Love Letters for the Masses

L L f t M

Welcome to Love Letters for the Masses

The Girl
Name: Christen
DOB/age: 16 Dec., 1986/16
looks like: short, fat, blonde over blue, fair skin, nerdy glasses, indie rock-meet-emo-core style.
adores: Bright Eyes, the PirateCore (arrr), Straight Edge, From Autumn to Ashes, lyrics, movies, brown pants, earrings, bobby pins
abhores: feeling stupid, little boys that enjoy violence, people who skip out on you, pop-punk, ghetto kids that are not from the ghetto
Bright Eyes fan
Commander Venus fan

In The Now
Talking to pree-tay Chris. I have a crush, kids.

The Music
Check out:
Bright Eyes
I Hate Myself
Cursive
The Faint

The Links
rainbow*connections made this skin.
Saddle Creek saved my soul.
Sarah shapes my smile.
MTSU is where I am going to school, weather anyone likes it or not.
Nashville Shows is where to find out what goes on here in Hell.

"Selling out is the compromising of ideals or artistic integrity for money. Getting exposure, selling lots of records, making new fans, and actually making a living playing music is SUCCEEDING, not selling out. Glad we cleared that up." ~Dude from the Saddle Creek Webboard, most likely concerning Conor Oberst

LYRICS for the Beautiful People

On My To Work, Bright Eyes//There's a car parked where the block begins/And these people singing praises/Say it's all because of him/And there's a bird perched on a frayed wet wire/And his voice sings out for a lover/But it's covered by the choir/Of voices reaching way beyond the rafters/With devotion they perform these sacred tasks/They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks/Slight suffering is not too much to ask//Besides, we all are making money/And we're all fucking alone/And we don't know what we're doing/Maybe just buying us some hope/Because we know that we are lonely/Well, yeah, lonely that's for sure/And the older ones are coughing/Yeah, the older ones they're dying/Maybe we're all dying//I pass a graveyard on my way to work/Today I saw two dozen white roses/on a fresh new mound of dirt/And I wondered about the occupant/When the darkness finally swallowed him/was he calm and content?/Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing/Ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed/Crying out loud for someone to help him/Then collapsing on his back all pale and dead//Maybe it's me who's this unstable Always obsessed about the end/Why can't I let what happens happen/And just enjoy the time I spend?/Oh, how I wish it was that easy/But when there is no point to anything/You know it gets a bit confusing/Why it is that I keep going/Why is it that we keep going?//

4.8.03

Sarah and I went shopping today! SHOES=so fashion core...

MY shoes.
Sarah's shoes

Sarah also got three beautiful pair of panties, and a pimp white\warm coloured flower skirt. She also tried on some pretty-pimp 50's style dresses, which look fab on her. Woo for shopping. Grah. Maybe I am fashioncore, minus all the really expensive clothes. A watered down fashioncore. Like loser fashioncore. Or maybe I just like shoes.

I have to admit, though, the best part of today was my shower head time. I am such a horny girl, but damn...that is so good. I have Wednesday all home alone, too. In and out of the shower all days, kids. I guess that makes me terrible, but this is my not giving a flying god damn. If you try it, you'll see. Grah, so good.

Tomorrow I get to school for orientation. Woo. I get my student ID taken, so I need to fix up, I guess. As lame as it is, I care about how I look sometimes. Plus...meh, I'll be seeing kids I haven't seen in a bit. Dear god, I am a nerd.

Christen added colour at 4:08:00 PM

3.8.03

I drove for three hours today. Give me a god damn, I need one. I am proud. I didn't to to shabby, either. Drove to school and did some parking lessons, as I SUCK at parking. Then Dad drove to the gas station by where gorgey Chris works and we picked up some ice creams and cokes. Yum. Then we hit the interstate and I drove down to the Wilson County fairgrounds and back, all the way home. Woo.

Tomorrow, I am going school shopping with my homie, Sarah. Perhaps I can persuade my mom to give me some cashola for shoes.

Jesus. This time a week from now, I'll be saying my last goodbyes with Summer. It's almost over, kids. I am, for the most part, thankful. School is the suck, but summer is not so much fun, either. I didn't even get to sleep in much, and now that I have a week off I am still in the grove of work. Irony is noy my best friend.

I got bored, so hey, look what I did!

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Christen added colour at 5:52:00 PM

Woo. I got two pair jeans of the boot cut persuation, and a little "tiny fit" mauve shirt with a tiny little pocket that is JUST the right size for a 1 inch button. Huzzah for new things.

Talking to Chris. *sighs* About films. Yay.

