xxsleep @ 2007-05-09T19:55:00

2007-05-09T23:55:57Z

there is no point to me writing

BOSTON?

2007-03-18T00:12:05Z

yes. its been completly made over.
its actually The Road To Boston.
its everything leading up to when we get to that town.
all the ideas were brainstormed during 3am sessions in katies kitchen.
honestly, im baring my soul in this.
everything ive ever done wrong
and my weaknesses.
reading this is pretty much findind out everything there is to know about me
and thus, i share.

BOSTON.

The story of two souls.

As told by

Natalie Kathrine Broda.

Prologe: Spring.

It began in the spring time. When all the world was waking from its not so peaceful slumber of snow and ice. It began at a time when Christmas dreams were a thing of the past, and snowmen were no longer aloud to stand tall. The only thing on the minds of all was the deep green grass and the never ending blue skies. Small flowers were budding from the earth, popping up to remind us of the warmth that was yet to come. Their beautiful petals wobbled hesitantly on the skinny steams. They were like babies learning to walk.

The rest of the world was learning to walk with them.

I can still remember the first day of that spring. It was everything I had pictured it would be. The breathing of the world was slow and warm, like it was just waking up from a cold, harsh, nap. I stepped outside and took in the scent of new beginnings and smiled. It was so perfect that I could just scream. I chose to run instead.

I leaped from the porch with my eyes shut tight. Every inch of the ground beneath memorized to me. My front lawn was never the most beautiful thing, but that fresh grown grass was like heaven to my bare toes. I ran in it, every which way I could, eventually ending up sprinting down the street. The black top tar slapped against my heels as my legs took me for a ride. I looked around wild eyed, taking in everything in the neighborhood I could. There were little kids playing jump rope in their drive ways. There were old folk out planting gardens. There were lovers on porch swings and spouses watching them carefully. Everywhere I looked there was life and excitement. I could hardly contain myself.

I slowed my racing speed down to a pleasant stroll and, grinning like an idiot, eventually stopped outside of a house. It was really something to be proud of, that house. I swear if it could talk it might have been the most humble and kind house on the block. It was stone red with large windows in front, lacy blue curtains hung in them. The door was a creamy white and had a brass doorknob that looked to be centuries old; worn in from old friends entering and bad times leaving. It all showed through on that tiny metal handle.

I bounced from the street to the stoop of this house and sighed happily, the scent of spring filling my lungs. I tapped on the door lightly and waited, it only took a few seconds for someone to answer the door and greet me with a warm hug and an equally large smile, such as my own.

"It’s finally here Ray," We parted and smiled even wider. "It’s spring at last." He nodded and lead me inside to the oh so familiar home. Wood floors in almost every downstairs room, a staircase with pale blue carpeting, an old dog bed that never got tossed out, a new kitten sleeping soundly in it, giant windows everywhere you look, sunshine coming from the cracks in the walls; It was a perfect safe haven for all those years.

I danced slowly into his kitchen where two stools where set up around the island. Papers were scattered all over the white tile counter top and a large map of the USA was opened and drawn on. It all looked so colorful from the mass amounts of pure sun beaming in from the glass panes. I took a seat and sighed again as Ray began to make us breakfest, just like always.

"So Ray, I see you have our road trip plans out here. Would we be planning anything special today?" I made the tone of my voice sound almost mocking and argonaut, a childish thing that I had always done. Sarcasm was defiantly the right word for it.

"Oh I’m not so sure Frank. It could be mighty dangerous if we plan anything further." He set a large pot of water to boil on the stove and leaned against the cupboard next to it. I smirked and began to trace my finger along the thick green line circling the US.

"Well, I think we could take that risk. As long as we take some precautions, like, getting me some coffee before I go insane." Energy has never been my strong point, and running all the way from my house certainly didn’t help much.

"Agreed." We both waited in silence for the water to boil and drank in the morning peace. It would soon be disturbed by our uncontrollable laughter. Or so we thought.

"There," He said, pouring two cups and handing me the instant coffee mix. "Water and caffeine for a Mr. Frank Iero. Fake chocolate for myself." We each made our drinks and sipped at them softly.

Usually when Ray and I meet up to talk about our trip, all we can do is smile and laugh. We giggle and grin until our faces turn blue. And yet, for some reason, we weren’t even smiling. It was for our own separate reasons obvious. I didn’t know why Ray was so somber, but as for me, I think I was getting just a little bit nervous. We may have started planning well in advance, but those never ending what-if’s were starting to fill my brain. Anything and everything could go wrong on this trip. It was beyond overwhelming to even think of that. In fact, everything was overwhelming at that point. Maybe the reason we never stopped smiling before was that it was so far away. Five years is a long time, it’s hard to take much of anything serious if it’s going to be happening in five years. But we didn’t have five years anymore. We had two months. Two more months in the small town, the only home we’d really ever known. I didn’t know wether to be over joyed, or completely terrified anymore.

