thegreenmansaid

...awh maaaaan. Hahaha.

Oh wow... Hahaha. Okay so, at first I clicked into this thread because I remember hearing a song by All Time Low in the Take Action! Volume 6 compliation, (Coffee Shop Soundtrack I think), and then that led me to the interview and man...I'm developing a new favorite band. Off to LimeWire it is! ...when is the new album due out?

bands that your PARENTS intoduced you too and you love/loved 1. Bruce Springsteen XD 2. Abba (hehe..) 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12.

...I'll give you guys two guesses to guess the meaning of my name. But I think you'll only need one. ..and the winner is.....HAPPINESS!! Haha. Wow.. 134 people wish they had my name... I wonder why...I hate my name.

Hahaha. Indeed...happy birthday Brendonnnnn. I like your avatar too jana...FOSTER'S HOUSE FOR IMAGINARY FRIENDS!! Hehe. <33. I thought their video with the people with the fish tank heads was pretty cool. Kinda creepy, but cool....damn, what song was that again??

Yeah...I do.. Hahaha. Its not as cool as it seems. Its a nice place for a holiday, but living here..ehh, not so much.

Hi Jana! Haha...skateboarding...very cool. I could never grasp the concept of putting one foot on the end of your board and pushing down on it to make it move sideways. ...the bruise on my hip shows that. Haha. Thanks for the welcome! =D

^ agreed.

..I actually liked Misery Business better than I liked BFT. At first I was kinda skeptical, but once I listened to it continously, I started ot like it more and more. The lyrics really hit home for me, and Hayley's voice sounds extremely strong. ...but then again, her voice always sounds really strong...

Hahaha. Hi Caroline! I have a friend named Caroline...but we just call her Kaz.

Awh...okay. Thanks! I get it now..aha. Jeff looks kinda like Pete Wentz in that pic..

...okay sooo... I'm a CIWWAF fan.. But which of them is Jack? And Tom?? Haha. I only know who Shaant is. Gah, I'm sucha loser. I don't even know who is who.

Hahaha. But of course... How could anybody NOT like Young Love???

Ahahaha. YESS!! I looove Adam Lazzara. He's one of the few people I'd go fangirl for. But sshhh...I don't want him to know that until I get the chance to jump his bones. =P We should start a club... Like Alcoholics Anonymous...only for people with a Lazzara obsession.. I can picture it now.. 'Hi, my name is Joy, and I have a problem...'

Hahaha. Heeellloooo everybody!! Thank goodness there's a 'real name' section on your side profiles, or else I'd have you all completely confused. And thanks for going through all that trouble to find the pictures. I think I've seen them before actually, I guess I just didn't zoom in on Hayley's face. =)

Haha. You're avatar makes me laugh. I've never seen that picture before though...where's it from?

Username: thegreenmansaid First name: Joy. Age: 16. Gender: Female. How did you come across this amazing fansite that is paramorefans.com? Pure good fortune. That and the Google search engine. How did you come across the amazing band that is Paramore/ how long have you been a fan? Uh...I heard about them first in the AP Magazine, and then I found their page on PureVolume, and the rest is history. Uh...I think this was around a year ago. Favorite Paramore song? ...depends on my mood. Probably 'Breathe (Until Tomorrow)', and I'm pretty sure 'Misery Business' is well on its way to working itself inside my head. Favorite lyric? The entire lyrics of 'Breathe'. Any live show experiences you'd like to share? ...haven't had the pleasure of seeing them in concert yet. COME TO THAILAND!!!! Interests: Reading. Writing. Photoshopping. Music. Sleeping. Watermelons. Adam Lazzara. TWLOHA. Green. Laughing. Wakeboarding. Other Music: Taking Back Sunday. Brand New. New Found Glory. The Used. Cute IS What We Aim For. Boys Like Girls. Leeland. Love Arcade. Young Love. Fall Out Boy. Family Force 5. Copeland. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. A.F.I. Hellogoodbye. Needtobreathe. Motion City Soundtrack...and about a hundred more. Random facts: I'm Christian. I like to laugh. I like other people making me laugh. I'm sarcastic a lot. I enjoy writing. I have a 'cool people' list. You could be on it. =)

Haha. Thanks... I hope I willll. Love your sig btw.

This may just become my favorite board... Games, nice people, information about my favorite band...what more could I ask for? ..hmm..maybe a vending machine...

And hi Jade!! Wow.. So many nice people... Haha.

Hi Jess! Haha. Thanks! Wow...you're form Spain huh? I've been to Spain.... You guys have awesome streets. Made me feel like I was in Italy.

