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Rumors

1) Tom & Chantelle?

Yes. That's real as far as I can see, but I think Tom just wants to romp around with her, nothing serious.

2) Georg & Taylor?

Umm, not as far as I can see. The rumor started with Miley Cyrus saying she'd seen them together, but she makes up stuff all the time, so I don't know.

3) Bill & the Flipsyde boys?

NO. There has been no evidence to point towards it.

4) Bill & Lady Gaga?

No. Just no. It was a magazine aricle which sugessted that Bill is Gaga's type, but Bill is waaay to hot for her.

5) Songs from new album?

Yep. They are real and you can hear them on the Tokio Hotel network. But the lyrics one is fake, as it is grammaticly incorrect.


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New Website!

Yep, I made a new website! I really like it, to be fair!

It's so beautiful :)))

http://suzannahowens.webs.com/

Please have a look and join the site :))

I don't want my efforts to be in vain, go on :D

Byebyes x x x

My Bill Collage!!

Hoping you like it :)



Byebyes for now x

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Whinge mode :(

Awww :((

I have neck cramp :'( It hurts like hell :'(

I've had to miss out on the party today because of it, it's really painful :(

But anyway, I have the Sims 3, so all is not lost!! I think I shall be dowloading loads of custom content today, and I want to make a big Tokio Hotel collage. I shall post it up :)

Oop, I also have a new idea for a band name, "Fuck-face". Yeah? Well, it suits us all very well XD

Byebyes for now x x


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RIP Micheal Jackson

As you know, earlier tonight we saw the death of the king of pop, Mr Micheal Jackson. He will be greatly missed by everyone who loved him. My friend and I were bopping along to Thriller this afternoon, and I found he had died about 13 minutes after it happened. I can't believe how sad I am for his family. I love Jermaine, and he's lost his brother. I'm gutted. I couldn't believe it. I still can't. He was 50. So young, he should have had so much more time. People had been booking tickets for his upcoming tour, and we all go and find out that he's passed away. At least he can be in peace now, free from false allegations and prejudice. I'm shocked at how upset I am by it. I'm lost for words.



RIP Micheal. You'll be missed by all.

Band Picture

Well, I just got a bunch of old pictures, cropped them and made a cool band picture for us. I don't know what our band name is yet, so I just put "Untitled". It was the one I came up with and we are, technically untitled :)

A band, you say?

Guess who finally got herself a band?

Yes, me :)

Eeek, I'm buzzing, but mostly because of all the websites I can set up for us! I'm such a computer geek, I know :) I want a facebook, myspace, blogspot, youtube, twitter... all that! I can't wait!

Hannah (vocalist) thinks we should be called Fatal Seduction, but we've both agreed that it doesn't really suit our bassist, Max. XD

So, any suggestions are most welcome! Follow me on twitter please and direct message me any suggestions: http://twitter.com/Zan_

Danke x

So, anyway, the only thing we need is a drummer now, and we're sorted. Great :)

This is our band's singer:

http://www.youtube.com/user/HannahWardJones

I'm the guitarist, and I'll put up some examples of my stuff soon, and no doubt Max will too. Hopefully. Maybe.

Wait... what if we just call ourselves, "Untitled"? That could work.

Let me know :)

For Katie - In Die Nacht English lyrics

In me
it's slowly getting cold
how long can we be here together?
Stay here
The shadows want to get me
But when we go, I only go with you
You are
All that I am
and everything that's running through my veins
Always we will be together
Where we go, I don't care how deep


I don't wanna be there alone
Let's stay together
In the night
There will come a time
We'll be together
In the night


I hear when you quietly cry
notice every single time you breathe
And also
If the fates will end it now
I don't care
'cos we'll share everything


I don't wanna be there alone
Let's stay together
In the night
There will come a time
We'll be together
In the night

In the night at some time
In the night together with you

Stop me or I'll be
Alone in the night
Come along and stop me
Or I'll be alone in the night

I don't wanna be there alone
Let's stay together
In the night
There will come a time
We'll be together
In the night

You are all that I am
And everything that's running through my veins


I changed a few words here and there, but I think it sounds good :)

Update on Satuday's gig

Right. Let's do this by bullet points. I've just got some news.

.. Saturday, there will be about 15 people there (rehearsal), then in September, 200 people

.. It's a private party (by invitation only) Sorry!

.. There will be a band there as well as us, most likely a jazz group (I know).

