMO HAIRCUT BACK!!! :D</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WfInK1tTkHIq_R7e2Ga2TGNNQfdrOn6_szu6aiHOoJmUYL26P7cVOGvPhV8cLtPn2OAfENhGTKamjqp0h2cGiv3S5IPC-l1PtdBaHiTxrOuFUfLzzxAZPOQkEnCnDxxPu82p6IN9AYlO/s1600-h/Ryan+Ross.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285452665184019154" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WfInK1tTkHIq_R7e2Ga2TGNNQfdrOn6_szu6aiHOoJmUYL26P7cVOGvPhV8cLtPn2OAfENhGTKamjqp0h2cGiv3S5IPC-l1PtdBaHiTxrOuFUfLzzxAZPOQkEnCnDxxPu82p6IN9AYlO/s320/Ryan+Ross.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>3. Brendon Urie- Lead guitarist and singer of Panic At The Disco</div><div> </div><div>He is the other part of Rydon. His loud, outgoing personality balances Ryan's mild and shy one. Plus, he is also extremely hot. Which is why he's on this list. And don't you love it when he wears glasses? In this picture he isn't, but still. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lGL6ALe4Qi7YRE04Kn59gEIXyxGHDSEwcLBUEtSZLoQoG3JtJafTbNKAucxczyqDwUVWpiNIT8Ve7jMyuSD8lKTFNABoZEeLaKIIS1Gq3ZZ02fVuQlPgnwKD2SkLmuS25TCdx7yEjmzo/s1600-h/Brendon+Urie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285453552396353538" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5lGL6ALe4Qi7YRE04Kn59gEIXyxGHDSEwcLBUEtSZLoQoG3JtJafTbNKAucxczyqDwUVWpiNIT8Ve7jMyuSD8lKTFNABoZEeLaKIIS1Gq3ZZ02fVuQlPgnwKD2SkLmuS25TCdx7yEjmzo/s320/Brendon+Urie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>2. Pete Wentz- Bassist, back-up vocals, and main lyrisist of Fall Out Boy.<br /></div><div>This boy is H-O-T HOT! Not only does he run Decaydance, but he has his own clothing store, Clandenstine Industries. Now a devoted husband to Ashlee Simpson and father of a baby boy named Bronx Mowgli Wentz, he totally deserves number two on my hot list.</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMyjJsyiTkhIPR0ZCokRaOEgOs9cl5VaMy5BMMjiqjxMKee6wJ_2b8MFbNIACzSRtPvS3XbvbgZ1satxvkJj-00geqdOuuoyUhuZckQMlnAlTkZ4N6E53tuc2WWQnyccrGQbp6rSFsbE7/s1600-h/Pete+Wentz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285464330041990306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMyjJsyiTkhIPR0ZCokRaOEgOs9cl5VaMy5BMMjiqjxMKee6wJ_2b8MFbNIACzSRtPvS3XbvbgZ1satxvkJj-00geqdOuuoyUhuZckQMlnAlTkZ4N6E53tuc2WWQnyccrGQbp6rSFsbE7/s320/Pete+Wentz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Who else could possibly be on this already hot list? Well, you better wear some mits because this guy is hotter than all of these guys combined!</div><div> </div><div>1. Patrick Stump- Lead singer, guitarist, and main composer of Fall Out Boy</div><div> </div><div>He is so hot, actually, he should be on the sexy list, but there's not too many guys I know that are sexy. With sexy sideburns and kissable lips, he totally deserves the number one spot on this list. Composer of several bands such as Gym Class Heroes and Cobra Starship, he is a very busy man but still makes time to make his own music. And not only can he sing his own songs, but he can sing R&B too because of his soulful voice. Though he is shy, he is a great performer on stage that gives it his all. Patrick is cute, adorable, hot, sexy, and beautiful all at once!</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDeRSQd-Yx25Jb-d1JTy8qvY-VmWmQL0MbRaNwQKFsd7P-3WCJvsfmp6JiFhJUCl0EX0MNu1PgZT7QsF142zPvO8xy1b_t6bjMn3EOk8j-K0G-pfDJ0S6YVDWKkQ7cm_3NvSpQsU405a6/s1600-h/hat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285462406574565042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDeRSQd-Yx25Jb-d1JTy8qvY-VmWmQL0MbRaNwQKFsd7P-3WCJvsfmp6JiFhJUCl0EX0MNu1PgZT7QsF142zPvO8xy1b_t6bjMn3EOk8j-K0G-pfDJ0S6YVDWKkQ7cm_3NvSpQsU405a6/s320/hat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><div>Well, that's the end of my HOT list. I hoped you enjoyed it. If you thought someone should've been added to the list, comment and tell me.<br /></div></div></div>patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-87235958218675805062008-12-26T22:32:00.000-08:002008-12-26T23:10:33.870-08:00I went through three emotions in one blog entry.I just knew it.<br /><br />I should've known <em>something </em>would go wrong. But I was hopeful.<br /><br />FOD is no more.<br /><br />Why, you ask? Because he's a jackass. I don't want to go into too much detail, but basically this is what happened:<br /><br />He acted like a bitch towards me because of my wife (there's a story to that, haha) writing on his wall (which made me laugh pretty hard). There was some virtual stabbing going on. Haha, I wish it was real.<br /><br />So, my wife commented on one of his notes telling him that he spelled something wrong (which, he did and I would've pointed it out anyway) and called him an idiot and a loser. XD (Go wifey!)<br /><br />The he called her an ugly bitch (*gasp*) and I was like, "Well, you did spell it wrong and it does make you a LOSER".