The Thought That Counts

So Give It Up Wooaahh

That song by The Friday Night Boys. Gotta love dem boys, eh?
Right now i'm waiting. Waiting for my friend's mom to come to come pick me up. Yup, one of my friends "Nat" is coming home today-from Mexico. i made her a "Welcome Back" Poster. it was a rushed job-but it took me all day. :/ i really hope that she'll like it. My dad said it's "The Thought That Counts". And i was like, i've heard of that before. But from who?! Well i think we all know that saying. I put a picture of the poster up-hope you like it!

Have you ever been in the car with someone you love dearly, but is nervous because she's your friends mom? Well her mom is not like that whatsoever. Her mom is the type of person who will comfort you, and is easy to spill your guts out to. Pro and a con. But yeah-gotta love those types of people.

I'm really sleepy. Stupid medicine makes me drowsy. O! Yeah i need to apologize, about last night. i was watching a movie and totally forgot about the Nightly Babble. Well because i stayed up and watched that movie i'm sleepy. Greeeaaat.
Any who the movie was called "Let The Right One In". Except it's in german. No i don't know german-love to-but no, it has english subtitles. But yea-it's about a vampire girl. She is really adorable. She's twelve, and i recommend watching it. i think it's one of my favorite movies now. So yeah-go watch it when you have nothing to do. No it's not a gore-fest, but it's got some blood. Besides that? It's a fantastic movie, and it's kinda sad. But that's what makes a great movie, eh? Well i was blogging to tell you that! C ya!

Old Habits Die Hard

i want to get another piercing.
i want to dye my hair purple.
i want...a lot of things.
But how can i get them, if i'm here writing my complaints down?
i think that i should go do something, instead of sitting on this uncomfortable wooden chair. it hurts my bum, and the chair has bars so i can't really sit like i normally would. i'm listening to 3OH!3. Ever heard of 'em? Like every other band that i listen to-they use a voice modulator.

They got the music that you can't stand still to!

That's part of a song, the song that i'm listening to. if you were a fan, excuse me, a true fan of 3OH!3 then you would know what i'm talking about. Here's another hint.

And even if you DON'T DANCE i still gotta get you out and take this chance.

Eh? Give up? Okay i'm listening to Don't Dance, and if you must know. This is one of my favorites by them. And i think spongebob likes them too. Yes, in fact he's dancing...or is that just me breathing? Yea, i like spongebob. Gotta problem? Okay, that means you gotta problem. Whatcha gonna do about it? i'm wearing a spongebob shirt. it's cute, and it says "A Little Square". Adorable eh? Gotta 'nother problem? Alright-i didn't know it was problem day. i thought it's in october. :P So what i'm here to talk about is...why my blog is called "Black Ink and Me". If you were wondering then your questions will come to an end. if you could care less then i don't know what to tell you. Either way your gonna find out why.

Okay it's called that because...(dramatic pause).(drum roll)...because i like ink. in fact i like it so much that i write on myself. it got to the point where my mom was telling me to stop. And now i can't write on myself anymore (i sometimes still do) so i write on this blog (old habits die hard). So yeah, your questions are answered and my life is complete...when i die. XD Slick ain't i? So yeah, gotta go. Enjoy!

As i said....

Here's my TOP TWENTY FAVORITE SONGS!
Or should i say T.T.F.S.?
Well here it is....
1. Smother Me by: The Used
2. Just Friends? by: Kill Paradise
3. Scene Girls by: Brokencyde
4. Fer Sure by: The Medic Droid
5. You're All I Have by: Silverstein
6. Good Girls Go Bad by: Cobra Starship
7. Lair, Lair (Burn In Hell) by: The Used
8. Yellow Bus by: Brokencyde
9. No. 5 by: Hollywood Undead
10. I Can't Do It Alone by: 3OH!3
11. Fall For You by: Secondhand Serenade
12. The Taste Of Ink by: The Used
13. Paradise Lost by: Hollywood Undead
14. Holler Till You Pass Out by: 3OH!3
15. Remembering Sunday by: All Time Low
16. F*ck You by: Lily Allen
17. Vegas by: All Time Low
18. Killing In The Name by: Rage Against The Machine
19. Take Me To Infinity by: Breathe Carolina
20. Fireflies by: Owl City

i don't know...i don't know if it's in order or what. All i know is that i like these songs so yea!
if you think this is a horrible list then go listen to some music you like and don't criticize, because i'm sure you have something better to do, eh? But if you actually know some of these songs then whoopeee-eat a cake! Or eat a chocolate chip muffin that smell like brownies. But how would i know that?....

