axel rose

haha !!!!!!


and spooky ..U ROCK

um ya ..she used to sing contry and then she went to L.A. and co-wrote every single one of her songs....

so ...ya ....if she aint prefabricated than ..wtf is ???.

i say ...: she must die lol mouhahahahahhahahahahahah

cool!!!!!

im making an anti-avril link on my website ..its still under construction tho lol

[ www.twitch.devils-defect.com ]

i was refering to the french actor ...if u were insulted tipsy


fake

l'hermite




and amanda...i dunno if u did it on purpose but its not ..big butt in your face its : when a girl walks in with a itty-biity waist and a round thing in your face ...

victims

as in choking victims..

cath ....dont even bother with that asshole..

u know i love u eldee but thats not entirely true ya know....i did quite abit of K and never went close to touching ice...so ya...thats all i wanted to say

and why are we bringing this subject back ...i thought people got over it by now...

thank u galaksy

[ www.kissfm.com ]

OLEE!!!!!!!!! STOP TORTURING ME!!!!!!!!!!!

ya but what if ur crying cause ur happy its over...u cant really smile cause it happened if it was painfull...=/

no...scotts an idiot ....are u neoforms best friend???

retarded

oh my ....and all this time ive been friends with a non-real person ....=/

*pukes*

dreds

so pat isnt a real person???

woah!!!! i didnt know that !

YAY!!!!! :P

why do u talk about urself in teh third person scott??? ur not that special....

tuxedo mask

i dunno about the first one but the second ya its her

hehehe its sooo funny

ok but like the best of all is defenitly this one :


I wish everyone whould stop saying that I'm not "punk"! God damnit, I created punk for this day and age. Do you see Britney walking around wearing ties and singing punk? Hell no. Thats what I do. I'm like a Sid Vicious for a new generation. People look up to me and want to be me. And thats fine, just don't try to copy the sh*t I do!"

don't know if all the quotes are true, some might not be. But the first article is definitely true and I definitely hate her. Who does she think *she* is? She used to be a freaken country singer, and know she thinks she's a punk rocker! And she thinks that her music is punk rock.... right... Ya gotta read the article at least. At the bottom's a pic of her w/o makeup. And it's not a fake, or a made-up one. It's from when she went to a radio station interview... [ www.kissfm.com ] for more

Attacking a Journalist

"I straighten the collar on my light blue polo shirt nervously as I watch several acts on the roster for Minneapolis radio station, KDWB's annual Last Chance Summer Dance perform. It is certainly not the first time I've been in attendance at a concert. It's not the concert that makes me nervous. It's the interview I'm to do very soon.

There is an astounding applause as the next performer is introduced. It's 17-year-old rocker, Avril Lavigne, the girl I'm set to interview after the show. I can see Avril quite well from where I'm standing. In fact, I see her in an almost painfully clear way. Her dark blue army shirt and striped tie seem to stand out too well and I feel myself being trapped by the realization of where I am and what I'm doing.

But perhaps I should stop now for a moment and explain myself. Just last week, I wrote on my website that my last Avril interview experience must have surely been a misunderstanding. To put it lightly, Avril was rather rude to me, however it still fails to be seen which one of us was truly at fault.

This is my mission today: To interview Avril again and hopefully, do a better job of it. I am not sure if she will remember me or the interview. My hope is that we will be able to make some kind of a connection. As a journalist, I am more than eager to interview one of today's biggest and brightest stars. Avril is, without argument, making an impact all over the world and I feel obligated to find out more about her. This task, though, is a difficult one for me. Since interviewing Avril back in July, secretly, I have been having nightmares about the "Sk8er Boi" singing, petite 5'2", outspoken, rawkstar. I know that I should not be afraid, but I am.

I look up at Avril as she performs. Her hands grip the microphone tightly as she soulfully sings. She scans the crowd slowly, her eyes finally landing on ME. She continues singing, but I see that she is thinking about something. I know that she must somehow, see straight through me. She knows that I am afraid.

I smack myself back to reality and try to enjoy the rest of the show. I run through an ideal interview in my head, reminding myself that I should come back to reality. After all, this is only a teenage girl. I am an experienced journalist of many years and have nothing to fear.