<br /><br />So, shortly after that, he wrote on my wall, "Deleting you..... fat ass." <br /><br />Wow. How original. Pfft, like I haven't heard that before. Honestly, I'm glad he's gone because he's caused nothing but grief lately. I deleted him from Yahoo Messenger and MSN, so he's gone forever. I'm still friends with his friend, though. He's a nice guy and he was surprised that FOD said those things to me and wifey. <br /><br />Haha, and this all happened shortly before Christmas. Talk about a "Merry Christmas, I could care less" moment. (Here's the song if you don't recognize it <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxoRerJwnbs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxoRerJwnbs</a>)<br /><br />But, I really don't want to talk about it anymore, so I'm gonna move on.<br /><br />I got a ton of stuff for Christmas, but my most valued possessions out of the whole pile is my MP3 player, my Fall Out Boy hoodie, my Fall Out Boy backpack, and my Fall Out Boy calendar. Ohhhhh.... my Fall Out Boy stuff is <strong><em>wonderful</em></strong>. I'm in love with it all. In fact, I wore my hoodie today and it came in handy. I'm not usually a big fan of hoodies, but I love this one. And I can't wait until I can carry my backpack (though, the thought of school makes me cringe).<br /><br />I don't want to go to school. I hate it sometimes. The day just drags by and it takes all my energy just to sit in one of those classes. I just feel emotionally and physically tired at school. Like it sucks the life out of me. I don't know...... I've just been tired a lot lately. Like I don't get enough rest. Well, I do wake up sometimes. I'm always either thirsty, or I woke up from a dream that was somehow scary to me.<br /><br />Kinda reminds me of the book New Moon (from the Twilight series). Like Bella, I'm always exhausted and it's probably because I have nothing to look forward to. I don't have a boyfriend, none of my classes are even exciting, and I don't exactly have cool friends to hang out with. Because for some odd reason, a lot of people don't like me. I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong. I probably offend them with my hair and my largeness. Because it totally makes sense to hate someone because of their hair and body shape *said in heavily layered sarcasm*.<br /><br />You see, I hate a lot of people. But I always have a good reason for it. I don't go around hating people because I don't like their hair, or I think their clothes are weird. It's just not the right thing to do. Let's say there's someone who has no friends, dresses kinda funky, and.... uh, has weird glasses (*shrugs*). I'm not gonna hate them because others are against this person for no good reason. If that person is nice to me, I'm not gonna them no matter how weird they are. Same thing with "pretty people". If a guy is attractive or I think a girl is pretty, I'm not gonna automatically like them (well, the guy I'll be interested in). If I find out that they're mean to people (or they're mean to me), then I won't like them. And I'll probably think they're ugly because in my eyes, if someone has a bad personality, the ugliness of the inside shines through. Remember, beauty is only skin deep.<br /><br />I don't know what caused that rant. I just keep typing, my fingers flying away at the keys. There are two things I should be doing right now. Actually, three. I should either sleep, write my story, or read some more on New Moon. I really really <em>really</em> need to get on that story because I haven't written a chapter in God knows how long. It's called <em>My Heart Is On My Sleeve </em>(Pah, as if people even read this blog. It's being used more like a diary). It's fan fiction story about Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump (from Fall Out Boy, duh) and it's kinda like slash. Okay, it is slash. Basically, Pete and Patrick are in a relationship and there is some gay sex involved. Or a lot. But don't worry, there is some heterosexual sex too (not telling you who though). Here's the link if you want to read it. I don't think it's that bad of a read, but depends on what your preference is. <a href="http://ficwad.com/story/110185">http://ficwad.com/story/110185</a><br /><br />Well, I just read a comment that I got on my most recent chapter:<br /><br />ooooo! i started reading your story about 2 hours ago, and i have not left my computer since!your a great writer, i love where this is going. id have to say the sex scenes are awesome :P i know, im creepy :P but anyways... <strong>*laughs*</strong> i cant wait to hear more =]<br /><br />And I must say, I am extremely flattered. That is one of the best reviews I've gotten. Though, I've never gotten a bad one. It makes me happy that someone is so interested in my story that they can't even