Name // Kristina Age // 19 Location // Huntington Beach, CA Happy When // I feel needed. Sad When // I'm abandoned Contact // MSN: disturbedusagi@hotmail.com
001. Real name = Kristina 002. Nickname = Krissy 003. Status = taken<3 004. Zodiac sign = gemini 005. Male or female = female 008. High school = marina 010. Hair color = brunette 011. Long or short = short 015. Are you a health freak = Naw. 016. Height = 5'6'' 017. Do you have a crush on someone = yes<3 018. Do you like yourself = Sometimes 019. Piercings = Nope 020. Tattoos = In the future~ 021. Righty or lefty = Righty
FIRSTS 022. First surgery= Appendix 023. First piercing = Never D: 024. First real best friend = Christine, but tony is bff <333 025. First award= Haha, um, something back in like, 5th grade? 026. First sport you joined = all boys baseball. xD 027. First pet = muffin the cat. :3 028. First vacation = Uhh, east coast? 029. First concert= Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra 030. First crush = AJ from the backstret boys. xDDD
CURRENTLY 049. Eating = nadda 050. Drinking = cherry coke 052. I'm about to = stay up all night 053. Listening to = plain white T's 055. Waiting for = Brian to get back from the kitchen. x3 058. Want kids? = maybe 059. Want to get married? = eventually 060. Careers in mind? anything involving japanese<3
WHICH IS BETTER? 068. Lips or eyes = eyes 069. Hugs or kisses = kisses 070. Older Or Younger = older 072. Romantic or spontaneous = romantic 073. Nice stomach or nice arms= uhhh...both fer sure 074. Sensitive or loud = obnoxious loud? uh, sensitive then. 075. Hook-up or relationship = sometimes you just need to feel like a cheap whore. xD 077. Trouble maker or hesitant = trouble maker
HAVE YOU EVER 078. Kissed a stranger = Yea...actually. 079. Drank bubbles = When I was little. 080. Lost glasses/contacts = Only sunglasses. 081. Ran away from home = 1st grade 084. Broken someone’s heart = I think so... 085. Been in trouble with the cops = Yea. xD 086. Turned someone down = Uh huh 087. Cried when someone died = Yeap 088. Liked a friend = Uh huh
DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 089. Yourself = not all the time 090. Miracles = sometimes 091. Love at first sight = LUST at first sight. 092. Heaven = sometimes 093. Santa Claus = not since I was 7 094. Sex on the first date = no wai 095. Kiss on the first date = no wai 096. Angels = sometimes
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY 097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Brian. x3
098. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time?: No wai
099. Do you regret your last hook up? Uh. Yea. I kinda do.
I've had a really shitty week. No. Extremely shitty. And I got
everything out about Peter that I need to, but now, I have to get
everything out in general.
It has come to my attention that people are completely FULL OF THEMSELVES. youyouyouyou. You know what? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. If I'm not your friend, BOO FUCKING HOO. If I stopped talking to you, BOO FUCKING HOO. Because I hate hate HATE your guts. I'm SO sorry that I didn't talk it out with you. I'm so SO sorry that I didn't start a conflict to resolve a problem. And
I'm so completely fucking SORRY that even though I don't have to deal
with your FUCKING RIDICULOUS twisted personality, backwards, conniving,
manipulative, self-centered soul, and all of it's candy coated outside. The
people who are your friends now are there by default, kind of like that
FAKE picture on your MYSPACE, sites that are PRIVATE because you're TOO
FUCKING IMPORTANT to share anything with the world. If you think YOU'RE
SO GREAT why not just spam the shit out of those BULLETINS. COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT. YOU YOU and did I forget? YOU. Make
jokes and snicker, and pine for things you'll NEVER have, I love
watching your skin crack, breaking apart with every smile that
stretches your faux face. God can't save you. Praying won't save you. You're too far gone for salvation. Bible thump everyone you want, but those flames are already tangled around your feet. I
was so right to get rid of YOU. You were fake from start to finish. I'm
so glad you have what you have, and what you never will have. Find some
happiness, because at this point, you're just a hollow nobody.