Went for a drive yesterday and did not so hot. I hate driving on McGavock Pike. Kill that road.

I am really, really looking forward to college all of the sudden. Like more than before, even. I want to leave the house and be on my own. I got an itch for free-dom. Woo woo.

Christen added colour at 1:38:00 PM

graybe
You are "Waste of Paint". You can be a
very over analyzing person and you are sort of
lost. You aren't really sure where you're going
with your life but for now you hold some hope
that you will indeed get to where you are
going. Oh yeah, and that thing called
"love", you feel it's just a game of
chance. A game you are not good at.

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you're "haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh".
you just found out that your significant other
is cheating on you. haha that SUCKS.. go look
in the mirror and contemplate suicide, then i
dunno, cry or something.

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no lies, just love
How depressing. You continously ponder the
advantages of suicide. Maybe you won't go
through with it, maybe you'll finally see that
the world isn't so bad. Cheer up, please.

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2.8.03
 

 
 I love my Straight Edge.
 
 And my Sarah.
 
 We had, of course, a blast. Our cake was full of "fun," known to the public as that cake mix with "confetti" in it, with icing to match. We wrote (sloppily) a giant sXe on the top of it, and ate a slab of it with our faces. Yes, our faces, kids. As on we put a piece on a plate and shoved our faces in. We have pictures, even. Sarah's black icing made a Hitler mustasche. I had cake "buggers" flowing out of my nose. So in the pictures, we look like Hitler and the Boggie Woman. Great stuff.
 
 Afterwards, we took our two whompin' bottles of Straight Edge non-alcoholic sparkling wine-like beverage. We proceeded to drink all of their contents whilst watching A Clockwork Orage (for the first time, woo woo) and An American Wearwolf in London. Clockwork Orange rocked. It's one of those movies that you're not sure you like or not until it's over and you've had time to reflect on the symbolism and themes. I like it a lot. After I watch it again, I'll write something on here about it to work up my analitical skills again before school starts...in nine days.
 
 After the movies (both sickeningly full of female nudity, which I see daily and don't care for so much) we went to my room and crashed after a little bit of talking. Oh, I had wearwolves in my closet, by the way. But my sister's inflateable chair kept them at bay, so worry now.
 
 The first thing Sarah said when she woke up this morning was, "I am so smashed." Rock on for the Edge drunkeness on sparkling grape juice.
 
 Basically, we just had lazy kid cake eating pirateXfashionXhateXcore Edge fun. And I enjoyed it greatly.
 
 My packages also came yesterday. My stuff from Interpunk and Saddle Creek. Woo. It all rocks. I got free stuff like woah. Two samplers from Interpunk (one for Krazy Fest-RIP, dreams of rocking hard- and one creepy punk one that I don't much feel like listening to) and stickers from Saddle Creek (two Faint, one Sorry About Dresden). Also, the coolest part I think, a handwritten thanks from Ryan of The Good Life. Woo woo. Sarah said that Ryan, being in a band with Tim, had surely touched Tim, then touched my note, then I touched it, so I have indirectly touched Tim. I like that idea.
 
 Sarah sent me this yesterday. Read. All of it. It's funny like woah.
 