The show is over and the crowd is beginning to exit and I slip backstage. I stop to have a few words with the remnants of girl-group 3LW, nodding sympathetically as Adrienne laments about ex-member, Naturi's recent exit from the group. She and Kiely apologize for not being able to talk longer, and head off in another direction. In the distance, I hear a pumped-up exclamation ("Hell yeah!") from a young girl. It's Avril. I close my eyes and try to remain calm. I walk closer and see her talking excitedly to one of her band members. There are few others in sight.

My hand draws tightly around the two folding chairs I brought along. Would Avril want to sit down? Would she even agree to do the interview? I take a deep breath.

"Avril," I begin brightly, walking towards her and extending my hand. Avril stops in mid-sentence. Both she and the band guy look annoyed.

I clear my throat and say, "I was wondering if you might like to do an interview."

"Uhmm," Avril mutters passively, "Just a minute."

She leans towards the band member and they whisper together for a moment.

"Sure!" she exclaims, breaking away from the huddle.

"I'm gonna go get a hot dog," the guy says, waving as he walks off away from us.

"I brought some chairs if you'd like," I offer, my voice breaking a little towards the end of the brief statement.

"Oh, awesome!" Avril says, bouncing towards me a grabbing one of them. She takes an excessively long time unfolding it and then sits down across from me.

"You may remember me," I begin.

"Yeah! Chad! My man! How the fuck have you been?" Avril interrupts.

"Actually, it's Chet," I correct her, "Chet Healey."

"Oh, yeah, cool, whatever," she says quickly.

Unsure of how to proceed, I nervously straighten my collar once again.

"Nice shirt," Avril snorts.

Deciding to ignore the comment, I smile a little bit and prepare to begin the interview.

"Your new video for 'Sk8er Boi,' is heavily rotated on both MTV and Much Music. Are you glad that people seem to be responding so well to the second single?" I ask.

"What do you mean? Like I'm not a one-hit wonder now or something? I never thought I was gonna be one. I know I'm gonna be so much more than that," she replies defensively.

"So you've always known you'd be a singer," I springboard off her last comment.

"Hell, yes! I remember being a little girl and singing wherever I went. I worked to make my name known and shit. I knew I was gonna be a star.," she says, putting specific emphasis on the word "star."

I nod in agreement, and say, "Well, you certainly are a star."

"Did you always know you wanted to be a writer?" she then asks.

Feeling as though the tables have been turned, perhaps a bit inappropriately, I reply coolly, "I prefer the word 'journalist,' but yes. I have always enjoyed writing."

"Are you like, really a real journalist then," she asks, fingering the bottom of her signature tie.

Ignoring this comment also, I decide to quickly ask another question.

"Tell us about your tie," I blurt out.

A look of genuine disgust crosses over Avril's face. Her mouth draws up into a harsh scowl.

"What about my tie?" she demands.

Finding myself a bit tongue tied, I expand on the question.

"Is it an essential part of your style?"

"What's this 'my style?' I just wear whatever the fuck I want. I wear ties because I like to. I wouldn't like wear a fucking Ralph Lauren baby blue polo shirt like some people are doing just to make themselves look good and shit." she blasts.

Reeling from the verbal assault, I manage to get out an "Okay," and then instinctively reach under my chair.

I must explain something at this point. I always carry with me a notebook with questions and comments about whoever it is I'm set to interview on a particular day. In my last interview, I attempted to avoid using the notebook simply because upon seeing it, Avril immediately looked annoyed. This time I have not brought a notebook at all.

Deciding that it was time to go back to the basics, I quickly think of a simple question to ask Avril.

"What was it like shooting the 'Sk8er Boi' video?"

"Uhhm, dude. It was on MTV. Making the Video, duh," she mutters.

"Oh really?" I ask. "Tell us about the special."

"It was just like us making the video and all. Me and my band. We hung out, had a great time and made the video. What more do you need to know?"

"Where was it shot?" I say.

"In LA," Avril replies, sounding extremely annoyed at this point.

"Cool," I reply, at a complete loss for words.

"So like, are you gonna ask me some real questions or not?" Avril asks. "Cause I've got like places to go and things to do."

"I'm sorry, I apologize," I reply.

"Whatever," Avril says, haughtily.

"You've been around performing and promoting for awhile now. What are some of your favorite places and favorite parts of being on tour?" I ask, relieved to have finally found a good question.

"Dude, I'm not on tour.," she corrects me. "I'm promoting. I can't wait to fucking be on a real tour. It's gonna be so awesome."