leave their computer. For a while there, I thought I was doing something wrong. Hmmm... my sex scenes are awesome, aren't they? (Just so you know, I'm talking to myself.... again) I put a lot of effort into them and they've definitly improved since my very first one (which happened in the first chapter. But I had to get the ball rolling somehow!). <br /><br />I should probably go to bed before anything (or anyone) ruffles my feathers, but I must write my prize winning story now. I don't want to disappoint. :)patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-14400533732128590632008-12-19T21:10:00.000-08:002008-12-19T21:46:12.834-08:00All smiles today!I talked to FOD again. I've talked to him a few times actually. Everyday. :)<br /><br />He is so.... amazing. I feel wonderful just talking to him. And there is definitely some flirting going on.<br /><br />Haha, I'm not gonna go into great detail, but here's a little review....<br /><br />Well, I know I've mentioned his video on YouTube. Well, he told me that there were people calling him gay (which is stupid). So, I went on there and basically said, "You guys are just jealous and he has lots of talent". Only with a lot more profanity. XD<br /><br />And we've talked about our lives at school and such.<br /><br />Yesterday, one of the guys that commented on his video, commented on his channel. He said, "How am I gay, you like FOB". Only in caveman language (yes, I translated for you). So he told me, and I went on the guys profile and called him an asshole and all that. Lol, I told him that FOB is f**king awesome and he needs to pull his head out of his ass to see that. Yeah, I'm mean. But only to the people who deserve it. I'm very protective of the people I care about. <br /><br />But then the guy wrote on my channel "You're friend is gay and if he wants to start stuff with me, why doesn't he do it himself?" Or something like that. Yeah, FOD told me this which means he went onto my channel to look at it. ^___^ Which means he's been thinking about me. :D<br /><br />And then for fun, reported the guy's background and profile picture. Then I went ahead and flagged a couple of his videos. And FOD was like, "You're a bad ass.... but I like it." Heehee, I <em>am </em>a bad ass.<br /><br />After that, I asked him how a movie was that he saw today (it was Bolt) and he said it was good. He said Bolt (the dog) was, "Cuuuuttttteeee :3". And I'm like, "Haha, is he as cute as you?"<br /><br />And then he said, "I'm not cute." I'm like, "Yes you are!" And he told me something that really shocked me. "People call me ugly."<br /><br />I'm like, "WTF, ARE THESE PEOPLE BLIND?!" Seriously, he is freakin' adorable. I don't see how anyone could ever say he was ugly. I guess Canadian girls don't have good taste. Well, here's the conversation.<br /><br />ME: Is he as cute as you? Lmao. :3<br />FOD: Lol<br />FOD: Wow.<br />FOD : I'm not cute..<br />ME: Aw, yes you are!<br />FOD : No D:<br />ME: Yes!<br />FOD : I am not.<br />FOD : =/<br />ME: Yes you are! Trust me, I don't lie about things like that.<br />FOD: People call me ugly<br />ME: How could they say that?! Some people are just blind. I don't think you're ugly.<br />FOD : =/<br />FOD : Thanks, but EVERY girl in my school says I am.<br />ME: XP Well, those girls are ugly too. Doesn't matter if they look "pretty" on the outside. They sure do have an ugly inside. My friends say your cute too.<br />ME: Wait, but you're not ugly.<br />ME: You're cute.<br />FOD : K, thanks :P<br />FOD : Whos your friend? :P<br />FOD : Im playing Saturday ^^<br />FOD : :3<br />ME: Lol, my friend is Joy.<br />FOD : Lol ok<br />ME: And I'm playing Pavlove.<br />FOD : I dont have that song :P<br />ME: Okay, well, I have to go to the movie now. Hopefully I'll talk to you tonight. Bye cutie. :P<br />FOD : Bye, cutie :3<br />Natasha Smith: :) :) :)<br />FOD : :D<br /><br />^____________^ He called me cute. God, he is so freaking adorable! During the whole movie and the rest of the time I was gone, I couldn't stop thinking about him. And I was smiling like the whole time. Hell, I'm still smiling. I wish he lived here. We'd be so perfect together. Well, I don't think I'd mind a long distance relationship, but I don't know how he'd feel about it. It's not like he lives in France or anything. We're neighboring countries at least. After high school, he could easily come down here and go to school with me (because there is NO way my mom would pay for me to go to a school in Canada). Look at me, planning ways that we could be together. I don't know... things are starting to get pretty heated! Who knows, maybe all of this <em>will </em>happen and we live happily ever after and have three FOB children. XD<br /><br />Well, I guess that's all for now. I'll probably talk to him tomorrow, so I'll make sure to update. :)<br /><br />♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥<br />Hahaha, see how much I'm feelin' the love?patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-85446954602969115212008-12-17T21:19:00.000-08:002008-12-17T21:55:46.474-08:00A bunch of bad things... but there was ONE good thing... a VERY good thing.I had a concert today. And it was <em>the</em> most attended concert of the year (for West, anyway). And it was utter shit balls.