 how to be hardcore
 
 
 1) Be tough at all times. 
 2) Never cheer after a show...only clap. 
 3) Be open minded in a "punch people" kind of way 
 4) Only the good hardcore bands have names that are sentences with bad 
 grammar. Boy Hits Car, Boy Sets Fire, Skycamefalling, Boy Sets 
 Car-fire. 
 5) Ankles are tough so bring your socks down into your shoes so we can 
 see them. 
 6) Tattoos are tough especially when they are on your calves. See Rule 
 3 on how to see said tattoo more clearly. 
 7) Wear your hoody in the mosh pit because sweating like a wild pig 
 makes you look tough. 
 8) Don't admit you listen to heavy metal. 
 9) (Exception to rule 8) Only admit you listen to heavy metal if you 
 think it is ironic and you wear 80's cheese metal shirts. 
 10) Be a non-conformist, just like all your friends. 
 11) Practice hardcore dancing in front of your mirror and then try them 
 out the next time Atreyu comes to town. 
 12) A hardcore band is only original if you call it something-core. 
 Example Screamcore, emocore, Screamocore, mathcore, or Medio-core. 
 13) Remember, it's fun to punch and kick kung fu style. 
 14) Keep it in the do-jo. 
 15) Real hardcore fans are called kids. 
 16) Complain how hardcore bands are playing with metal bands at all 
 costs! 
 17) Have your own zine, website, production company or be in a band. 
 Claim you are friends with the singer from Shai Halud. 
 18) Tell people you work in the music industry. 
 19) More Ankles people! 
 20) Embrace everybody in the scene except for those people who are not 
 you. 
 21) Refer to bands as old school or new school then act tough again. 
 22) Pretend that you get Dillinger Escape plan. 
 23) Shop at second hand stores and then go buy expensive shoes. 
 24) Beat people up and then go to bible study class. 
 25) Smoking and drinking and having sex before marriage is too trendy. 
 Real hardcore tough guys abstain. 
 26) Whatever you do, don't let the singer on stage ever sing in the 
 mic. Make sure you grab it from him and sing in it yourself, after all, 
 you do a better job singing then him. It's a wonder they didn't put you 
 on the album. 
 27) Start your own hardcore band. 
 28) Have your logo resemble some random 80's product for nostalgia. 
 29) Talk about the scene any chance you get. Say as many obscure 
 hardcore bands from NJ as possible. 
 30) If you are shy start an emo band so you don't have to look at the 
 audience. 
 31) People who know more bands than you are better than you. 
 32) Add the Letter X before and after important words. XhardcorekidX 
 XmoshfuckX 
 33) Never say "Did you hear the new Strung Out?" Unless you are 
 attempting to be funny in which case stop it because hardcore kids are tough 
 not funny. 
 34) It's merch not Merchandise. 
 35) Hardcore girls must wear head bands at all times. 
 36) Stretch your ears out to look more intimidating. 
 37) The bigger you stretch you ears out the more hardcore you are. 
 38) Your ear should be stretched out enough to accommodate a block of 
 wood, a hubcap or a penis. 
 39) People in the front row are best used as a ladder/staircase to 
 reach your goal...steal the mic away from the singer. 
 40) When people ask you if you like a band always say "I only like the 
 old stuff" or "I haven't really gotten into the new stuff". 
 41) Buy all of that bands merch. 
 42) Wear your new merch at the next hardcore show. 
 43) Repeat steps 41 and 42 
 44) If you have to wear glasses make sure they are thick, black framed 
 ones. 
 45) Don't tell anybody but make sure you try on your new vintage 
 clothes and stud belt before heading out to see Poison the well. 
 46) Never admit you don't like Hatebreed and go see them live 12 times 
 a year. 
 47) Complain that they are playing with slayer but don't admit you 
 actually like Slayer. 
 48) Complain at all costs. 
 49) Tag team hardcore dancing is cool 
 50) Real hardcore kids are really struggling photographers. 
 51) You don't go to hardcore concerts, you go to hardcore shows. BIG 
 difference. 
 52) Name your hardcore dance moves things like "The mother fuck" or 
 "kick that guys ass move" or better yet....stay home and cry. 
 53) Protect your body from swinging limbs by sacrificing your two arms. 
 54) Scream about love. 
 55) All age venues are important so you are not tempted to drink. 
 56) Claim you know a guy who knows a guy whose best friend was standing 
 next to the guy who got his ass kicked during Converge. Bash the 
 hardcore scene and then go see The Get Up Kids. 
 57) Anytime somebody mentions a band always say you know somebody in 
 the band. 
 58)Wear your pins with honour! Shai Halud, American Nightmare, Minor 
 Threat and the purple heart of valour. 
 59) Velcro shoes are cool. 
 60) Don't admit that you have a crush on the singer from Walls of 
 Jericho. If somebody asks, say you respect her as a musician only. 
 61) Your band name should contain one of the following words: Blood, 
 Murder, Kill, Victim and butterfly. 
 62) Print your band name as if it was on a bad printing press. Actual 
 graphics are for posers. 
 63) Sleep on a portrait painted prettier then everyone. 
 64) 100 bands from around the world to play in your city. All of them 
 are the world's best hardcore bands. Every label represented, every 
 hardcore genre present. The venue is the best all-ages venue in the world. 
 Tickets are $1.00. It is your job to go around saying the festival 
 should be free. 
 65) Record producers must make sure to pump the mid because mid is 
 tough. 
 66) Re-issue your demos after every album. 
 67) When the band starts playing everybody join hands and make a big 
 circle so we can watch the big kids play. 
 68) Crying on stage makes you a professional. 
 69) Complain some more. 
 70) Album covers must be made at home on Photoshop by your good friend. 
 71) If you are from New York NEVER smile in a promo pic. In fact always 
 try to cross your arms and look into the camera as if you are going to 
 beat up whom ever is looking. 
 72) If you are from New Jersey NEVER smile in a promo pic either. In 
 fact try to look like you just lost your girl friend to the hardcore band 
 from New York. 
 73) Never admit that Emo is Country music lyrics mixed with pop rock 
 riffs and marketed by 17 year olds trying to make their friend be the 
 next Dashboard Confessional. 
 74) American Idol is your worst enemy. (But you voted for Ruben) 
 75) You can get away with glitter on your face as long as your 
 stretched ear plugs are clear. 
 76) Fuck beer, Got breast milk? 
 77) Bandanas are cool. 
 78) Bandanas with big X on them are cooler. 
 79) Bandanas with big X on them were cool last week you poser. 
 80) Your best friend is a guy named XattackX from Jersey who you chat 
 with on MSN everyday. He is coming to see you one day. Really. 
 81) Chunky breakdowns in your songs are original and you should 
 continue to do them despite every other band doing them which is clearly a rip 
 off of your band. 
 82) Judge other bands and always compare them to the socio-cultural 
 effects of the band Integrity. 
 83) Look up Socio-cultural in the dictionary and then get offended. 
 84) Green Day is the real reason you are still alive. 
 85) Describe your group of friends as "the scene" and then watch 
 bootlegs of last weeks. 
 86) Obey the laws of the hardcore scene or forever be banished from the 
 circle. 
 87) When somebody asks you what is hardcore respond with "I am 
 hardcore" then punch somebody in the face for looking at you wrong. 
 88) Keep punching 
 89) Kick a little too 
 90) Punch 
 91) Add a threat about their mother for good measure. 
 92) Pretend you are won the fight then pickup your dismembered left 
 arm. 
 93) You are wearing the same thing as the 40-year old gas pump 
 attendant but for some strange mystical reason you are cooler than he is. 
 94) Tell everybody that Trustkill Records are too trendy. 
 95) Did you stop acting tough? I saw you hug that teddy bear. 
 96) Pierce you tits and tattoo your body. 
 97) Straight bangs means straight-edge 
 98) Being vegan means you can't swallow sperm. 
 99) When in doubt Mock everything 
 100) Take everything personally. 
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1.8.03
 