And I swear. to. god. If this blog starts drama with the WRONG people. Because obviously...EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU... Here's your chance to get over yourself. This is a blog, about no one. This blog is for no one. And are you ready? Hold your breath. It's not about you.
It has come to my attention as of late that you, are a fucking moron.
Excuse the harsh language, but maybe I can actually get my point across
this way. Since viewing the Dance Dance video almost 2 years ago in the
middle of the night, I have been a fan of Fall Out Boy. Since then,
I've collected magazines, bought t-shirts, hung posters, gone to shows,
and even met the members of the band. I realize that you are mostly in
the spotlight, and that the others don't mind because they'd hate to be
caught up in the drama. I have also come to terms that girls who
weren't even born when you were only in highschool, want to have your
children in their teens. But I didn't care. I was drawn to something.
Drawn to you, like the thousands of other obsessive girls, girls who
said only they understood your life and your problems. I defended you
whenever I got the chance, I defended a person I don't even know. I was
categorized with the rest of the robots that fed off of your every
word, worshipped the ground you walked on, that you could do no wrong,
and anyone who said the opposite was a fucking loser who didn't know
who or what they were talking about. You were amazing in every sense of
the word and then some. Chocolate eyes, obsidian hair, electric grin,
and that mischievious smirk. I vowed that since I knew I'd never have
you, that I'd find someone like you, and cheer you on from the crowd.
Liking a celebrity, turned into an unhealthy obsession, an obsession I
never held for anyone else.
Then I got a taste of your true colors.
January 5th 2007. Fall Out Boy, New Found Glory, The Early November,
and Permanent Me. Meet Fall Out Boy after the show. One of the first
five through the door to what was a blood red lounge. It was quiet, and
my heart was beating fast, crazy with what I wanted to say if I could
muster the courage to say anything at all. First Patrick, then Andy,
and then Joe, the sweetheart with the sweet smile who asked how I was
as if he actually cared, and then there you were, sitting at the end
with smudged eyeliner under your gorgeous brown eyes, so close that if
I was completely insane I would've bagged you up and taken you away
with me. I parted my lips, slid my ticket towards you, and then before
I could get anything out, you uncapped your sharpie, scribbled "Peter"
and held out your hand for the next one. A security guard moved the
line along and suddenly as I stared at you, an overwhelming sadness
came over me that wouldn't hit hard until later. I had you right there,
and you crushed any part of me that idolized you at all. I was just
another girl in the crowd, and these people didn't matter to you.
People that made it possible for you to even keep a career going. Do
you even have a soul, Peter? Or has the glamour of fame finally worn
away, leaving a broken boy's heart in the body of a tainted older man?
I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you had just performed,
you were tired, cranky from doing what you're supposed to love. But it
still bothered me that you decided to play the role of the Ice Prince.
So for the next week after the concert I felt depressed. Upset that I
hadn't sad anything to you, and sad that you weren't what I made you
out to be. My fault on both accounts. But why? Why couldn't you just
play nice and put on that thousand watt smile? Reassure me that there
is some good in this world, instead of a bunch of assholes who could
care less that you would give them your heart. Just rip it out and
shove it in your face.
So slightly out of my slump, I bought the issue of Nylon Guys with you
on the front, in yellow print it read: Just Who Does Pete Wentz Think
He Is? I certainly fucking wanted to know. I read the 4-5 pages of
interview, with the same old story of your life, and how you dealt with
the band, what the other boys opinion of your personality was, and how
you were misunderstood. And then you said, sometimes people take your
quiet demeanor as arrogance, but really, you're a very shy person.
HALLELUIAH. You came through a fixed my new opinion of you. Sadness
turned back into infatuation and you were the Peter that I first came
to get to know.
And then you fucked all of it up.
