Yeah, I'm the same way--sometimes it's easty to write four chapters in a day (or more), and other times I'll spend all day trying to write something, and nothing comes out. It comes and goes. :/
Anyway, thanks for reading all that and understanding. I really appreciate it. =] And I guess I'm kind of sorry I didn't get it too, but, I don't know... It made me come to terms with a lot of important stuff, and I actually feel a lot better somehow, haha. It's weird. I'm not sure how to explain it.
thanks so much for the story comment.
i really appreciate it.
i want to make the boys in all the bands seem the way they'd usually act. not the way their fans have them made up to be. and most boys in bands drink and smoke and occasionally do some drugs.
so i'm hoping, with the way the story's going, that that's what they're all going to do. :]
Thank you thank you. I like my about me. What kind of accent didn't you pick up? Is it southern or more northern? I've grown fond of my accent. I used to get teased so bad. When I lived in Georgia, my nickname was Jenny (like the girl in forrest gump haha).
Like, my favorite dude in Panic is Jon. He's cute and I love his voice and he's funny. But I'm writing about Brendon, and I've started one about Ryan. I write about Gerard, but Ray and Bob are my favorites. How does that make sense? lol. I don't get me sometimes.
So you know the Northern Downpour story you have? I always wondered why you didn't update, then I realised I didn't subscribe by accident. I hate it when I forget to subscribe. But no worries! I've subscribed haha.
O my god, well, I really love his hands. It's just something stupid about me I guess. I had a period in which I only looked up pictures of him where his hands where looking really good. I don't know why, but I still have that obsession so it made my heart skip a beat. Haha. He looked so shy when I was standing next to him and shaking. But he was soo sweet, if I ever get to meet him again I will die.
Well it still suprises me that they even know Holland exists. Don't worry, one day, you won't even know what hit you. I was walking down the street, looking for a toilet and there he was. It was, amazing, seriously, I couldn't breath the entire time. I talked with him about music and our different intrests. We even talked about the weather in Holland. I have a very crazy obsession with his hands so when he laid his hand on my shoulder I almost DIED!