Glad it wasn't me..

The lead singer of Panic! At The Disco was hit by a bottle and injured on stage at the Carling Weekend: Reading Festival on August 25th.

Check out the YouTube video:



All I can say is I'm glad it wasn't me.. and I hope I never have to experience it. That would suck.

What kills me is the time that goes by before the dude on the left puts his guitar down. Just put the damn thing down and help the poor guy out already!


Changes, changes..

I've been busy learning Blogger hacks and coming up with all sorts of new ways to make this blog bigger and better, and after a couple days of thinking, this is what I came up with..
* Blog links- You know you want more traffic to your blog. Why not trade links so we both benefit? (I don't accept blogs that are pornographic or have excessive foul language.)
* 'Read more' link- It keeps the main page loading time down.. because there's a lot of stuff here.
* Add my button- Because I'm an attention whore and love to see myself on someone else's page.
* News, beauty/fashion, and pagan feeds- Stuff I like to read up on. It's easily accessable for me, and I can also share it with my readers.
* Recent comments- Kind of convenient, I guess. It'll be easier for me to get back to you.

If there's anything else you'd like to see here, let me know.

And I want to thank everyone who's been commenting and supporting my brand new blog project. You guys rock.

You just never know when you'll need one.

I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE.

After rummaging through my purse today, I came to the conclusion that I have a stupid obsession with lighters- especially those convenient mini ones. They fit everywhere and you just never know when you may need one.

But this goes beyond being prepared.. I counted five in my purse, one in my back pocket, one in my makeup bag, and two in my closet. And I'm sure there's at least one stuck in the couch. And several in the car.

They're great for all sorts of stuff- fixing loose threads on shoes, heating eyeliner, lighting up (whatever your fix may be), and of course for sheer amusement. And maybe threatening those annoying neighbor kids.. they shouldn't be playing in the street at midnight anyway.

Now I want to hear from those reading this. What is your obsession?

Old people are cheap!

RANT ALERT!

I've learned a few things over this past year of bartending at the legion-
1) Most old people are cheap bastards.
2) They also tend to dislike hard rock and metal.
3) They have to pee way too often.

I want to put some extra emphasis on #1.. Come on, guys. I'm that cute young bartender who promptly serves you beer with a smile. I play along when you flirt with me. I'm every old dude's dream.. so why are you so cheap? I rely on my low wage and tips to pay my bills and put toward new music equipment. It's not 1946 anymore.. add on a good sixty years, guys.

It kills me.

But hey, what can I do? It's not like I can say, "Hey man, slap down another couple bills." And I'm not going to show them my boobs either (or lack of).

This sucks arse.

New York Loves Bryanboy

I don't usually rave about other blogs, so when I do, they're worth your time.

Move over, camera whores and label snobs, and let a true rich bitch show you how it's done. Bryanboy is indeed "le superstar fabuleux". Flaunting his eccentric fashion sense for the world, this queen is the shit.

Sure, he's materialistic and sometimes downright rude, but his charisma keeps readers coming back for more. I've fallen to the addiction (as well as many, many others) and stop in regularly to read about his daily adventures.

Visit Bryanboy's blog.

NEW YORK LOVES BRYANBOY!

Dave the Pizza Guy

I'm so mean sometimes.

I couldn't keep myself from laughing when I saw Dave (my guitarist) in his Dominos uniform.. it's just very out of character for him. He's this cool, laid back rocker dude.. in a frickin' pizza uniform.

But then again, if I was getting the tips he's been getting, I'd suck it up and flaunt that horrid fashion too.

My little sister and I ordered a pizza for delivery and he called me up as soon as he found out, yelling, "WHAT IS THIS?" into the phone. We wound up chatting for maybe five minutes and then another fifteen when he delivered the food. I can only hope I'm not getting him in trouble.

ALL HAIL DAVE THE PIZZA GUY!

About Me

Who am I?

I ask myself this question fairly often, maybe once a week. It's my way of keeping myself in check. With all the crazy things I encounter, awesome opportunities I take advantage of, and the fabulous people I call my friends, it's easy to lose my head and let the ego take control. In a world full of fake people, I'd rather be REAL and down-to-earth.. I don't have time for drama.

This blog is a reflection of myself- a little wild, unconventional, and imaginitive. I say what comes to mind, however blunt it is. I tend to go against the grain and find that to be perfectly acceptable- how else does one overcome the lies the world tells them and discover who they really are?

I am not a professional writer. There are many days when I wish I was. There are also many days when I'm glad I'm not.

I am an artist. My main focus is music, but I also enjoy drawing, acting, graphic design, dance, and photography. I am a lyricist, a composer, a singer, and I play several instruments. I love the energy in live music- that is what I live for.

I love fashion, but don't expect me to drop $500 on a handbag.

I am a Pagan. I am not evil, nor am I crazy. I do not hex people. I do not think I can fly. I was raised with morals and taught to listen to my conscience. I try to do what's right. I accept people who are different than I, and respect their opinions (as long as they are spoken in a respectful manner). I do not push my beliefs on others. And most of all, I don't look down on others because I think their beliefs are wrong. This is more than many pagan-haters can say about themselves.

So who am I?

I am Raivyn.

You can email me at Raivyn85 at yahoo dot com. I try to respond to every email, but because I get so many messages, I can't guarantee that I will. However, I do read every single one. (Keep in mind, I may publish some of the best.. or worst.)

Thank you for taking time to stop in and read my ramblings. Here, I am nothing without my readers.

Adopt an Eric.

My friend created a new website recently called Adopt an Eric. It has all sorts of things to occupy your mind with and will continue to grow for a while, so go check it out. I've already got my own Eric the Sheep on my MySpace profile.

There is some mature content here and there on the site, so I don't recommend it for the under-15 crowd. Other than that, I give it an 8/10.

Welcome to the circus.

I wanted to create a place to document my random thoughts and odd situations I get myself into, and so here it is. The whacked-out template is still under construction (I'm working on new ways to send people to a psych ward), so forgive the "Link 1", etc. Those spots will be filled eventually.

I love feedback, so don't hesitate to comment on something you love/hate. And new ideas are always welcome. So TALK TO ME, DAMN IT! (I'm not really that demanding, I promise!)