.. If Katie decides to get off with one of the band members, it would more than likely be a 50 year old saxophonist.

.. I only need Katie for the September gig.

Ookles, that's all.

Also, next weekend, I have a party in Nantwich, then the weekend after, a bike rally, and I think we're going to see that guy on Friday.

Oh my god!

I didn't tell you about him!

He's a superstar. He came to our house selling gas & electric, and he noticed the guitars. So naturally, he had a go of all of them, and WHAT A VOICE! This guy is amazing! I can't even describe it, he was unbelievable! Before we knew it, we'd all pretty much fallen in love with him! He is just incredible. He has a range of 4 octaves! Four! I wish everyone could meet him, he's got the most incredible voice I've ever heard, and we had this guy here for about 2 hours! And he's so nice to talk to! He's awesome! :DDDDDD

Best after-school thing ever!

Byebyes x x

Bricking it XD

Well, as you know, I was kicked out over the weekend, but never fear! I have returned, and I'll keep you updated on everything every day if I can.

On Saturday, I'm hopefully taking my singer, katie out for a gig. :)
Well, a party-gig. I've been asked to play anyway, but the real party isn't until September, we're practicing having a party, if that makes sense.
As you probably know, I'm a guitarist, and a couple of months back, we were semi-permanently lent a Fender Stratocaster - 1964, Custom, the works. I intend on playing it, and I've appointed my mum's friend Emma as my band manager. Not that I have much of a band, but I'm hoping after this gig, we'll get a few more people to play stuff, and we'll be able to sort something, and we'll be playing together quite often, hopefully :)
Anyway, it's Emma's job to seek out gigs available for us to perform at, make sure we get there on time and so on.
I'm really scared about the gig though, there's going to be 150-200 people there, and there are going to be bands possibly better than us. But we'll get by. :)

Right, Emma, you wanted in in writing : you are our Band Manager. With capitals!

So, Katie better clear her scheduele, I want her at this gig!

Post in a few, I have to cook dinner

Byebyes x x

Mum kicked me out :/

Yeah. That's why I haven't been posting. She kicked me out the other day :/

I'll explain soon x

Sims 3!!

I haven't stopped playing that game all weekend. It's mint!!! :DDDD

I'm absolutely mad on it, and I've been a Sims superfan from the beggining! :D

Also, Adam Lambert is following me on Twiiter!! Fitness... I don't care that he's gay, I can still dream XD... and I do ;)

I haven't heard anything on Bill and Tom for a few days now.. Wonder why?

Anyway, this weekend it's just been Sims & guitar :) Legend :D

My Final Draft for my English :P - Called "Dead on arrival"

Marc gazed down at the dead body that lay before him. It was her, alright. The assassin Marc had been trying to catch for two years had been murdered. There was an ice pick through her skull. He felt a pang of loss, somehow. He’d wanted this woman behind bars, not dead. It was the easy way out. Simon shuffled over quietly. “Are you alright, sir?” he asked, patting his superior’s shoulder. He’d only been a CSI for a couple of months, but Simon had seen enough blood and guts to sink a boat.
“Yes.” Marc spun around to face him. “I’m fine, and don’t call me sir. Just Marc is fine.”
“Yes, Marc. No problem. Sorry.” Simon stuttered. Marc didn’t much care for newbies. They were all so weak, they lacked confidence. He didn’t have the time for them.
“Hey, Marc?” called Darla.
“Yeah?” he tried not to look at the bloody corpse.
“We’ve got to get this to the lab, do you mind?” She asked, moving him to one side.
“Not at all.” He said, stepping away. The body bag was zipped up.
“Any thoughts?” asked Darla, as she tagged the bag.
“This woman was a trained assassin.” said Marc. “How could someone kill an assassin?”
“Maybe someone in the army. I hear they get trained pretty well.” Darla said, turning around.
Marc smiled slowly. “I think we just got our lead.”


