well.. this is my first journal entry i'm from mexico and i'm 16 so.. if you are going to read my journal.. don't laugh about my awful english I'm still learning yesterdar was a cloudy day.. it were rainign all day long.. and i love rainy days! (: I'm freezing right now!.. I live in a little town where winter is too short and summer too loooong! so i hate summer.. so this days are gorgeous for me (: the bands I LOVE: the killers:heart: HIM (old stuff) Björk The Brithday Massacre Garbage Muse! Radiohead Placebo Regina Spektor Smashing Pumpkins She Wants Revenge Apocalytptica the distillers the rasmus yeah yeah yeahs etc. etc. etc.. i listen a lot of music the music i HATE avril lavigne belinda green day goodcharlotte simple plan and the most important thing!!! i hate labels I'm not punk, i'm absolutely not emo, i'm not ghotic.. or any stupid label you know i do dress in black and i love my eyeliner.. but i hate when people call me "emo" or something.. get over it.. so well.. i'm not so good with journals.. i'm new at this! hehe.. and by now you must think that i'm some kind of bitter bitch but i'm not (: i swear (: haha! here is a song i love to listen and singing! and again.. sorry for my bad english! The Killers - Under The Gun She's got her halo and wings Hidden under his eyes But she's an angel for sure She just can't stop telling lies But it's too late for his love Already caught in a trap His angel's kiss was a joke And she is not coming back Because heaven sends and heaven takes Crashing cars in his brain Keep him tied up to a dream And only she can set him free And then he says to me Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now Yeah she's got a criminal mind He's got a reason to pray His life is under the gun He's got to hold every day Now he just wants to wake up Yeah, just to prove it's a dream Cause she's an angel for sure But that remains to be seen Because heaven sends and heaven takes Crashing cars in his brain Keep him tied up to a dream And only she can set him free And then he says to me Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now Stupid on the streets of London James Dean in the rain Without her it's not the same The same, the same, but it's alright Because heaven sends and heaven takes Crashing cars in his brain Keep him tied up to a dream And only she can set him free And then he says to me Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now Again and again