Finally did Sax t-shirts. Yup.. my escapade today was buying 24 black t-shirts, getting the design for the 
front and the back done, & turning it into the dudes that can do it in a week (band camp is in a week and 
2 days). Total cost: $288.  yup. So I better be getting paid back you little jerks. hehe. Well I got dumb 
work soon, and I can't go to Marinas party, so I'll leave you with a thought of the day or something.
I thought this was funny.  It's from Brenna's blog from July 7th.


" However, I have stayed updated on the blogs of the rest of the group. Greg tells half of his stories with 
cague detail, Jill hasn't updated sinve her boo came home (or since I got home for that matter), Sara 
switched to Xanga (ppsshhh we all got idssed gurl), Heather just quotes songs all the time, Peter is amish 
and doesn't believe in the power of blogificationism, Marina has a Brit for a boy toy so what does she 
need a blog for? "He softly put his Brit hands over my American shoulders and then we spoke sweet 
nothings to eachother with wicked weird accents and I couldn't understand anything that he was saying 
because I don't know what a "bloody wanker" is and he didn't understand what I was saying because 
he just looked into my deep American eyes and started to realize that not all American girls are super 
models. (Like every Euro boy does)" Trust me, none of us need to be hearing that, and Bryan never talks 
about his damn day!  It's always, "And I felt a cool southern breeze on the tip of my face. But it wasn't my 
face, it was just the shadow of my Indian grandfather who's kindred spirt is now among the doves- the 
doves which are you and I.  And now, because of his spirit and his love for begetarians, you, my dove, 
can finally be with me."  or some sentimental crap like that.  Granted, I do the same, but it would be nice 
to hear- "Yeah, so I went out to Tinley today, saw a movie with the gang, ate popcorn, sucked face 
with my girlfriend, and went home a happy boy." It would be nice if a life was that easy... Too bad it's not. "

 What? I do not quote songs all the time!! :oP

(It's just my thing, yo)


Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on, and on, and on

I wouldn't front the scene if you payed me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on, and on, and on
Love is the red of the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor, the floor, the floor

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to beleive

[Chorus:]
So give me all you poison And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts And make me ill
You're running after something That you'll never kill
If this is what you want Then fire at will

Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book that you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpeant sun
Beneath the mark of the scar that makes you run,
and run, and run, and run

You'll never make me leave I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

[Chorus]


You'll never make me leave I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need Give me a reason to beleive


[Chorus x2]
So give me all your poison And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts And make me ill
You're running after something That you'll never kill
If this is what you want Then fire at will
My Chemical Romance - Thank You For The Venom


And I call you off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrist
It isn't that much fun, staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying
If you want i'll keep on crying
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?
My Chemical Romance - Cemetery Drive