die.famous's Journal

On June 12th I'd be a member of quizilla for two years.
and honestly, this new quizilla has got me feeling as if
i'm new.
this bugs me more than ever because I do not
do not do not do not
like the fact that my stories are not on here yet.
and I do not like the fact that I can't work
this thing right.
am I considering leaving?
yes I am considering
but i won't end up actually going through with it.
now i'm not saying that this quizilla isn't awesome
because it is (sort of)
but it's too...too newbie-ish.
and it's all too foreign to me.
bleh >.<

so here's the thing with the new story,
golden is a sequel to car crash hearts. <3
which I'm totally syked about writing
because i'll be writing with taylor againnnnn.
we accidently lost car crash hearts
but i'll find it somewhere in our thousands
of myspace messages xD
so keep your eyes peeled for GOLDEN!




banners totally made by me.
except for the images were found/edited by people on deviantart.

So I am:
- basically single
- heartbroken
- sickkkk
- stressed
- crying my eyes out
- turning sixteen on sunday.

wonderful birthday
this is going to be.

Okay so there has been:
Chain letters
Chain E-mails (which are basically the same as chain letters)
Chain Myspace Bulletins
and now:
Chain Journals?

Wow this totally makes me laugh at people.
No offence but seriously if you think that if
"you press F12 your crushes name wont appear on the screen
you repost in tweleve seconds your crush will love you
you don't repost at all someone you love will die."
you are seriously stupid in every way possible

I think I may be leaving quizilla.
Or at least taking a break.

I haven't been able to write anything good
for the past two months
and honestly quizilla's just not
as fun as it used to be.
(probably because one of
my closest friends on here left
and because of the lack of originality)

I'm not goint to delete my account
because quizilla has helped me
majorly for almost two years.
and I'm going to be on here every once in a while
but I honestly don't think
that my stories are going to be updated for a longgg time.
There will probably be a one-shot or journal entry here and there
but nothing major.

If you want to talk to me or anything you can reach me at:
www.myspace.com/leavingheartsdeadataltars (myspace)
disco_letsgo@hotmail.com (MSN) but i'm not on a lot x]
soundtrack sings (AIM)


-Ashley

I'm getting this out of my system.
but keep in mind this isn't about every writer
on quizilla but just the ones failing to be original.
and I'm ready to laugh at all the hate-comments i'll get.
okay so here it goes:

GET SOME FREAKING ORIGINALITY

seriously.
have you looked at the most popular list?
not one story (save a few) on there is original.

The titles tell the plot.
which are very, very stupid by the way.
Vampires that must either be emo or be princes/kings or whatever.
People being sold to vampires / being vampire's pets
Some of them are in second person (you, your)
(which is really annoying)
For some reason people are typing u, ur, mii.
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE
USE WHAT YOU LEARN IN SCHOOL!
learn how to freaking spell.

No one has originality, anymore. (again, save a few)
I wouldn't be surprised if there's a story that comes up
with the title:
"MY DOG IS ACTUALLY A VAMPIRE PRINCE AND WANTS ME TO BE HIS VAMPIRE PRINCESS?!"
or
"THE BOY NEXT DOOR IS IN LOVE WITH ME....AND HE'S A FAMOUS ROCKSTAR?!"

Are you writers even writing for yourself anymore?
Or are you just following the (stupid, unoriginal) crowd?

People are really starting to bug me.
Ashlee Simpson didn't steal Pete Wentz from anyone.
Okayyyy?

I used to hate her because I thought
she would tear Fall Out Boy apart but
now it's just like 'ehhh whatever.'
If Pete's happy being with her (he proposed right?)
then you should be happy for him.

Why are you even mad?
Did you honestly think you could have a chance with Pete?
I think it's illegal for a 27-going-on-28-year-old to
be with 12-17 year old girls.
Yeah, it's definately illegal.

I don't like Ashlee's music (I never did),
but I don't know what she's like as a person.
And I doubt some of you do too.
She could be perfect for Pete
(and if you didn't know they dated before
but it was years ago)
She could be/is exactly what he needs.

If you cared so much about Pete
then let him be happy.
Let him be in love.
he deserves it.



-Ashley

heyheyhey
when they make
the new quizilla
are they keeping
the original 'quiz' editor
or they getting rid of it?

 

a;sdjfsdkf
if they get rid of it
that freaking sucks.
I hate the new editor.

ahhh
secret sharing time:
the new editor scares the
shiitt out of me x]

The Audition's 'Warm Me Up'
it's so freaking awesome.
I can't wait for the new album
to come out [ 1.22.08 ]

Danny's voice sounds so grown up 
he looks so grown up.


Everyone's in my head
But I want you in my bed
I never want to go a day without you
I could never go a day

Come closer to me, baby
I've got everything you need
To fill your hunger pains for tonight

[ well I'm afraid that I ; I lost myself  ]

I thought everything would be better.
I thought everything would go back to normal.
I was praying he wouldn't show.
I was praying.

But my ears picked up that he was there
with two lawyers
and my world instantly collapsed.