“This is Charles Brown. He was the mayor’s son, and he served in the army for ten years. Plus, get this: he works part time as a mountain climbing instructor.” said Don.
“Access to ice picks.” nodded Mac.
“Exactly.” said Don. “Good luck.”
Marc peered though the glass. Charlie was sat there, twiddling his thumbs. Marc went inside the room.
“Hey.” Charlie nodded at him. Marc sat down.
“Hey, Charlie. Good to see you again.”
“Good to see you too. Just out of curiosity, why am I here?”
“One count of first degree murder.” Marc sighed, flicking though papers. He pulled out a photograph and thrust it at Charlie. “This is the woman who killed your father. We found her this morning.”
Charlie looked at the picture, his eyes wide. He spat on it in disgust and wiped his mouth clean. He made a face.
“Good. I didn’t kill her, but I’d like to meet whoever did. So I can shake their hand.”
“We have some evidence which points to you.”
“Oh, really? What evidence? What evidence, Marc?! She’s dead, so you just assume I’m responsible, is that it? You cops are like cavemen. No direction. Tell me honestly, Marc. Do I look like a killer to you?! Hell, my Dad was murdered! I’m not about to go and kill somebody too! I wouldn’t sink so low. I’m above this shit.”
Marc sighed and rubbed his forehead, as the door opened.

“Hey, Marc. Some interesting news.” said Danny.
Marc stormed out of the room to meet with him.
“What the hell, Danny? I was in the middle of an interrogation back there!” he shouted, swinging his arm back.
“You won’t need it. It’s not her.”
“What?”
“It’s not our assassin. Come with me, I’ll show you.”
Marc followed Danny into the morgue.
“See this?” Danny asked, pulling at the girl’s face. “Surgery – and lots of it. I did DNA, and it came back as someone called Charlotte Louise. She looks different in this picture, probably had a face lift, reconstructive surgery, Botox – the works. According to the network, she went missing a few days ago. No family. A friend filed the report. I think our assassin used this girl to fake her own death.”
Marc gazed at the photo on the screen.
“She chose her because they look similar, then made her have surgery so they would look identical, and throw us off the scent.”
Don nodded. “That’s the theory.” Don moved along to the feet of the corpse. “...and even weirder, there are bruises around her wrists and ankles. I’m thinking she was bound to something… maybe a bed. Most likely in a hospital. She’s had surgery, so she could have been held at some kind of abandoned hospital – where nobody could hear he cries.”
Marc smiled. “There’s an abandoned hospital on 5th Avenue.”

“Marc! We’ve got a body!” yelled Darla. “He’s our surgeon.” The corpse was on the floor, with blood dried on to his clothes. “I’d say he’s been dead about 10 – 14 hours, but it’s hard to tell in this heat.”
Blood was splattered all over the walls and floor, and over a bed in the corner. “She was held here.” said Darla, flipping over the mattress. There was a pool of dry blood.
“Good work.” nodded Marc. “What’s that in his eye?” Marc asked, bending down.
“It’s a camera.” Darla said, kneeling down next to him.
“She’s watching us.”

A woman sat alone with her laptop, staring at the screen.
“Darla, she’s watching us. Cut the cord!” It was saying. The woman smirked, and the screen turned black.

Darla kissed Marc’s forehead gently. “I know you’re worried Marc, but she can’t get us. We just follow the clues, find the answers. It’s what we’re paid for.”
“I know.” said Marc, standing up. “But this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me.”
“I know.” whispered Darla.
“Then you’ll know how it ended too. I won’t lose anyone else.” Marc said, walking away.



Marc sat at the bar alone. “Hey, Marc. You want to join us?” called Don from a table. Marc raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I might just do that. I’ve got nothing better to do.” He sighed, taking a seat at the table.
“This case is really getting to you, huh?” asked Don.
“I’ve been trying to catch her for two years, Don. Yeah, it’s getting to me. People are dying because I couldn’t catch her two years ago. They are dying, and it’s my fault.” sighed Marc, sipping his beer.
“It’s not your fault.” Simon piped in. “She’s the one going around killing people.”
“I had an opportunity to catch her though, and I couldn’t. Know why?” Simon shook his head. “I was drunk on the job, that’s why. I hit a rough patch when Jean left me, and as a result four people have been murdered. Four.” Marc looked away. “You’ll understand when you’ve been in the job a bit longer. You’ll get the guilt, the whole package. Just wait.”
Don laughed nervously. “Hey! You’re bringing the mood down, lighten up, Marc!” he sighed heavily. “Can I get you another drink?”
“Please.” Marc nodded.

“My name is Detective Marc Tyler.”
Marc spun around in surprise. A computer generated version of him was on the big screen in the corner.
“I’m a CSI at the New York crime lab.” It boomed.
Suddenly the image changed. It was another computer generated person. The assassin. “Catch me if you can.” The screen went blank.