 
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 HAPPY BIRFDAY, MOTHER FUCKERS!
 
 I am one today. So is Sarah. We whomp arse. Hurrah for Edge kids.
 
 I have composed a song:
 
 Happy birfday to us,
 Happy birfday to us,
 Happy birfday, pimp arse Straight Edge pirateXfashionXhateXcore Sarah and Christen,
 Happy birfday toooooo US!
 *stomp, stomp, stomp*
 
 Woo woo. I love us, kid. We've made it a year, and still whomping hard. Hey ho, give me a high five.
 
 Oh, and the Friday Fivers.
 
 1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings?
 no later than 8. woo.
 
 2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late?
 Not so much. 11 is the latest.
 
 3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning?
 Put clothes on, as I sleep nakie.
 
 4. How long does it take to get ready for your day?
 About 5 minutes to get dressed and out the door. Woo.
 
 5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast?
 Hum...Noshville. Huzzah for Jewish kid food.
 Christen added colour at
 11:21:00 AM

31.7.03
 

 
 Give me two pur, I need to pur so I can get to stompin on my hott friend's head.
 
 Again, Chris stood us up. TWO days right in a row. TWO days waisted, other than rocking with Sarah. Terrible time, kids. Let's tell a story.
 
 So I scramble around to get ready. Fix it up with Chris, convince my mom+family that they HAVE to go see a movie, fix my hair, brush my teeth twice, get my shoes on, fix stuff up with Sarah, get Abs to come along and get out of her pitty pool, get out the door, get there. We were a little early, so we went to look for Josh to pass the time. No cigar. went back to look. No Chris cigar, either. So to pass the time, we look at sex books. How terrible. And all this time, mind you, I am sweating because I am hot and nervious. So we look again, and still no Chris. We wander some more, waste some more time, go back, STILL no Chris. So, depressed at getting stood up twice, we head to the pizza place for pizza, but realize that we can't get pizza AND sundays, so we opt for just sundays at the expensive chocolate place. Warm brownie sundays. Thank god for chocolate. So we're all crazy and laughing and crazier, then mom comes to get us with the kids because their movie is done. Tell her about the standing up, she now hates one of my favourite kids. Walk down to get Clay's shoes, mom takes forever and is an ARSE about it. Then we walk back towards the theatre, and I stop in at Journey's to show mom my shoes. JESUS GOD, if there is not Josh and all his hott core kid friend. And I freak out, kind of, because of Josh's orgasm sexyness. And I comment to Sarah, and MOM hears and starts asking very, very loudly "Who's Josh? Who's Josh?" So we skirt out real fast, and I am SO embarassed, because you know how scene kids are. we skirt into Pac Sun, and I get my bag, then we skirt out, and I feel like shit.
 
