Happy New Years

Its 12 in GA and 11 in TN but im saying Happy New Years now :D xD
hope you all have fun

OH M GIZZLE!! DANIEL!!

If i haven't told you already I am completely and %100 precent in LOVE with Daniel Avery. My cousin happens to be friends with him, has his number and everything!! And as the wonderful cousin she is, has planned to have me meet him!! I get to meet THE Daniel Avery!! -faints- I think im already hypervenalating and i don't even meet him till tomorrow!! Im so pumped!! Im going to the Zoo with him and my Cousin, but if the Zoo isn't open we'll go skating or something :D im like so totally excited i can't contain myself. My heart is beating so fast it might jump out of my chest. I might die!! So if i don't ever have a new blog after this it's Daniel's fault. My heart sounds like this: "Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel Daniel -dies-" oh my god...i died D:
haha can you tell im Excited?!?!?! I can't wait!! Im gonna take LOADS of pictures and put them on here and my myspace and facebook and emoearth and any other social network im apart of. And if you don't know who Daniel Avery is click the banner below:






Around Midnight I'll post a New Years blog :D

MERRY CHRISTMAS

I know, I know, we still have 5 more days, but TONIGHT i celebrate :D!! Im going to that party :D the one i was mad about because my mom said i couldn't go!! IM GOING!! I CANT WAIT!! i have to clean my room first though..who cares I get to see my favorite ppl!! TRACE, JOEL, AND NOELLE!! YAYYYYY!!!

45 things girls want but wont ask for

1.touch her waist
2. actually talk to her
3. share secrets with her
4. give her one of your sweatshirts
5. Kiss her slowly
6. hug her
7. hold her
8. laugh with her
9. invite her places
10. hang out with her and your friends together
11. smile with her
12. take pictures with her
13. pull her onto your lap
14. we she says she loves you more, fight back, insist that YOU love HER more
15. when her friends say they love her more than you do, fight back, hold her so she can't get to her friends.
16. always hug her and say hi when you see her
17. kiss her unexpectedly
18. hug her from behind
19. tell her she's beautiful
20. tell her how you feel about her
21. open doors for her, walk her to her car, it makes her feel protected and loved
22. Tell her she's your everything - ONLY if you mean it
23. if it seems like somethings wrong ask her, if she denies anything is wrong, she doesn't want to talk about it, hug her.
24. make her feel loved
25. kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know
26.dont lie to her
27.dont cheat on her
28. take her anywhere she wants
29. txt message/ call her in the morning saying good morning and tell her how much you miss her
30. be there when she needs you
31. hold her when shes cold
32. when your alone hold her close and kiss her
33. kiss her on the cheek
34. while in the movies together, put your arm around her, her head will automaticly lay on your shoulder.
35. dont EVER tell her to leave, even just joking, and NEVER act like your mad
36. stand up for her
37. look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her
38. lay down under the stars and cuddle
39. when walking next to eachother grab her hand
40. hug her as long as possible
41. call/text her at night and tell her to have sweet dreams
42. comfort her when she cries
43. take her for long walks at night
44. always remind her you love her
45. sit on her and tell her you love her then bend down and kiss her.

BOUNUS TIPS:

*make sure she knows she's loved
*we may deny it but we really want you to tickle us

IMPORTANT NEWS!!

Zarathustra strikes again!!!
With new evil sidekicks!!



AND



And it seems as if she has teamed up with a NEW SUPER VILLAN!!
MATH HATER BOB!!! (bob is in fact a girl)

Bobs evil sidekick is....



The two villans and their sidekicks have done MUCH evil!! Including

Killing Barbies
Killing Hannah Montana
Killing the Jonas Brothers
WAIT this just in!! THEY DIDNT KILL JOE!!
AND THEY STOLE ALL THE FRENCH FRIES FROM MCDONALDS!!!

If you have seen these horrible people please call out anonymos tip line at

1-800- get- a life

Gummy Worms

So this weekend i was SUPPOSSED to go to a rocking christmas party up at my friends house. I was gonna see my home boys and just CHILL!! But of course my mom decides were gonna go to TN to see my family for the weekend...so now i have to miss said party and im extremely upset about it!! I was suppossed to bring a food to the party and i was just gonna dump a bunch of gummy worms into a bowl because for some reason i have gotten all my friends hooked on sour gummy worms!! But now i must make them buy the gummy worms themselves because i cant go. I am very sad and i was SO looking forward to this party because Trace was going to be there and i didnt get to see him last week and now i wont be able to see him for like EVER!! Im going to go sit in a corner and be sad now.

Gir

I am completely and %100 bored :D
My friend asked me to draw her something so i drew
Invader Zim and Gir :D
now im done
and bored
and sjhfgsdfl
yeah

Be Mine - a poem by me :D

I want to ask you but i dont know how.
I dont know what to say when to say it
Im scared beyond belief and i want you to fix it.
help me, save me, keep me safe and warm.
dont ever let me go.
Be mine forever,
Be mine?

single?!

Indeed my readers, (that dont exist) I am in fact single.
broke up with my boyfriend over the weekend. But it's all ok
we're still friends...i think D:
anyways. My weekend was greeaaatt!! WANNA HEAR?!? OK!!!

Friday: I went skating with my friend Noelle, Joel was supposed to come but he couldnt which made me sad D: then we went to this guys house and grabbed two movies and left. we then proceded to go to Noelle's house, once we were there we sat, the Daniel came over and the party started. We made speggetti and Daniel ate all of my gummy worms!! Then Joel FINALLY came over. We played manhunt, me and Joel had the BEST hiding spot, but noelle and daniel gave up!! we then went to noelles room, partied all night long and watched movies, danced around, tried to get Joel to take a picture with me...all that fun stuff. But then at around 10 Daniel had to leave, but JOel stayed until 12. We had loads of fun :D

Staurday: Me and Noelle woke up, went to the gas station, bought MORE gummy worms, then sat outside of Joel's house waiting for him to wake up, but then my butt got cold so we went tew Noelles house and did nothing all day!! Oh thats also the day i became single.

