musomania

I was sitting outside the bench at school, listening to music, of course. I heard a voice behind patrick stump's heavenly voice. "Mack? Hellooo? MACK!" someone yelled. I was startled as to where my headphones flew off my head, but rested on my neck.It was Kiersten, one of my old friend. Lots of bs between us.

"What do you want this time, Kier," i sighed as i paused the music.
"There is a party at Keith's place," ah, Keith. Kier's old boyfriend that has been chasing her for years on end. "and he wanted me to invite you or whatever." she stared as she chewed her gum loud and obnoxiously. 
"When will it be? I have a few concerts coming up, like muse is coming to LA this Mon-"
"Tonight," she spat. "So are you coming or what?"
"Uh- sure i guess."
"starts at 11, bring your own music," she started towards her car, probably more expensive than my house and everything in it.

I grabbed my backpack, slouched it over my shoulder, and headed home. Right as I opened the door, there were 2 pitbulls to come and tackle me. My stepdad was here, hence the dogs. I heard my mom yelling at him. More drama. I headed up the stairs, locked my door, and plotted out the party, my plans for that night- or morning, per say.

11:15- show up
11:15 to 11:45- grab a drink and scavenge for aquaitences
11:45 to 12:15- talk to random people
12:30- give "dj" my mixtape i made
1:45- get home before mom catches me

luckily, Christopher was going, and at least i wouldn't be a lonely hermit with a fire mixtape. I headed over to his house, the cd in my hand, and helped him choose what to wear. We went over his game plan, and i gave him a talk about if he didn't want people to know he was gay, he can't flirt with the same gender. we climbed out the window and started past a few backyards.

(part 2 coming sooooooooooooon)
(this story is in no way real)

-viiv

I STG YOU WILL LIKE THE NEIGBOURHOOD

just let me do my little fairy magic and i will get you into the neigbourhood. although the nbhd is more chill and slow than most of the songs i like, i really hope you like them too.

song you like = the neigbourhood

heavydirtysoul (twenty one pilots)= how
centuries (fall out boy)= afraid
royals (lorde)= sweater weather
pity party (melanie martinez)= let it go
gasoline (halsey)= W.D.Y.W.F.M?
the kids aren't alright (fall out boy)= flawless
alphabet boy (melanie martinez)= staying up
this is the life (two door cinema club)= wiped out!
girl that you love (panic! at the disco)= the beach
death valley (fall out boy)= daddy issues
love yourself (justin beiber)= baby came home 2/ valentines
do i wanna know? (arctic monkeys)= ferrari
geronimo(sheppard)= R.I.P. 2 my youth

this was only a few, aaaaanyways
stay sassy.
-viiv

late night thoughts

here's 1/2 posts for tonight to make up for the whole "lost my computer thing"

it is very unsettling that one time in our lives, all of our cells will die and be replaced, then we will have a whole new body, basically.

is anyone really sane enough to eat tomatoes that are chunky like in pasta sauce like AYY WYD WITH THAT TOMATORNADO EW

im really hungry and i wanna get food but im scared im gonna get caught sos

tbh i love jawlines and dimples and grey sweatpants

EEK SWEATER WEATHER CAME ON AT THE GROCERY STORE AND I WAS SQUEALING AND MY MOM WAS SCARED FOR MY WELL BEING

speaking of which

i am listening to tnbhd rn yay

oh look what came on shuffle

"SWEATHER"

OKAY IMA GO JAM OUT PEACE

since you've been gooooooone

jk i was the one who has been gone.
whoops.
i left my laptop at my friends house and i just now got it.

aaaanyways there will be a new post up tonight.

stay sassy.
-viiv

playlist #1: The Neighbourhood

okay, so I am going to be making random playlists of some artists that i like so here ya goooo

The Neighbourhood Playlist

the beach// the neigbourhood
you're not stubborn// two door cinema club
control// halsey
car radio// twenty one pilots
wiped out!// the neighbourhood
here// alessia cara
pity party// melanie martinez
say my name// odesza (all the remixes are amazing, esp. luke shay remix and RAC remix)
slowtown// twenty one pilots
teenagers// My chemical romance

THATS IT IM CRYING WHEN WILL MCR RETURN FROM WAR ITS BEEN THREE YEARS HELP

3/22/13

stay sassy.
-viiv

I AM A PRODUCTIVE WOMAN

okay, so the past few days i have been on spring break, and its amazing how lazy a person can be. But TODAY i actually did human stuff and yay so heres what i did

I actually updated my google+ profile because i realized that OVER 2K PEOPLE HAVE VIEWED IT WHAT EVEN HOW NOT EVEN I DONT EVEN KNOW FIVE PEOPLE HELP so i updated it from my cheesy girly blog to this one so that happened

Editing pictures is more of a hobby than a job i'd say, but i treat it just the same so that has been happening recently. I have a collection on my google+ or whatever full of edits so yeash

I went outside, bought clothes, and wore them wow viv so productive yeah GOT THAT RIGHT I HAVE SHORTS YALL but they dont suit dress code, but do i really care, not one single bit.

Currently brainstorming on how i am going to write a concerned letter to my school's superintendent to change the school dress code because tbh it is up to the parents, right? its not like im gonna wear thong shorts with my butt hanging out right?

aaaaanyways,
stay sassy.
-viiv

Reality

I walk out the door, into my car, to his house. Him. The most handsome gentleman a woman could ever want. And he’s mine. And I’m his. I look in the rear-view mirror. Staring at my eyes. There was not much traffic in Chicago today, which is weird. I pull into the coffee shop, and buy a coffee- salted caramel macchiato. His favorite. I say bye to Mae, my favorite barista, and head out the door. Fifteen minutes more of driving ahead of me.

Pulling into the driveway, I take a sneaky sip of the still-warm coffee I got him. I knock on the door to see his mom yelling at her husband.

He rushes me to his room where we climb out the window, onto the roof, the coffee in his hand. We stargazed until midnight where we just talked about nothing and everything, problems, and feelings. I loved him so much, and I was glad to call him mine. He wrapped his warm jacket around me and leaned in to put his arm around my waist. I nuzzle my head into his shoulder, broad and muscular. He tells me, “god, i’m so in love with you. I never want to leave your side, and I will never let you be alone, sad, mad, or frustrated. I’ve got you.”

“I love you.”

Then I woke up.

(part two coming soon on trash66669.blogspot.com)