 And I still feel like shit. I love Chris. He's one of my favourite guy pals. And he does this to me, and it's amplified by mom's stupidity. Call me a stupid teen, and then suck my cock.
 
 I hate being ditched.
 
 I need to wack, it makes things better. It does. It releases endorphins.
 
 Chris emailed me. He had car trouble, he says. I hope he really does, and is not just trying to avoid me. I don't think he is, because he's been there for me for a lot of stuff. He's a good kid, really. He's just...a boy.
 
 I hate boys.
 Christen added colour at
 3:06:00 PM

Chris had to work, he got called in yesterday, he didn't mean to stand us up. And he lurves me so much, we're going out today. Me, him, and Sarah. Woo woo for friends. With great asses.
 Christen added colour at
 9:18:00 AM

30.7.03
 

 
 Woo woo. I just drove down to school in the pouring rain of this very night. Woo. I feel so...acomplished. Me=nerd.
 Christen added colour at
 6:14:00 PM

Sarah and I were stood up by Chris, whom we were supposed to meet up with to play pool at Jillian's pool hall. Growl. Oh well. Time for a stomping, when school rolls around. Hey ho, give me a high five. Meh, he prolly just had to work early or something. We'll see.
 
 But never fear, because tomorrow all of my family minus me is going ot the wave pool, leaving ME alone in the house, and we ALL know what that means...showerhead. Yes, my friends, both Sarah and my new addiction. Forgive me for going into detail, but I have to. It's so great.
 
 A good showerhead can outdo a guy. Not that I would know firsthand, but I am pretty sure. O after O after O, kids. Orgasm, orgasm. We have a massage setting on ours, and give me a god damn (god damn) because it's fab. That, on one's C-word....grah. Makes of get very, very, very loud and squirm all over the place. It's can't-stand-up-for-a-long-time-afterwards good. Sarah's recipe:
 
 Add:
 One Showerhead
 One Special C Word
 15 Hard-to-find Free Minutes
 
 Throw in a dash of Weak-in-the-knees 
 
 End Result:
 My new addiction
 
 I thinkthat I am going to take a few...creative liberties. My directions (forgive me for doing the mad copycat on you, my homie, but...groan, etc):
 
 Ingredients:
 Yourself, clothed
 1 dark bathroom
 1 empty tub
 1 showerhead
 2-3 lavender candles
 1 book matched
 1 oh-so-special C word
 The whole damned day
 
 Directions:
 Start with dark bathroom. Enter. Add 2-3 lavender candles, light with matches. Remove clothes. Approach empty bath tub, fix water tempurature to liking. Lay down in bath tub. Turn on showerhead, turn to massage mode. Apply to special C word.
 
 Wallow in the pleasure for as long as you like.
 
 Yes, yes...yes....
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 3:34:00 PM

29.7.03
 

 
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Today is my Dad's 43rd birthday. I think it's 43. Maybe one more or less. On any account, that means last minuet gift getting. Woo. Which might mean getting my messenger bag for school. Huzzah for giant brown messener bags.
 
 Also, today I am ordering my stuff from Interpunk and Saddle Creek. Sarah, just to me sure, so therefore correct me if I am wrong, I am getting, for you, dear Sarah, whom is almost 16, or will be shortly into September:
 ~The beautiful, wonderful I Hate Myself CD, with "ten" songs, which actually equal eleven.
 ~The Cursive "Art is Hard" shirt in black, size...small? Child large? Call me.
 ~A Cursive button. You pick which one, as ich care-e nicht.
 
 And I am getting myself, as I need new things:
 ~A From Autumn to Ashes shirt, in black
 ~A Straight Edge shirt, in red
 ~An I Hate Myself shirt, which equal pimp like woah, in black
 ~The same I Hate Myself CD, because I lurve them
 ~A Saddle Creek label shirt, in blue
 ~A The Faint shirt, whom I lurve, in black
 ~A pimp Cursive shirt, in black, with a Nebraska on it. Yay!
 ~An old The Faint album, from which Worked Up So Sexual comes, which is the ear of The Faint which I dig most...more stringy, yet still electronic, and much sex for all.
 ~A Cursive button, whichever one Sarah doesn't want.
 
 High five for internet shopping! I'll even have some (small) cash left over for Sarah and myself's sXe first year birfday party. I am WAY looking forward to it. TeHe...Oh, are we doing it at your dad's or mom's place? My mom is fine with your mom, but hates your dad because of the phone call. *laughs* Because he made her feel stupid.
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