Self Destruct

Babbling is fun. And speaking of babbling i am going to do a nightly babble session. So come if you want!...wait how can you.... But like any game there's rules. i mean common i gotta have rules. Or else it would make me...(gasp) rule less. OH NO! We wouldn't want that! So here are two simple rules then even more simple rules!

-Have to be listening to a song

-Have to be tired/drowsy

if Not Tired/Drowsy Then:

-Become Tired/Drowsy using force

-Wait till Tired/Drowsy

Who made those rules? That person is crazy man-you better watch out for that delirious chick! Okay so now what i'm going to talk about is my top twenty favorite songs. Let's shorten that up-we will make it T.T.F.S. smart eh?

So i will probably post that up monthly, because am i really going to have those twenty songs be my favorite all my life? I really hope not. That would be hard, i'd have to stay young my whole life. No sorry i mean being a kid is great but uh no. i can't do that all the time. i'd be like one of those grandmas with a way over the top orange tan and dye my hair black with blond highlights. Hahahaa and i'd have these leather black too tight to breathe pants, with an iPod that has these peeling stickers with picture of skulls. Really? That disturbs me that i just wrote that.

i should really start to do proper paragraphs...nah.
One "enter" is good enough for me, your asking to much when you say two.
Right now i smell brownies and it's ten in the morning. it's coming from my kitchen-along with a screaming baby and a toddler that's complaining about the mario game saying it's being too scary. Well if it's to scary then why play it, ya know? Just stop, no deal, negative, self destruct. i feel like a maniac especially when i hear some kind of music that sounds like it's coming from the night before christmas soundtrack.

Crawls like a worm from a bird
crawls like a worm from a bird
crawls like a worm
crawls like a worm from a bird

And while your at it, it's screaming and doing weird things with the voice modulator.

Get the picture?
Well i will put up the T.T.F.S. soon. So just you wait!

Twirling. Swirling. Whirling.

i am tired-
mentally and physically. And it's not late whatsoever! Right now i'm listening to The Taste Of Ink by The Used. My aunt got me into this song...i like it. i don't know, it's catchy. Like a melody that you can't get out of your head, or a buzzing bee that really likes the red tank top you have on, and won't leave you alone. Well the song isn't annoying like that bee that is just about to sting you, but instead of giving it a chance to sting you-you smack it away with the back of your hand. And when you look at your hand you have a line of bright red blood, the little sucker still stung you. So of course now you automatically hate bees because of that one little incident that happened oh i don't know about 3 years and 14 days ago. And for all you know that bee is either dead or alive...still buzzing in your ear threatening to sting you again. But you know that's impossible because we all know that bees die once they sting something. And while your rethinking this, you just happen to be wearing that same red shirt that you wore when that act happened, 3 years ago.

Sorry, i babbled. But doesn't it seem like a start of something? Maybe i'll continue it...mhmmm how did i go from talking about music to a bee? I tell ya! i'm a strange one. Or i just have an imagination. ;0

Back to the song. Well now i'm listening to the song Smother Me. By The Used (big surprise). This song reminds me of the beach at sunset. The sand is still cooling off from the long hot day. And you are alone-watching the sunset by yourself. Humming the lyrics from this song. And whether you like it or not the song is replaying over and over again. Someone left it on repeat and you kinda like it. So you go with the flow, and your feet gliding in the soothing warm sand. Taking steps to the beat, wider now. More graceful. At the same time the song picks up the rhythm. You start to run and hop. Your dress picking up and whirling around because the wind likes your enthusiasm. Twirling. Swirling. Whirling. Forget humming you sing full blast. You are alone. Loving it, and no one is with you to judge you. You enjoy every bit. The song's tempo slows, and you drop to the sandy floor slowly. Knees first, then your bum. Your body swaying along with the harmony. Your heart beat slows and you sit still, looking into the sun setting just as the song ends.

i want to go to the beach now.
And dance to this song.
i think i might do that one day-if i do i'll tell you guys.
So that's about it. i hope you enjoyed my little tale. :D C ya!

You Think.

Before you know it-
they are gone.
The loved ones,
the best friend,
the boy who got away.
The unforgotten love.
The one
who never got the love.
And of course,
the love that was there,
but disintegrated
before given.
Gone.
The love is
gone and never given,
because that one person
abandoned the love,
left it in a
head to toe dusty closet filled with
other erased emotions.
Joy.
Happiness.
Acceptance.
Awe.
Passion.
But of course,
Rage is smothering you,
Envy is always there,
Fear is never hiding,
and
Suffering will remind you of love itself.
You Think They Are Gone,
but really they are just waiting.
Waiting for your dignity to be
Gone.