They can be together now,
and I'm praying again
that he will lose interest
and she'll bring my best friend back.

The Heartless



When you hear couples in love say that their lover has taken them to Neverland and beyond, you obviously know they haven't really been there because it is a mythical place. When you hear children brag and say they've seen dear old Santa Claus, you obviously play along and ask them what they recieved from him. When you were a little toddler and found out that the toothfairy dropped a nickel under your pillow in exchange for your tooth, you know you shouldn't be expecting a followup a day later.
But if you heard your little skeleton doll you've had since you were two say he loved you, you should probably consider listening to him, physcotherapy, or getting your ears checked.

He was a plush skeleton that couldn't do anything but watch and hope from her bedtop. He loved her and wanted to tell her more than anything else in his world, regardless that he had no eyes, no hair, no nose, and no ears. Because she was everything and more to him.
This is a story of a tiny, stuffed white skeleton trying to show his compassion and love for a young human girl without having skin, muscle, and a heart.
A story about how a flicker of hope can ignite true love...even in the most impossible situations.
He loved her so much, so immensely, that he tried everything to make her happy, sitting and waiting for her. He kept putting on that sewn on smile, just to try and make her see he was actually alive.
But with no voice and no bravery, he would just give in and sit and wait day by day for her to come home from school and throw him carelessly to the ground as if he weren't even there.
Desperate and destitute to catch her attention, he would try and smile bigger every day, and even kept smiling while he was getting thrown face down to her wooden bedroom floor.
Every single night he would climb up her bedstand and sit and watch her sleep, his head propped up in his arm that was resting on his knee. He knew everything about her. Her favorite bands, colors, hopes, dreams, and all about the boys she talked about that made his heart sink.
But all she knew of him was that he was stuffed and sold to a chain of disney stores, bought and cherished throughout her entire life.
Sixteen years he's been silent; for what else could he do? He knew the "humans" they called themselves would rip him apart if they found out he could move or talk.
He was the only one that could.
But tonight, tonight I'll show her... he thought enthusiastically. But then a realm of reality would wash over him and he would slunk in his posture and climb back down her bedstand, to sleep on the floor where she would always leave him.
She used to love me... he cried, sniffing soundlessly as he curled up in a tight ball to keep himself warm. Have I done something wrong?

His bony hands folded under his skull, he sobbed himself to a restless slumber.

She woke up at six a.m. to get ready for school, making her bed in a hurry and flinging the skinny skeleton back on her bed.

A half a day goes by. He sits and waits, smiling brightly as if his grin would cheer her up like it used to.

She slams the door, screaming at something outside her bedroom, and then stomps up to her bed. Collapsing next to him, he watches her wail and cry, her chest heaving and dropping and rising dramatically to gasp for air. He frowns in sadness as he watches her tears wet her pillow. She turns her head his way.

He freezes and puts his smile back on, feeling that finally now was the time that she would break through the tears and smile again as she held him close to her heart--

The next thing he knew, he was being lifted in her hands, and held out straight in front of her face.

Her eyes gleamed with fresh tears, a strange, unreadable expression he had never seen up close before shifted onto her face.

He smiled for real this time, he meant it... he was going to tell her, right now, right before she could say any--

Her fingers crushed his ribcage. His lungs failed. She choked him, strangling him with no idea of what she was doing.

He tried to move. He tried to get out of her deadly clutch, but her hand closed all around his tiny body, squeezing the life out of him.

"Stupid, stupid thing," she said, tears streaming as she said it to him.

He watched her expression twist and shift, such a hating, loathing face. For he must have done something wrong. He must have deserved this death. He should have stayed where she left him, for everything was his fault completely.

I'm sorry were the last words that crossed his lips before he let go and stopped trying to fight her.
She felt the tightness in her hand loosen and her eyes widened in disbelief. Out of fear, or perhaps a different type of emotion, she dropped the lifeless skeleton to the floor and covered her head with her pillow, sobbing and crying louder.

And then there was little Jack Skellington...lying face up on her hardwood floor with a plastered smile that even in his death never faded.

by: BANANAPIRATE4EVR

This is the most amazing-ist thing I have ever have ever read.
I FUCKING LOVE YOU MY BIFFLESPIFFLE<3

[ Leave Your fingerprints ; All over everything ]

Best friends forever?
That's what you said,
but I haven't seen the best friend
and I haven't been able to see forever.
Change the I love you's to I hate you's
change sister to emo faggot
that's what you have now.
that's what you told me.
But forever's not forever,
and best turns into worst.
Friends turn into enemies.
Best friend's forever?
That's what you said,
but promises only last until
their meaning wears out.

[Can you stay a moment please ;; we can dance together]

You're coming home
and I'm happy.
You're coming home,
with empty promises of everything will be alright.
You're coming home,
but I feel guilty.
I promised you I wouldn't tell anyone we talked,
but I broke it.
I promised it would be just like it was
before he came along
and I lied.
I'm sorry best friend,
you're better off alone.