<br /><br />Okay, so it wasn't terrible by any means. Everyone else was good. The jazz band did well, and the Singers did awesome. But there were some... well, not so good parts.<br /><br />First off, most of the choirs didn't do so great. I mean, some of them are pretty tone deaf. But that one group in particular did awesome. <br /><br />The other band.... ugh! It was soooo long and soooo boring. The whole freaking song was 12 minutes and it took them like five minutes to warm up. Who needs a five freaking minute warm up? Yeah... our orchestra group did that BEFORE the concert. Because we're smart like that. It would have been one thing if the song was actually good, but it wasn't exciting at all. It would have been a good lullaby... but I could see the whole audience just drooping in their seats. Well done band, well done. Thanks for warming them up for us.<br /><br />And now for our part. We played two songs at once, then we did another song with the band, the choirs, and the other orchestra. On our first song, today in class, at the last minute, our teacher decided to take out TEN measures so we could "play it safe". Well, that didn't work out very well. I ended up missing part of the song because in my opinion, taking out those ten measures made the song sound like crap. So, second song. My shoulder rest decides to break during the middle of it (again) and I had to keep it in between me and the violin so it wouldn't fall. So, already I was pretty pissed about the whole thing. And then my friend ended up sitting somewhere else so I had to sit next to a stranger and someone I don't even like that much!<br /><br />And the final song. Hallelujah Chorus. The one where every single person plays or sings. I got on that stage and I was so confused. Everyone was running around and I didn't know where to go. And this guy that I don't even KNOW started yelling at me to move the chairs. I swear, I would have moved the chairs.... right up his ass! But all I did was yell at him to not yell at me and then turned around. So, during the song, I couldn't even hear myself play because of all the stupid band people blasting in my ear and I was so cramped up anyway that I could barely move my bow.... ugh, I was just pissed off at the whole thing. I was just glad to get it over with.<br /><br />Okay, there was ONE good thing about the concert. You see, there is this guy (and yes, you can say, "Oh lord, not another boy"). And I've seen him around school a lot. He's in one of the choirs and it doesn't look like he has tons of friends (not saying that he has none though). I saw him in the concert today. And when he got up on stage, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He's just so... I don't know, beautiful, I guess. I don't know how to explain it. I usually don't fall for looks or anything that easily. It's usually personality <em>then </em>looks. That's how my 'crushes' develop, anyway. But I don't know how to explain it. He's just very... very... beautiful. He has this perfect glowing skin and chocolate brown hair and beautiful crystal blue eyes. Not to mention his nice full rosy lips.<br /><br /> He sounds perfect, right? Well, there is just one little perfection. It doesn't phase me at all, but it may be kind of shocking. He kinda... walks a little different. Like one side of him is partially paralyzed or something. He kinda walks with a limp. He gets around well and everything. I've been watching. It's just so weird that someone so perfect could have that kind of imperfection. Like God made him look the most perfect he could be and then gave him that condition just so he could see if anyone would mess with him. I'm just so... facinated with him. I've had crushes, but I've never felt... facinated in them. Like Patrick Stump, I admire him. But I don't see him as this science experiment (bad example, but you get the point) like I do with this guy. It's a shame that I don't even know his name. <br /><br />I would love to talk to him. I don't think I've really heard his voice. All I know is that it has to be fairly deep to be singing the way he did in the concert. You know, I'm surprised that something like that doesn't turn me off of him. I didn't think I'd ever really want to be with someone who had a condition. I guess there's something special about him. <br /><br />Well, it's late and I really need to go to bed. More finals, woo! *said sarcastically*<br /><br />But I'm sure you'll hear more about this guy. I'll let you know when I see him again. I hope it's tomorrow. :)patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-40215050728725559172008-12-15T21:08:00.000-08:002008-12-15T21:39:42.785-08:00Natasha is insanely.... in love?!?!Very troubling title, don't you think?