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Tuesday, July 28, 2009


and so i decided to make full use of the ballon that i took the effort to bring sround and thats camwhore!!! tahda! louisa the happy ballon girl.


tk look like he is bring a small girl for some carnival.

after much attempt to make ice balance the ballon on his head he finally gave up and balanced it on his own.



my twin got the sexed up and horny face.


this is only the spray ribbon part! hahahah! wait till you see the whip cream one. damn the group hadd a damn awesome time cleaning up the mess on the entire 5th floor after that. but it was hella fun.

Like a saturday night i'll be gone
like a saturday night i'll be gone
before you knew that i was there

So you wrote it down
I'm supposed to care
Even though it's never there
Sorry if I'm not prepared
Is it hard to see the things you substitute
For me and all my thoughts of you
It's eating me alive to leave you

Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong
But so is your blank stare in lieu of this song
Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong

Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
Don't wanna be, don't wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song

I'm breathing in your skin tonight
Quiet is my loudest cry
Wouldn't wanna wake the eyes, that make me melt inside
And if it's healthier to leave you be,
May a sickness come and set me free
Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me...

I’m finding my own words, my own little stage
My own epic drama, my own scripted page
I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears
Maybe you'll read it and I'll reappear
From the start it was shaky and the characters rash,
A nice setting for heart ache where emotions come last
All I have deep inside, to overcome this desire
Of friendly intentions and fair-weather smiles

And I don’t wanna be, don’t wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this song
Don't wanna be, don’t wanna be wrong
You're leaving me, you're leaving me in lieu of this(lieu of this)..
In lieu of this song.

like a saturday night i'll be gone
like a saturday night i'll be gone
like a saturday night i'll be gone
like a saturday night i'll be gone
before you knew that i was there

yellow card- rough draft.

i wanted to post in the version that ice sang but damn me ive no idea how to convert the damn file. arghhhhhh. dang. nevermind i will figure it out! i will! and i swear its nice and i feel like crying. damn.