"Why's that?" I ask.

"I love performing," Avril replies, almost smiling, "It's like my favorite part of all this. I can't wait until I can perform every night for all new people. It's gonna be the best. And hanging out with the band. Oh my god, I just can't wait."

"Speaking of the band, I've heard some rumors that you're dating one of the members. Is there any truth to that? They're all quite cute and seem like wonderful young gentleman."

Avril looks at me blankly for a minute and then doubles over in laughter. Between her giggles, I can make out "Wonderful...young...gentleman....what....the...fuck??"

"Avril..." I say, trying to get her attention.

I am unsuccessful. I reach over and touch her knee to get her attention. Avril stops immediately, sits up, and glares at me.

She grabs my hand, "Don't you fucking touch me," she hisses.

"Sorry!" I exclaim. She keeps her iron grip on my hand.

"You'd better be," she growls, and then releases my hand. It's throbbing in pain.

"Some grip you've got there," I chuckle, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Ohmigod, are you okay?" Avril asks.

I nod, trying not to cry.

"Here," she says, offering her tie to me.

I look at her quizzically for a moment. Her eyes are wide and she looks concerned.

"I don't have any Kleenex...for you to dry your eyes," she says quietly.

"Oh....thank you," I reply and deciding to humor her, use the tie to gently wipe the corner of my eyes.

Because I'm holding her tie, Avril's face is now within a few inches of my face. I can smell odor of Juicy Fruit gum on her breath. She inhales quickly and spits right in my face. It is a direct hit straight in my right eye.

Avril leans back quickly, looking astonished and also extremely amused. She begins laughing again. I reach into my pockets, looking for something, anything, to clean my face off. I find nothing. Sighing, I grab the front of my shirt and use it to dry my eyes.

Avril laughs even harder when she sees this. I roll my eyes and stand up, ready to leave.

"Dude, really, I'm sorry," Avril giggles.

I fold up my chair quickly and begin walking away. I have had enough.

"Hey!" Avril shouts and runs after me.

"I can see you don't want me to interview you," I cry.

"Honestly, I'm sorry!" she shouts.

I whirl around and carefully look at her. She's standing with one hand on her hip, looking upset and even a bit ashamed.

"Really?" I ask.

"Really," she replies, nodding, holding out her hand, offering an apology. "Friends?"

I walk towards her. She is only about 15 feet away. As I approach, her mouth begins to curl into a vicious smile. I am now five feet away.

"Get him!" she shouts, looking straight behind me. I turn around and am met with a huge splash on my front. A moment later, I realize it's ketchup and I realize that the "attackers" were two of Avril's band members. I can hear Avril laughing behind me. I turn around to confront her.

"Fuck you, dude!" she laughs. "I remember you and your stupid ass questions from last time. Don't you ever fucking try to interview me again!"

I walk away, hurt and offended. I stop once, to look at Avril and her band. They are high-fiving each other and laughing cruelly. Avril spots me looking at her and sticks up her middle finger.

I will do as she says. I am never interviewing Avril Lavigne again for the rest of my life."



Quotes

"It's like, all this American Idol crap that pisses me off. Here I am, working my ass off for my fans while some little slut blows some English guy with a bug up his ass and people all respect her. It's sick."

"It's not about me personally attacking people, it's getting them scared. I'm just freakin em' out so that I can sell the most records and stuff. (On dissing other singers)"

"You can lable me anything you want, just think of me as a bitch who does what she loves to do."

"I'm not gonna go out there and dress like a hoe and stuff. Look how well that worked for Britney."

"The guys I date have to be like me. I can't see myself with some skinny prep guy driving in his daddy's car."

"I swear, what is she tring to do (Christina Aguleira), beat Britney on being the sluttiest of all time? She is freakin nasty. I mean, how many STD's does she have? Who goes around telling everyone about their p---- ring? It's sick."

"Have you seen her (Christina Aguliera) new video? Poor Girl. (Referring to 'Dirrty')"

"It's like not about the style, its about the music (on being Punk)."

"(Gasp) Britney Spears fully clothed?"

"I wish everyone whould stop saying that I'm not "punk"! God damnit, I created punk for this day and age. Do you see Britney walking around wearing ties and singing punk? Hell no. Thats what I do. I'm like a Sid Vicious for a new generation. People look up to me and want to be me. And thats fine, just don't try to copy the sh*t I do!"