<br /><br />Relax, I'm not <em>REALLY</em> in love.... I don't think. Especially since I've only really started talking to him today. I guess I could kinda tell you what's going on... with my 'love' (enphases on the quotations) life.<br /><br />You see, I meet a lot of friends on Patrick's profile. Fall Out Boy fans (especially Patrick Stump fans) get along together really well. So, I've made some good friends. And there's this guy... the only guy in the whole group of friends I've made. I'm not gonna use real names, so I guess I'll call him.... FOD (Fall Out Dude).<br /><br />FOD is.... he's cool. Okay, he's awesome. I saw him on Patrick's wall (after seeing a video he made) and I decided to add him. He accepted and everything was cool. <br /><br />One day, I was extremely pissed off at fucktards on YouTube that keep saying stupid things about FOB, so I wrote this as my facebook status: If you have ever said anything bad about FOB to a FOB fan, please take a sticker labled 'Dumbass' and stick it to your forehead.<br /><br />And he commented and said, "Agreed".<br /><br />Enough about that... let's talk about today. So, I commented on Patrick's status and FOD commented on it too. And we did that back and forth for a while, and then he just started talking to me through FB chat. And we talked a little and then he asked me if I had MSN (I guess his FB chat was messed up). I told him that I had a Yahoo Messenger and then he asked if he could add me. Of course, I said yes.<br /><br />Now we're talking on YM. We talked about Fall Out Boy, and how Patrick was a great man (though he made it clear that he wasn't gay, lol). And then I found out that he was in a band called Toxic Muffins (odd name, but it works). And apparently he sings really good. Plus, I've heard him play guitar. He's good.<br /><br />Then things got a little... flirty, I guess. He said that some people say that he looks somewhat like Patrick (though he really doesn't all that much). And I said that his lips were kinda like Patrick's. He's like, "So... you say I have lips like Patrick? :P" <br /><br />I told him that he did and he's like, "His lips... are so... juicy."<br /><br />He was joking around, and it did make me laugh. <br /><br />And we talked some more about FOB...<br /><br />And here's the last few words we said before he went went to bed:<br /><br /><br />FOD: I think im gonna go to bed now... goodnight<br /><br />Me: Okay, good night. Dream of FOB, lol.<br /><br />FOD: OMFG. Time to do homework.. >_><br /><br />FOD: Then maybe I will dream of FOB<br /><br />FOD: Meeting them would be nice.<br /><br />Me: Yes, and you will dream of kissing Patrick... oh, wait, that's me.<br /><br />Me: But it could be you too. (A/N: And I totally meant him and Patrick.)<br /><br />FOD: Lol...<br /><br />FOD: Wait.. are you saying me kissing patrick or me kissing you? Lmao<br /><br />FOD: Im confused<br /><br />Me: Hmmm... both.<br /><br />FOD: Lol ok<br /><br />FOD: I will talk to you tomorrow I guess.<br /><br />FOD: Night.<br /><br />Me: Night.<br /><br /><br />Wow, do you not sense flirtatiousness (If you don't, lie to me and say you do)? He's just so.... nice. And he loves FOB just as much as I do. Plus, I went to his YouTube account, and he's apparently a computer nerd (hey, I'm one of those!). He's like perfect (besides Patrick, of course. Patrick will always be number one). And he's my age! What could be more perfect? Just simply wonderful....<br /><br />Oh, did I mention that he lives in Canada?<br /><br />Yeah, I suppose that something like that could be a big problem... but there are people out there who got hooked up by the internet. I read this one article in a magazine about a girl meeting her husband on Myspace. And I guess they lived far away from each other. So, why can't this work? I mean, we're at least neighboring countries.... oh, who am I kidding? The chances of getting with him are like the chances of me getting Patrick. Near to impossible.<br /><br />I guess I shouldn't think about it, but I know that's all I'll think about tonight in bed. Speaking of bed.... it's speaking to me. And it's saying "Natasha, get your ass in bed and get some sleep!"<br /><br />I better go do what it says... bye everyone.patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-81500726525906033932008-12-14T18:32:00.000-08:002008-12-14T21:13:01.182-08:00I guess I'm not that insane today...