Sunday: We woke up, got dressed and went tew curch and chilled with Logan and Daniel! after church we went tew see if Joel could hang, but he was still asleep..(he sleeps alot) Then we went to Noelles house and played animal crossing. THEN we went to walmart bought some crap then went to church for this christmas thing..Noelle was working in the nursery and i was sitting down doing nothing, thats when Joel showed up :D:D:D he gived me a hug then Noelle's mom told him he was my new boyfriend, but he is not, it was a joke D: lolololol

and then i went home
i had a pretty eventful weekend.
yeah :D

FAKE FAKE FAKE!!

Someone is pretending to be me xD

www.scene-bxtch.piczo.com/aboutme

This is not me and my REAL piczo is here:

www.malia-massacre.piczo.com

just thought you'd wanna know that

♪♫love♪♫

Hey people who dont exist, because i know no one reads my blog xD
Im listening to decode by paramore, its from ♥♥twilight♥♥. Tonight i have a singing audition
for my new singing coach. :D i have two songs to chose from.

Misery Business - Paramore
or
Welcome to the black parade - My chemical romance

It will probably be Paramore, but who knows.
I need water.
I shall go get water!!
PEACE OUT!!

♪♫♪♫♪♫♪-malia has left the building- ♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫

To Write Love on Her Arms

MISSION STATEMENT:

To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.

VISION:

The vision is that we actually believe these things…
You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters.
We live in a difficult world, a broken world. My friend Byron is very smart - he says that life is hard for most people most of the time. We believe that everyone can relate to pain, that all of us live with questions, and all of us get stuck in moments. You need to know that you're not alone in the places you feel stuck.
We all wake to the human condition. We wake to mystery and beauty but also to tragedy and loss. Millions of people live with problems of pain. Millions of homes are filled with questions – moments and seasons and cycles that come as thieves and aim to stay. We know that pain is very real. It is our privilege to suggest that hope is real, and that help is real.
You need to know that rescue is possible, that freedom is possible, that God is still in the business of redemption. We're seeing it happen. We're seeing lives change as people get the help they need. People sitting across from a counselor for the first time. People stepping into treatment. In desperate moments, people calling a suicide hotline. We know that the first step to recovery is the hardest to take. We want to say here that it's worth it, that your life is worth fighting for, that it's possible to change.
Beyond treatment, we believe that community is essential, that people need other people, that we were never meant to do life alone.

The vision is that community and hope and help would replace secrets and silence.

The vision is people putting down guns and blades and bottles.

The vision is that we can reduce the suicide rate in America and around the world.

The vision is that we would learn what it means to love our friends, and that we would love ourselves enough to get the help we need.

The vision is better endings. The vision is the restoration of broken families and broken
relationships.

The vision is people finding life, finding freedom, finding love.

The vision is graduation, a Super Bowl, a wedding, a child, a sunrise.

The vision is people becoming incredible parents, people breaking cycles, making change.

The vision is the possibility that your best days are ahead.

The vision is the possibility that we're more loved than we'll ever know.

The vision is hope, and hope is real.

You are not alone, and this is not the end of your story.BEGIN:
This began as an attempt to tell a story and a way to help a friend in Spring 2006. The story and the life it represented were both things of contrast – pain and hope, addiction and sobriety, regret and the possibility of freedom. The story’s title “To Write Love on Her Arms” was also a goal, believing that a better life was possible. We started selling t-shirts as a way to pay for our friend’s treatment, and we made a MySpace page to give the whole thing a home. Our friends in Switchfoot and Anberlin were among the first to wear these shirts. In the days that followed, we learned quickly that the story we were telling represented people everywhere. We began to hear from people in need of help, and others asking what they could do to help their friends. We heard from people who had lost loved ones to suicide. Many said that these were questions they had never asked and parts of their story that they had never shared. Others were honest in a different way, confessing these were issues they knew little or nothing about. It seemed we had stumbled upon a bigger story, and a conversation that needed to be had.
Over the last two and a half years, we’ve responded to 80,000 messages from people in 40 different countries. We’ve had the opportunity to bring this conversation, and a message of hope and help, to concerts, universities, festivals and churches. We’ve learned that these are not American issues, not white issues or “emo” issues. These are issues of humanity, problems of pain that affect millions of people around the world.
We’ve learned that two out of three people who struggle with depression never seek help, and that untreated depression is the leading cause of suicide. In America alone, it’s estimated that 19 million people live with depression, and suicide is the third-leading cause of death among those 18-24 years old.
The good news is that depression is very treatable, that a very real hope exists in the face of these issues. We’ve met people who are getting the help they need, sitting across from a counselor for the first time, stepping into treatment, or reaching out to a suicide hotline in a desperate moment.

http://www.twloha.com/index.php

Scream to Be heard

This is a true story. There's an organization called To write love on her arms, its a great organization and the story is heart wrenching. Please read on and read the post up there^^
thanks! bye

The Story:
To Write Love On Her Arms
Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."
would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.
Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.
She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.
The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her c hurch, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.
She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.
I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes. Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show. She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies. On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope. Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired. After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff. She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life. As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope." I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly. We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true. We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home. I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.

Zarathustra

OH NO!! We have just been informed that there is a NEW SUPER VILLAN!!

Her name is Zarathustra!!

keep your eye out for her..

her arch enemy is....

Kyro Kasumi