As of April 6th, it was announced on Overcast Kids that your tour dates
were pushed back due to personal issues. First feeling: anger. You're
payed to perform in front of people, the label you signed a contract
to, owns your soul; personal issues...are a shitty reason to push back
dates in my opinion. Second feeling: acceptance. Well, maybe someone
was sick, or got hurt, or *gasp* even died. I shouldn't fault you for
being human. Sorry. Third feeling: bummed out. Because now my new
concert date is on the last day of Anime Expo. You might be asking if
the last thing was the reason you fucked it up, but no, I'm almost
there.
About, or a little over, a week ago you decided to post a bulletin on
myspace, and upload a video on youtube about starving children in
Uganda...and how you were shocked to find out that there was any sort
of thing going on in Africa. Wow. You're kidding right? You honestly
didn't know there was shit going on in Africa? Oh. I know, you found
out halfway through the video....since the first half was all. about.
you. Where you grew up, how you grew up, what you did in high school,
who you were then, who you are now. Peter, people in Uganda don't give
a flying fuck about what shitty ass job <b>you</b> had in
high school. But wait. Plenty of loser droid teeny boppers do. Of
course they'll help out kids in Uganda! Because all they have to do is
break open their piggy banks and...oh, that's right. They're in the
13-15 age range. The majority of comments on the video were: OMG PETE,
YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETHEART, YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT THE WORLD<333 or
AHAH, PETEY YOU WERE SO CUTE WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE! IM GONNA ASK MY MOM
IF I CAN HELP OUT!!! and then PETE THIS VIDEO MADE ME CRY, IM SO PROUD
THAT YOU'RE HELPING THESE KIDS OUT!!! OH BTW YOU'RE SO HOT!!!
LOLz?!!?
I posted that everyone was a fuckoff and needed to realize that you
were a moron for not knowing that shit was going down in Africa. I got
plenty of comments back. None of them positive. I have never seen
someone so into themselves, that they were ignorant of the world, and
then needed to remind the population how amazing they were before
announcing that they were going to "help out" another country. Let's
leave the Africa saving to Bono please.
I would've gotten over all of this...and then I reaized that THIS, THIS
TRASH was the reason tour dates were pushed back. Because YOU decided
to go captain planet and act as if you gave a shit about the world.
Because of you I haven't listened to fall out boy. I refuse to play a
single song or album, because then I think of you, and how moronic you
are, and how I could never be like those girls who commented the video,
because I can actually think for myself without a celebrity telling me
I should help the world. If I was your bandmate, I'd fucking bitch slap
you to the back of the tour bus.
I hate you so much. And I've gotten shit for speaking out about this.
That I shouldn't be mean because "you care". I liked you for the music,
for your heart stopping stare, the way you swung your bass and spun on
the stage. What you're doing now I don't like. I personally think it's
a fucking joke, and it's affecting something else that I'm a die-hard
for.
I wish it didn't bug me so much. I wish I could put this in an envelope
and mail it to you, and that I got a reply, telling me how you could
give a fuck what I thought of you, just so that I could hate you more
and not want to still like you; because it's tugging at my
heartstrings, and I want to push it all to the back of my mind, and
play like I never had to see this fake side of you. But that's all you
are, and all you ever will be. Peter Wentz, you are hollow, and god, I
wish I could quit you. But it's going to be fucking hard.
Insincerely,
Kristina
And if you actually read through this entire thing[ you, being the
people allowed to read it ] don't judge me. I know that I shouldn't
care this much about a famous person, but I do, so get the fuck over
it, and yourself.
So. I haven't been on xanga in over a year, maybe two. I am bringing this journal BACK TO LIFE. Because after all, I need somewhere to gain some sanity.
(10:15:34 PM)Shin0koibito: i need...advice from a guy noneed4francis (10:15:36 PM): hey krissy noneed4francis (10:15:38 PM): uh sure Shin0koibito: will you humor me? >> noneed4francis (10:15:50 PM): tell francis-nisan everything
Haha....sorry, I just needed to post it up. I thought it was pretty cute xD