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6GHUqWhJuBXM49Zi6qrF3rSuEaCPe4U8JV8rmIELUHmQHwowZAoCVgk1zln4_sHRcBvDWW3NzjaNqFEQ8Zz0ezC5kVzY4_wS3VM6O71MkxR572FLkjJLkIDQ_i_7dRGJoubEN585RW7H/s1600-h/Lookin'+like+a+nerd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279880214806033042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6GHUqWhJuBXM49Zi6qrF3rSuEaCPe4U8JV8rmIELUHmQHwowZAoCVgk1zln4_sHRcBvDWW3NzjaNqFEQ8Zz0ezC5kVzY4_wS3VM6O71MkxR572FLkjJLkIDQ_i_7dRGJoubEN585RW7H/s320/Lookin'+like+a+nerd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Finals.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, crap. I have a feeling that I won't do well in the biology section. Actually, I know I won't because biology doesn't like me. But, at least I know I'll do well in orchestra. Yes, there is a final for orchestra. How insane is that? Yes, more insane than me.<br /><br /><<<< Hehehe, Patrick. Look how cute he looks with his backpack. ^___^<br /><p> </p><br /><br />But anyway.... I guess I don't really want to talk about finals. They make me nervous. So, let's talk about....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Do I really have anything to rant about today?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't know.... I suppose I could talk about Patrick, though I'm not ranting about him. He is a wonderful person to talk about. And very wonderful person to talk <em>to.</em> He's such a sweetie. I just wish I knew his phone number... anyone have it?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, wait, damn. He changed it so I doubt anyone would know. I just want to ask him so many things. What he does for fun, what does he like to eat (besides pumpkin squares and sushi), where does he go to think.... I want to ask him everything under the sun. Hmm... I also wonder if he's good in bed.... hehehehe, probably is an animal in bed. Because he's a sexy BEAST! (Am I using dots too often? I like using them, so if I am using them too much, get over it.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh! I know what I could rant about. I just thought of something.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Why do people hate Fall Out Boy so much? What's wrong with their music? Honestly, the people that say "Fall Out Boy is gay" obviously question their own sexuality. Yes, Pete is bisexual, but he has a wife and a kid, so does it really matter? But as for the rest of the band, they're all straight. So, why can't people get that into their head? I don't understand why they can't respect them. They have worked so hard to get to where they're at and they are just as deserving of the fame as any other band. Yeah, girls listen to FOB mostly, but since when was a bunch of girls grabbing and screaming at them a bad thing? Yeah, Slipknot has mostly male fans, so I guess a bunch of guys are grabbing at them, haha. (No offense to Slipknot because I think they're an okay band).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is the most annoying thing anyone can say (besides FOB is gay, of course): "I like their old stuff better. They've changed. So, they suck now."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Uhhhh.... yeah, they changed, so what? If they were true FOB fans, they would've stuck with them like me and millions of other fans have. I personally think <em>Folie A Deux</em> is their best album (with <em>From Under The Cork Tree</em> in close second) yet. The songs are so catchy and I love the hip hop influence in some of the songs. Yeah, <em>Evening Out With Your Girlfriend</em> was good, but it wasn't my favorite. I love anything they make (including all the covers Patrick has done!) and I will always be a true FOB fan.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Look, Patrick has so many talents, it blows me away. He is a fantastic (and I mean FAN-FRICKIN-TASTIC) singer, he plays the guitar, drums, bass, piano, trombone, and trumpet, he is a wonderful composer, he's been on numerous hip hop records.... I could go on and on about this man. Even if I didn't think he was hot, I would still adore him. He's practically my hero. I mean, he came from a town outside of Chicago (being a cute little nerd), to a nationally known band. Simply amazing. And can you believe he's only had like two girlfriends?! If I were those girls in his high school, I'd be jumping at the chance to get with him! Trust me, I've seen some of his high school pictures and he was A-DOOR-AHH-BLE.