“I want a security lockdown now!” yelled Marc. “She’s here somewhere, and she knows I’m here.” There was another camera.

Danny brought in a laptop, and sat at his desk. He was convinced he could hack in to the assassin’s computer through the network. All he needed was the IP address. He turned on a lamp and got to work.

The next day, marc arrived at the crime lab with a smile on his face. Danny had just paged him, which always meant new evidence. He swung open Danny’s office door.
“Guess what?” Danny squeaked, like an excitable child.
“What?” Marc replied, playing along.
“I think I have a way to lure our assassin in.” he grinned.
“Oh?”
“Now, she chooses her victims by looking up keywords, from online conversations. Just to see who’s in need of her…. Ermm… services.”
“So, if we set up a few untraceable email addresses, spark off some drama… she’ll take the bait?”
“Hopefully.”
“Do it.”
“No worries.” said Danny, sitting down by his computer.

A woman sat at her computer on the other side of town, clicking on to instant messaging, browsing conversations. ‘sexyguy101’ was online, speaking to ‘bustyhousewife277’. “We need your husband gone.” typed sexyguy101. “How?”

“Marc!” called Danny. “We got her.”
“Okay, what now?” Marc asked.
“Well, she’s saying she’ll meet bustyhousewife277 today at 10am, outside the library on 7th.”
“Busty housewife?”
“I was just putting words together.”
“Right, well, it doesn’t matter. Call Darla and tell her we’ll meet her on 7th in half an hour.”


The street was bustling with people as Darla sat on the sidewalk. The team hid around her, blending into the crowd.
“That’s her.” Marc whispered into his police radio. “30 degrees east from me.” Darla looked to her left. She was handed a note, and then the woman strutted off. ‘Don’t move.’ It read.
“It was a decoy, to make sure it’s not a trap.” Marc whispered to the radio. “Lay low.”
There she was. She sat next to Darla on the sidewalk, but marc could see a police officer approaching. “What’s he doing? Move away! He’s going to spook her.”
“He’s not one of ours.” said Don.
The assassin had spotted the officer, and ran off. Marc pulled out his gun and sprinted after her. “Stop! New York Police!” he yelled. She kept going. It wasn’t long before they reached a multi-storey parking lot. She ran up the steps, and he followed.
“Stop!” he shouted. She went on to the next storey, and turned back to shoot Marc. Marc dodged the bullet and fired a bullet himself. She tried to shoot him again, and he returned fire. The bullet went into her back, and she dropped behind a wall. She dropped her gun and Marc came up from behind and snatched it from her reach.

“Why did you do it?” he found himself asking.
“What? Kill?” she laughed shakily. “I do it for the money… and the thrill.”
“Thrill?” Marc sat down next to her.
“Those last few seconds of their lives, I love watching their eyes. It’s like a candle, burning inside them. I blow it out.” she smiled.
“What’s your name?” Marc asked.
“Who, me? I’m no-one. No name. Just a face. Many faces.”
Marc held her hand gently.
“Hey, you’re about to experience that thrill. You’ll see what I’m talking about.” she laughed and coughed. Her eyes fell and there was silence. Marc kissed her forehead and closed her eyes.
“See you in hell.”



END

English Coursework :P

I've finally decided on my creative witing piece! It's about an assasin, who eventually gets caught, but gets his revenge in jail, and escapes. So, here's the first paragraph.

I drove the bloody dagger from his heart, and he looked into my eyes, begging for mercy. A tear fell down his cheek. Blood oozed from his wound, as he tried to cover it with his hand. I felt no emotion. No remorse. It was just another kill. He took his final breath, and his life flickered away like a burning candle. The fire was gone. I closed his eyes with my hands and kissed his forehead. Heaven would take him, I told myself. He was going to a better place. His name was Lewis Tyler - a lawyer, a man of influence, a man of dignity. I wasn’t quite sure why he was wanted dead, but it wasn’t my job to know.


PS - I don't know what's going on with the font either - not my fault, it's not my usual font :(

Weekend Away :)

Hey :))

God, I haven't posted since Thursday. Wow. Okay, well, I'll fill you in.