Weeee...okay! Haha. This comes with an explanation... I wrote this for a school magazine. It deals with a pretty touchy subject (which I won't give away cos it's basically the whole point of the story) and I've yet to find out if it's been accepted into the magazine for publishing. Everything in this is fictional, I don't know anybody who has gone through this, and any similarities are concidential. Ya know..like in movie warnings. Haha. Anyways, here we go.. Uncontrollable She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew it better than most people twice her age, but there was no other choice. Her frail, seventeen year old body held more knowledge than many twice her age. She knew she wouldn’t be able to excuse her way out of this anymore. Life had thrown her a curve-ball, and she was reacting in the only way she knew how. She was running away from it. She sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and fidgeted in the hard metal chair. Hospitals had never agreed with her. The cold sterile hallways and the lingering stench of sickness hung in the air like an aura of warning to all those who dared enter. She chuckled softly to herself, her own laughter somehow alien, and she thought of how different her life had become since it all began. She was a pretty girl, but a little on the plain side. Her features were soft and her snub nose got her nowhere with the male population. Her thick auburn hair was never shiny enough, her teeth were never sparkly enough, and her eyes never quite shone bright enough. The story of her life. She’d been a straight-A student, the pride of most of her teachers, and the object of her parent’s constant adoration. As dependable as a checkered tile on the floor, she never quite wandered beyond her own little circle of friends, and she wondered now if things might have turned out differently if she had. She felt her stomach rumble and instinctively glanced towards the clock in the corner of the waiting room. Five more minutes to go. Her conscience fought a losing battle against her mind but she knew it was too late to turn back even if she wanted to. She had to do it. She couldn’t bear the thought of her parents’ faces if she told them. Told them what their perfect little angel had gone and done. She’d worked too hard to get where she was and she wasn’t ready to give it up. Not even for something this big. Before this, she’d led a pretty normal life. School, homework, and an occasional outing with friends. Her life had been good. Her future was clear and full of prospects, hers for the taking, and she knew she had a chance of getting into any university she wanted. Life was just waiting for her, beyond the school doors, but it wasn’t going to be able to wait for her much longer. She’d already planned out her life, confident that she would achieve things beyond her imagination. A master’s degree in Art and a minor in English Lit. by the time she was 24, a steady job that made her happy at the age of 28, and a handsome husband by the time she was 32. Funny how life always catches you off guard even when you try to grab it by the reins. ’Ms. Wilkins?’ The nurse’s voice pulled her mind away from its muddled thoughts and she struggled to straighten herself from her previously lethargic state on the chair. She turned to face the middle-aged nurse standing near the entrance way into the waiting room, wondering if her time had come. The nurse nodded a pitying look on her wrinkled features and waited for her to stand and make her way across the deserted room before leading the way down a maze of white halls. Her white sneakers squeaked on the newly polished floor, causing the undisturbed silence to shatter. Her hair hung limply in front of her face as she followed the nurse robotically, her mind beginning to wander, as it often tended to do. She’d gone to the park. To gather her thoughts and just be alone. Away from the stress of school and away from the high expectations her parents put upon her. It’d been a pretty day. The sky was clear and she’d even managed to secure a spot on a bench, just watching people come and go. This was the way she liked it. She loved to watch people, to wonder where they were going and why they were wearing what they were wearing. She wondered if any of them ever stopped to think about their lives, ever stopped to watch other people hail a taxi and then realise their life was meaningless. Probably not she concluded. She knew she thought too much. She constantly analyzed her life, wondering if she’d ever be free of anybody’s expectations, if she’d ever be able to think for herself. Her questions would never be answered. Not until she was lying on her death bed. She knew that, and she accepted it. This was the way her life was meant to be. Then it happened. She couldn’t quite remember how, and she couldn’t quite remember when. Her mind seemed to refuse to recount the past few weeks of her life, as if afraid she’d break if she was ever exposed to it, and she was fine with that. She knew she’d been a complete wreck. Her friends had noticed, and even her teachers were beginning to get suspicious, but what finally led her to crack were her parents. They’d questioned, begged, even threatened, just for a mere clue of what was happening to their daughter. But all she could do was sit and stare. She knew she had to do it. This was all she had. So as the nurse led her from hall to hall, and finally into a room, announcing that the doctor would be with her shortly, she numbed her thoughts and climbed onto the hard bed. She’d never even find out if it was a girl or a boy.

I love Jodi Picoult!! Haha. My Sister's Keeper is AMAZING. I think it's her best book, so if you liked The Pact you should really read My Sister's Keeper. At the moment, I'm reading Cell by Stephen King. It's awesome. I don't wanna go near my mobile phone anymore. =P I should probably start rereading Animal Farm soon... Gahh...

...would it be alright to post a short story on here as well? Cos I write poetry, but I'm much better at writing short stories.

Aweee... I feel so loved! Haha. Thanks everybody!