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Not only is he talented, but he's so humble! He doesn't go on about how hot he is (even though he is), and how talented he is (even though he is). He sometimes talks down on himself saying that he's fat, short, and balding. One, he's not fat, he's cuddle size. Two, he's fun sized. And three, pretty much every guy goes bald sometime, he just went a little early. And he's so funny too. I laugh at everything he says. He has humor similar to mine, which is funny. We do have somethings in common. We also are pro-Obama. And we like pumpkin squares. ^__^<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's all of that writing in one sentence: Patrick Stump is the best thing to ever happen to this world and he's the best thing to ever happen to my life.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, I guess that's it. I'll be back tomorrow probably.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Peace, love, and Patrick.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Natashapatrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543820140601803135.post-2202356740504891082008-12-13T22:18:00.000-08:002008-12-13T22:37:34.830-08:00Ugh, I'm going insane, I swear I am.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QSQE3HHA5D26NiHU1oQ5EolyA5H94d7aiqNsBak3ITdw9Jx83ZUKGSVUx5Lzsuj_UAwU5Af62QCFc2hbAVhyt7AJ0wvRXMk5_HQfD9fk5Yxt44Y02JD70PPGz9nmYO0iNo3ZkYH1suvk/s1600-h/Wow!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279530927069620578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QSQE3HHA5D26NiHU1oQ5EolyA5H94d7aiqNsBak3ITdw9Jx83ZUKGSVUx5Lzsuj_UAwU5Af62QCFc2hbAVhyt7AJ0wvRXMk5_HQfD9fk5Yxt44Y02JD70PPGz9nmYO0iNo3ZkYH1suvk/s320/Wow!.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Okay, I was on facebook yesterday (as usual) and I decided to message Patrick Stump. A girl on there posted on his wall asking him if he was the <em>real </em>Patrick. So, since I already knew that he doesn't really answer wall posts, I asked him through a message. And then I rambled on about how I wanted to know for sure and to just tell the truth. Plus, I asked him how people got his phone number.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I went to go to the bathroom, and when I came back, there was a message. And of course, I was extremely excited. He said something along the lines of "Yes, I am. And I have no clue how people got my number, so that's why I changed it." Well, something like that anyway. I could post the conversation, but that would take too much effort.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I didn't want him to go yet since I finally got him to answer, so I sent a message as quickly as I could. I didn't really know what to ask him, so of all the things I could've asked, I asked him, "How does your mom make those pumpkin squares?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Out of all the million questions I could've asked him, I asked him about the pumpkin squares. <em>*bangs head against the wall*</em> What was I thinking? I have no clue. But it was something I was wondering.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyway.... he answered back saying that it was kinda hard to explain and he kinda compaired it to a very moist brownie. Well, we kinda messaged back a few more times before he made that comparison, but I'm trying to make this short.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then he asked me (and this is where I began to go insane) if I had a twitter. He wanted to get one because Pete, Joe, and Andy all had one and they use it to update with fans. Well, I didn't but I told him that I would get one so I could help him.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Okay, so I get one. The first thing that happened was they wouldn't put falloutboyrox728 like I usually do. So I'm like "Okay... I guess I can put patrickstumpswife728 like my YouTube account." Tried to do that, but both of them were too long! So, I stuck with patrickstump728.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then, when I tried to upload my picture from facebook onto there, it wouldn't let me because the picture was 'too big'. So, I had to put a picture of Patrick on there.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, I was already fed up with it, but when I tried to find friends, the damned thing would only let me get people through my Yahoo account.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But I guess it's worth going through all this. Now I can tell Patrick to not bother because it's confusing and pointless. Facebook is sooo much better.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Well, I guess I'm done ranting now. I have to go to bed sometime because I have to get up at 9:00 (UGHHH, and on my Sunday too!) and cook <strong><em>FOUR </em></strong>different types of cookies with <em>*shudders*</em> grandma.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'll be back.... I kind of like ranting.</div><div> </div><div>Oh, and I know you like the sexy picture up at the top because everyone needs a dose of Stumpy. ^___^</div>patrickstumpswife728http://www.blogger.com/profile/01295196354266581024noreply@blogger.com0