Fuck. I never go on tumblr lol but, I’m bored so whatever.

Fuck. I never go on tumblr lol but, I’m bored so whatever.

the-crooked-tree:

fuck this guy

 Kony is the definition of evil.

Mario Propaganda Poster. :D

Mario Propaganda Poster. :D

No one likes the Magikarp. :P I feel like that sometimes…

No one likes the Magikarp. :P I feel like that sometimes…

My favorite band since I was 3. Nirvana :D Kurt Cobain-Guitar/Vocals Krist Noveselic-Bass amd Dave Grohl-Drums/Vocals  

My favorite band since I was 3. Nirvana :D Kurt Cobain-Guitar/Vocals Krist Noveselic-Bass amd Dave Grohl-Drums/Vocals  

A Fucking Title

Hello in this blog you will get to know me even more. My name is Cheyenne Raithel I’m 15 years old almost 16, a ginger, and I’m Buddhist. And I do have depression but I don’t take pills because in my respected opinion I think they will fuck you up even more, again that’s my opinion and people may disagree but if you respect my opinion I’ll respect yours. I guess I’m a crazy conspiracy believer, because I believe in a few of them but, the one I strongly believe in is that I think is a true statement is that Kurt Donald Cobain was Murdered! Anyways I love music I listen to allot of music my favorite genre is well two actually Punk and Grunge. I also play the drums,  I’m in one (was in two) band right now. With my two of best friends Clay (Guitar and vocals) , Joey (Bass) and, Me (Drums) and I know this is off topic but sometimes I feel like they hate me even if they say, “We don’t hate you.” I do still sometimes think they hate me. Anyways the bands/Artist I have been really into for a while have been Gallows, Jay Reatard, Arctic Monkeys, Wavves, The Vines. And yes I did listen to Screamo or whatever you wanna call it I still do sometimes but not as much anymore I just sorta grew out of it I guess. And I have been playing the drums for 11 years I got my first drum-set when I was 4 on my birthday. In my opinion I think I’m a decent drummer but you have to hear me play, because I’m self taught and when I learn a song I learn it by ear. It’s quite easy for me I only need to listen to the song about 3 to 5 times to get the song down. And please don’t judge my drumming from band class because I can’t read sheet music well and I don’t know the name of stroke rolls and everything else I find the pointless (again my opinion). I’m just an unorthodox musician. And now about the band I’m in with my two best friends. We never have had a permanent band name we keep coming up with band names but we all can never come to an agreement. And most of our band names sound like “Screamo” band names and, We’re Punk lol. But eventually we will come up with a band name that we can all agree on. Thanks for reading bye.

-Cheyenne       

Music and The Meaning of My Name

Well hello I’m very bored so I’m gonna talk about music and the meaning of my name. First off the meaning of my name because it has to do with music its three of my favorite songs by three of some of my favorite bands/artists 

My Shadow- Jay Reatard. R.I.P 1980-2010  He was an amazing PunRock juggernaut from Memphis, Tennessee of today and he will be greatly missed to his backing band members and his fans.

Teddy Picker- The Arctic Monkeys. A great British Indie Rock/Neo-Punk/Alternative band that have a combination sound of The Clash, Franz Ferdinand, The Strokes, and  The Libertines (all good bands by the way)

 Super Soaker- WAVVES. A Amazing Stoner Noise Pop low-fi Surf Punk band from Sand Diego, California that are like a combination of Nirvana (My all time favorite band), Jay Reatard, and Heavy Hawaii. 

And I highly recommend all the bands I mentioned in this post so yeah….. I’m bored and I’m gonna go play L.A Noire :D lol . Good bye and thanks for reading 

-Cheyenne    

Life (Random order and get to know me about the bad part about my life)

  Well lets start out with the good stuff My name is Cheyenne Raithel I was born on February 13, 1996 by my mother named Adele, and my Dad named Darian . I had a decent childhood until i was 9 when my parents got a divorce I didn’t fully understand what a divorce was until I was about 10, then I got used to switching back and forth to my Mom’s and Dad’s, and I didn’t mind my parents having a divorce until my mom met Mauro a Italian abusive drunk asshole who like to beat up my Mom when he got drunk (which was basically all the time) I got tired of this when I was 12 and I stood up for my Mom and told him to stop then he grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me into the dinning room table and I was in the hospital for a week and that was the last time I saw or heard a word from Mauro which I’m very glad I haven’t heard from him. 

Next is what has happened in my life recently it is quite depressing (as usual i have a depressing life and that’s my opinion some may disagree but i don’t give a shit) It was Thursday May 19, 2011 my Dad and I would go to Brush Creek Inn and get wings because every Thursdays it would be wing night, so we had a nice day and then it was late and I had to go to school the next day and my dad said, ” You have a dentist appointment tommorow so you’re gonna have to wake up early.” as a normal teenager I sighed and, I said, “OK.” So I woke up it because my alarm clock it was 7:05 am and I heard my Dad’s alarm clock going off and I was like maybe he forgot to turn off his alarm clock so I walked into his room and he was in his bead… Dead.

So I ran into my room and I grabbed my cell phone and called 911. And I must say the operators are stupid as fuck it took them 10 minutes to figure out my address even though I told them my address thoroughly 4 times and they almost got it wrong it really pissed me off, anyways the operators told me I had to put him on the flat surface so i picked him up and put my Dad on the ground then after that they told me I had to do chest compressions on him until the paramedics arrive. Then the paramedics arrived and then the police escorted me to the hospital were I called my 2 older brothers and sister then they arrived and i called my step mom (she is a bitch that i hate with a passion that is why i never mentioned her) and when I Called her when i found out my Dad died she was screaming at me on the phone and the police officer took the phone from me and started talking to her and telling her that my Dad passed away. that is all I have to say right now, and I know it probably doesn’t make any sense and I doubt anyone will read this whole entire thing if any of you do thanks I guess. I’m tired of typing about depressing memories. So goodbye and peace

-Cheyenne       

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