"I get tired on the road. I've got Radio Disney to keep me company."

"I think that skater over there is SO CUTE!"

"I get all these loser preps coming up to me asking for autographs and all this crap, and I really want to tell them, 'My music is not for people like you!'"

"Girls and guys can relate to my songs. They are deep and emotional. I wrote those lyrics when I was trying to survive."

"It's somthing about "S8ter Boi" that makes it so hard rock. Oh, I know! It's me singing on the f*cking track!"

"I write about whatever's on my heart."

"I'm a very emotional person and my talent is transferring my emotions on to paper. It's something I can just do. People may be in disbelief that I wrote it but I did."

"I won't change anything because I think the most important thing is being yourself and that's what I'm going to continue to do."

"There was a guitar laying around the house and my Dad plays the guitar and I picked it up and very slowly taught myself to play it."

"I can ollie and sort of grind. I suck, but, I mean, I'm not a pro. But I just like doing it. It's fun."

"I write what I feel, I never worry about what others think. I'm gonna dress what's me, I'm gonna act what's me and I'm gonna sing what's me."

"I'm going to be around for a while. I'm going to make tons of records and keep on writing music and performing and reaching fans."

"I would love to work with Johnny Reznik from the Goo Goo Dolls, blink-182, and System of a Down -- that would rock!"

"I like wiping out and hurting myself and crying. And I like to show off my bruises. And, me and the guys just like to mess around on them, even though we all suck."

"I would describe my album as rock, pop, alternative... It's kind of all over the place. It's music with an edge."

"My butt-crack showing is like my trademark. I wear my pants loose, and lately I’ve been so busy I’ve lost a few pounds. My ass-crack is always showing!"

"I don't want to be no fake pop sh*t."

"Nick Carter wanted me to sing on his album but, you know, it's not really my thing. I'm not putting myself in the teen pop type of box."

"Michael Jackson freaks me out. What’s with that fake nose?"

"Pink's pretty cool. She's just kinda like a poser."

"Christina Agu...who? I thought that whore died!"

"People like Shakira shouldn’t have record contracts. She cant even speak English."

"Britney Spears is such a hoe cake."

"Michelle Branch better watch her back."

"People like comparing me to Alanis. Sorry, I take baths."

"I don't really care if my clothes are wrinkled or there's a stain on my shirt. Going out on the road, your clothes are dirty."

"I'm not into gloss and glamour. It's soooo fake." (yet she needs a ton of makeup to actually look nice. Check out her w/o makeup ! WHOO, she's one ugly mother!)

"I dress cool and I look hot, so if you don’t like it suck it."

"I really hate preps."

"'Skater Boy' is one of the most hardest, rawest songs ever made. Alot of girls wish they could jam on the gutiar like I could, but they can't!"

"I think the Osbornes suck! Its a passing fad."

"I mean, the way she dresses — would you walk around the street in a f*ckin' bra? I'm not trying to dis anyone, but with me, the clothes I wear onstage are the clothes I would wear to school or go shopping. I'm not gonna go up onstage and dress different. Britney Spears goes up onstage and dresses like a showgirl. She's not being herself up there because she's dancing like a ho. Is she ho? She says she's a virgin. Y'know, it's just not clicking. She's doing one thing and saying another thing, y'know? It's definitely not what I'm going to do."

"From where I come from we toke it up!"

But the best quote ever is....

"I grew up on the mean streets of Canada and I had to survive."

LMAO, YA RIGHT!!!! YOU MEAN THE MEAN STREETS OF NAPANEE?! PLZ NO

thanks jackie! thats teh one i wanted to post!!!!! URG SHE MAKES ME WANNA PUKE!!!!!!

tan lines

pat is gonna post a pic of her with no makeup ...i dunnno how to do it so u guys will just have to wait lol

omg why are we talking about meth again .....=/

oh ya thats all i ever talk about ....yes ur right scott....like you know whatever teehee

christina! i say we find her and kill her like ...tomorrow or soon lol


AVRIL LAVIGNE MUST DIE!!!!!1

being so easily replaced and forgotten

oh and i have to quote a banner in "the doom generation":

" Down with dope! Up with hope!"

not much

food

and what are those things that make me superficial?

me and gen use dto go to high school with the cow boy ...urgh ...such a retard..hehehe