FRIDAY

On Friday, I was in school for the best part of the day, after a morning filled with learning Shinedown on guitar (which isn't too hard actually). After that, me and my sister, Jess got taken out of school at lunch, and we first went to Tesco, where we got some lunchables, pringles, WKD, beer and some port wine. Then we went home. We packed all our stuff, and remarkably mine all fit into one bag. Packed up Lancelot (my guitar) and left. We then had to pick up Barry (mum's boyfriend) from outside his house, and we started the long & tiresome journey to Leeds. It rained all the way through our three hour journey, we had a storm, traffic jams.. you name it, we got it. After that we (finally) arrived at my Uncle's house at about half 5. We'd missed the Harley Davidson shop on the way, seeing as it was about to close, so Barry couldn't get anything sorted. But it was raining anyway. So we stayed at my Uncle's house and he went to judo, and then we drank a lot and played guitar, before passing out on the couch at about 3am. Weirdly, I'd brought pajamas but I didn't actually sleep in them the whole time we were there. I just crashed in whatever I was wearing at the time.

SATURDAY

Well, most of that was spent watching TV, Scrubs, Futurama, The Simpsons, Family Guy and all manner of pointless yet hilarious shows. We played guitar, had Chinese and I managed to get to sleep a little early for me, (mostly due to there being no signal on Sky), about 1am. It rained all day, again.

SUNDAY

Well, that's today. Once we got back from Leeds, which was another long journey, we found that Dee Valley Water had done something to the water supply, and I was dangerously dehydrated for about 2 hours, but then Sam (brother) went out and got some Coke. Thank god for popular fizzy drinks :) And now I'm just typing up everything I've been doing. Also, what has happened with TokioHotelAmerica? It's gone all weird, and it's been hacked. Really, really annoyed.

Well, that's all I've been doing.

Rawwr ^^

Byebyes now xx

Why English Sucks..

Ok, so in English, I never do my homework, and when I do, it's usually taking the piss. And we had to to a mock, and I did mock it. And lets just say it was a tad inappropriate.

Well, I got pulled out of class today for the head of english to have a go at me. And I mean have a go, not tell me off. She started insulting me & everything! Ughh, bloody bitch. Anyway, I've got better things ahead of me, tommorrow.

Tommorrow I get taken out of school at lunch and we're going down to Leeds, so I won't be able to post any new blogs until after I get back, seeing as I don't have a laptop. I really hope it's sunny :P

Gustav rocks :D

Has Tom got a new girlfriend?

I found myself pondering over this yesterday, and I've come to the conclusion that this might just be one of Tom's many one night stands. But, who knows? You can never be 100% sure.. maybe this is the start of Tom's 2009 love affair with Chantelle Paige. I dunno, but I know there's a picture, and here it is.


Also, how much does he look like Bill now? Good lord, they are finally identical twins again! And it looks like the rumour about the piercing was true too, cos I've seen a few pics with him wearing one, and it doesn't look photoshopped. Personally, I'm loving Tom's new style, but I don't think I like his "girlfriend". She looks really bitchy, like the kind you see in hip hop videos, yes? But if he's happy, it's all good. As long as Bill's still available XD

Worst Day Ever!

My god, today was so dull. It started crap, and ended likewise.
Well, as soon as I got up, I had to take my little sister to school, while I suffered with hayfever for the first time ever. It's so painful :(
Then, I had to go to the dentist, and I just had this fat bloke sticking his fingers in my mouth, which I HATE. And apperently, I've got to wear a retainer again! :S No way.
Then, I had to go to town, and I got a bit of make up, and some shoes - which sucked, beacuse they wren't for me :( And then, I had to go to school.
I walked into maths and as soon as I walked in I was told to get out! Bit humiliating, plus for some reason Alice didn't seem to want to speak to me all that much - God knows why :S
Then, we had lunch and I had to wait ages for everyone to get out their own class, which sucked, because I overheard someone going on about getting a tattoo - which I've wanted for AGES, and my mum won't let me get. She won't give me the money for it :(
Then, it was lunch, and I just wanted to not be there. It sucked, I would rather be anywhere else. Honestly, it was so boring for a first day back - which it was for me (I didn't go in yesterday) I almost wish I hadn't gone. And apparently, I've got the head of english screeching down my ear for doing my mock exam wrong. :S
Oh, well. Music is my life, and I play guitar because it's all I ever want to do. :)
If coursework gets in the way of music, I just won't do it. Simple.
Plus, for some reason, Rob thought it was fine to insult Bill, and punch me in the arm! Although I might not take myself seriously, I don't expect that from him, and I'm not having it - plus he scratched my Disturbed CD! He's soooo dead.

Anyway, enough about that. Here's a nice picture. Makes me feel better. :)