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Do you like it?
Took me longer than normally,
but i think that's because i haven't been writing poetry for a while! So what can i say? i'm a bit lazy. But i promise i will write more poetry tonight and post it later! Wait n See!!!

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I realized that when i text i do this a lot - it's fun-but all of my friends hate it! WHAT?! i HAVE FRIENDS?!? Yea, shocker isn't it? So right now i'm listening to The Lonely Island, Jizz In My Pants. My dad hates this song. Truly to me, it's hilarious. Man...i'm in love with The Lonely Island-they're funny. Everyone's gotta love 'em if they like comedy. Common man! it's funny. Okay. So yeah! Music. Music. Music. Sounds like my brain likes music-can you blame it?
Wait...is a brain flexible? 'Cuz you learn stuff, so don't-cha think that it would expand literally? Ha...we would all have very big heads...our head would probably explode if our brains did that. i mean i'm sure they do, but like everytime you learn a fact your head would get 15% bigger. -gag- ew okay, next topic.
My cat is very annoying...is name is Melvin. When i was little i used to spell it Melvan-i just liked the way it looked. Yea...that didn't go very well. People pronounced his name like Mel-VAAAN. i was so freakin' annoyed by that. So i changed it. But everyone hates my cat except me and my brothers. Parents? Nope. They hate him. He used to have a sister...she died. Tear. She was a very lazy cat. And she was a bit fat-but everyone loved rosey. She was like a little angel. How come the bad ones never die? Kidding. :P i think.

Which One?!

Okay, well i'm back in Chicago. At home. The heat. The unbearable humidity. The sticky air. And the never ending sweat dropping from your body. Don't you just love Chicago? Well i do! And California! Ack!
Well the real reason why i'm blogging, is to talk about the first day of school. I'm psyched. But i'm so confused about what to wear. So i'm coming to you guys!
Their are already 50 million options that seem so great, i just can't pick!
Are you ready?!
Here are the options!
A) Dark Denim Skinny Jeans w/a Black plain T-shirt. Along with a multi-colored scarf (not the winter kind) and black flip flops.
B) A Navy Blue Tube-Dress w/a Black plain T-shirt. Now the dress goes above my knees by like 2.5 (hehehe) inches. And black flip flops (gotta love 'em) or navy blue and white wedges.
C) Navy Blue Nike Shorts, like basketball shorts (above the knees), w/a Berlin Shirt (black). And Black Flip Flops.
D) Plaid Multi-colored Shorts, w/a navy blue T-shirt. And Black flip flops.
E) Blue Nike Shorts w/the Black T-Shirt. And Black flip flops.

Okay those are your choices to pick from. Now tell me which one you think would be best. Thanks!

Countdown to Chicago.
My flight was delayed by an hour!
i'm waiting at the airport-waiting.

Bumpy Ride

i'm on a boat-going to catalina island. Sorry i haven't been posting. Okay one thing to say real quick! Doest boating get you sick? Like your stomach is on a roller coaster? Well thats how i feel-except it's happening to my brain too! So yea-do you like boats? And if you do-do you take sleeping medication or something? Help!!!

The Truth Hurts

Sleeping is something our bodies need,
why can't i remember that whenever i wake up too early, and go to bed too late?!
Right now i'm listening to "Check Yes Juliet" by We The Kings, soon it will end and i will pick a new song!
Aha! i'm bored, and my back hurts. Hahaha! Not funny.
Now i just picked a new song to listen to.
"Dear Maria, Count Me In" by All Time Low.
They have a new song, sometimes it plays on MTV's Top 20 Countdown.
Okay boo! i just changed it to the song i am going to talk about.
"Weightless" by All Time Low.
Okay you should watch the video...better yet here it is!
Umm i think it is hilarious. Hardy har har!

it tells the truth...but sometimes the truth hurts right?!
For example,
your friend asks you if she looks okay in this,
and truthfully it makes her look like a clown without the red nose.
Well how will you tell her?!
YOU DON'T!!!
Avoid it,
pull out your cell phone,
change the subject,
say "o! i love that scarf".
Bring her off of the subject.
Because you don't want to lie,
unless you do,
then go ahead.
But if not change the subject.
So yeah this video reminds me of the truth....the hurtful funny truth.
What do you think about it?

once again i do NOT own this video. Just got it off youtube. :P Gotta love youtube!