"So this is it huh?" I set down my coffee and peered at the map. "This is what we’re going to do?" Ray nodded and set down his drink as well.

"Looks good, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah, it looks really damn amazing." Rays eyes were lit up as he breathlessly sighed, a large wave of emotions in his breath.

We had always been ones for symbolism, me more then Ray most often. And, I had come to realize, that we were drawn to things that symbolize Rebirth. We just naturally wanted to surround ourselves with new beginnings, happy ones filled with hope and inspiration. Beginnings had always been my favorite part about life. The beginning of a story, of a romance. The beginning of a movie, of a weekend. The beginning of a life, of a death. Things like that were so beautiful and precious to me. Which might be one of the reasons Ray and I were so close. I never ran out of beginnings when it came to him. The beginning of our friendship. The beginning of his relationships, of their endings. With him, everything seemed a little bit fresher then the regular produce aisle(sp?).

And thus, our map. The beginning of the best part of our lives would be started with a road trip around the entire country. We would only stop when we found our home.

When we found our wings.

feedback would be nice.
also, ignore spelling and grammer errors. i'll get to those eventually.
so yeah.
symbolismmm. haha :]

xxsleep @ 2006-12-12T00:58:00

2006-12-12T00:58:25Z

I really hate being a teenager tbh. I mean, Im as anti drama as they come and STILL I get caught up in all this messy teen shit. One of my friends called me today and left me a message asking "why do you hate me so much natalie? *sniffle*" I would usually feel bad for the kid, I mean it's been a while since we really talked, but he can just be so damn annoying. He keeps saying things like YOU'RE TOO OPINIONATED. YOU'RE TOO MEAN. YOU'RE TOO BOSSY.

I tried changing myself once; and it's never happening again.

I will agree with the first one. I am very opinionated. It's not my fault though is it? Sometimes its just like, if I dont say something I will explode. And truly, I'm not mean about it. But I cant only be nice to a certin extent. Im not perfect you know.

I hate being busy. I have so many ideas in my head ready for Dande.Kiss. that it's not even funny. But unfortunetly I can only share a chapter list...

Chapter One: Grayscale
Chapter Two: A New Life // Soft, Bright, and New. // The Dream.
Chapter Three: They Weren’t Lying After All [I really am crazy]
Chapter Four: Welcome Home.
Chapter Five: Unbelievable.

and some time later there will be a chapter somewhere along the lines of:

Chapter ?: Then Why Don't You Save Me?

[tiss the idea i told katie about >.>]

Yup. worst teaser post EVER. i know. dont rub it in.

xxsleep @ 2006-11-09T21:23:00

2006-11-09T21:23:20Z

101 Reasons Why Life Is Harder When Your First Name Is "Mikey" And Your Last Name Is "Way"

is not only a BITCH to type
but is also going on a longlonglonglonglonglonglonglonglonglonglonglonglonglonglonglong
hiatus.

so sorry. you'll all find out why sooner or later =]

xxsleep @ 2006-10-20T00:16:00

2006-10-20T00:29:38Z

Today we are all to be saved again....

So I listend to the album,
So shoot me i'm weak.
But the point is I feel like ive been saved again.
Are the fans the only ones who feel this way?
I mean god damnit kids!
Cant you hear it?
The worst of them brings out the best in us.
Kaite and I were talking.
And we decided that one day we're going to have our own Heavy Room.
We want to know more about ourselves.
But most of all.
We want to be better people.

BP quiz my friend made lol :

how did you react when you say the post for the album?: Fucking screamed and woke up my dog.
what were you feeling when The End started to play?: Proud and god damn happy to be alive.
Did you skip any songs?: HELL NO xD
what's your favorite?:   Disentatched for sure.
why is that your favorite?:

Well I was there on the day
They sold the cars for the queen
And when the lights all went out
We watched our lives on the screen
I hate the ending myself
But it started with an alright scene.
It was the roar of the crowed
That gave me heartache to sing
It was a lie when they smiled
And said you wont feel a thing
And as we run from the cops
We laugh so hard it would sting,
Yeah yeah ohh         - yeah...that.

What did you do when it ended?:   let it play again and cried a little. Just out of pride and happyness.
What do you plan to do tomorrow?: tell everyone i come in contact with how amazing it is.
What is your least favorite song?:   Welcome To The Black Parade - only because its not new lol
What song is on right now?:    HOUSE OF MOTHERFUCKING WOLVES!

lol yep. so....erm....anyone else happy?

xxsleep @ 2006-09-28T18:46:00

2006-09-28T22:47:34Z