Cookies

Unlike my mom, i am not so good at baking...let alone cooking. Which isn't good for a women, says my dad. i baked cookies yesterday. Now before you give me a pat on the back, i didn't bake them from scratch. i bought the stupid cookie dough, and made soft, warm, scrumptious cookies. Chocolate chip cookies. Yummy. Okay, so i took pictures. Wait a sec, some people don't like cookies. Why not?! Cookies are amazing. And i would normally write a poem about it, but i'm brushing my teeth and typing at the sometime, so i'm thinking about my teeth. Not cookies. Soft Cookies. Okay, soft cookies is a bit random but oh well!
Wait a second,
how do you upload pictur...oh there we go!
So I thought that making a smiley face would make up for the last sad, depressing, post. Maybe? So yea, that picture was taken after we ate most of the cookies. And some how my dad thinks i ate more then he did. Pfft. No way! :D hahahaha!

Warning this is about the news. Prepare yourself!!

So i'm watching the news, this story pops up. So this black man had a rifle threatening to kill himself, but of course the cops thought that was a threat to everyone else. So next thing that they tell you is that this man got shot BY THE COPS 59 times, and he had 43 bullet wounds. So i'm watching the recorded shooting, and that was horrible. The man was trying to kill himself, and the cops killed him instead. What is this world coming to?!
Now this other story took place at a gym. Never knew that a man would kill women just because he couldn't get a date for about 2 decades. Lonely man kills about 3 women i think...i'm not sure. So in my brain i'm thinking wow. wow. wow. wow. wow. wow. That is so sad.

See the news is horrible, because it tells you what is going on in the world. Not saying that is bad, well okay to me it is.
Ouch. Bullets gotta hurt-haha-well of course they do, or people wouldn't be going to the hospital for it! Okay so i just realized that this was a very disturbing post. Sorry. :/ But i just had to write about it.

Taking A Walk On The Wild Side

when you walk,
there are two options.
the safe side,
and the wild side.
sometimes you don't know which one is which.
but you have a gut instinct.
that instinct is usually the safe side.
the right
thing to do.
to keep you from trouble.
but occasionally your gut instinct
tells you to do take a walk
on the wild side.
danger.
how wild will you go?
that is up to you.
how far will
you push
yourself,
is
based on you personality,
and actions.
so tell me,
are you gonna take a walk on the wild side?

Okay i'll admit i'm a bit rusty,
but once you learn something you can't really forget it. Mhhmm...how do i put this? it's in your gut hahaha! ironic isn't it?

What inspired me to write that poem, was walking. i was walking up hills and down them, and then back up them again! Another reason to be sore. So back to hills. They were a pain, but i realized that there are two paths on the sidewalk. Well i've always noticed that, don't get me wrong, i'm not that slow! And well two sides reminded me of heaven and hell. 2 paths that you can go, 2 ways you can go. Now i'm not religious, so i don't really have a belief that i completely rely on. Heaven and Hell. Bam! 2 paths, 2 paths on a sidewalk, 2 choices. Good-Bad. Safe/Careful-Risky/Wild. 2 opposites. Get where i'm coming from?! Ehh? Okay well hopefully that explained it enough. I gotta go, my dad's bugging me to get off. So see ya!

The Lifter And My Books

Okay, yesterday i worked out. But my arms are sore, and my abdomens hurt every single time i move. Now i'm not out of shape but it's not like the gym is my favorite place to be. So yes i work out if you were wondering. Now i don't know the name of the machine that made me sore, but it's like you have to hold yourself up and lift you legs up. Mhhmmm...let's call it the lifter kay? i did about 100 sets of them, even though my cousin was telling me that i would regret it in the morning. Of course i didn't listen, and "OMG!" Well i wouldn't call it torture, that's a bit too harsh. So now, i'm sore, and this morning it bit me in my...well you get the point.
Speaking of working out, i'm leaving back to Chicago in 2 weeks. Ack! California is great. Chicago is great. How am i supposed to pick between the two? Speaking of Chicago, i haven't been writing poetry. :( My poetry books has been writing letters to me, and they all miss me dearly. Here's a letter they all wrote together:

Dear Elle,

We all understand that California is great, and you've been terribly busy, but can't you take sometime to write here and there? Would it hurt you? I know you are sore, but maybe just a little? Even in your mind, once in a while think of us. Think of poetry. Think of rhyming, and letters, and a pen. Think of the pen that you write poetry with. We beg you, come back to us.

With Love,
Your Lonely Books

There you have it folks! My books miss me, should i go back to them? Or go to the gym? Ha! Just kidding. i think.

Well i gotta go,
check back in with you guys later!