JUST BLAME THE LIMELIGHT, aj's blog

[Astra Lyons]

I GOTTA LOT TO SAY TO YOU
ABOUT ME: um, hey. i'm astra jasmine "aj" lyons, i front the band just because. i'm nineteen, i've got a younger sister named tricia, who i affectionatly call "trippy", because i can. don't ask about that, it's kinda weird. she yells at me for calling her it, but whatever. i enjoy a bunch of things, so, yeah. my hair is awesome.

BIO: i was born in austin, texas. i'mma trust fund kid, my mom hates me, my father thinks my band rocks, and i'm close to developing multiple personality disorder thanks to the mix signals. i need trippy to tell me to shave my legs. talk about pissing glitter, right?! seriously.

[Astra Lyons]

THE CAUSE OF DEATH IS FREAKING BOREDOM! NOT LOGICAL?! WHATEVE!

LISTENING TO: BONES ON THE TV SET
MOOD: BORED (TO DEATH)
LOCATION: CRAMPED, SMELLY, SMALL TOUR VAN

OKAY. SO, GUESS WHAT?! I'MMA GO ALL CAPS HAPPY ON YOU. DEAR GOD, I'M SO FREAKING BORED. TRICIA TOLD ME TO STOP CALLING HER TRIPPY. I SAY, "WTF. I LIKE CALLING YOU TRIPPY!" ANYWAY, WE'RE ON WARPED TOUR, ALIVE, WELL, HAPPY. I GUESS. SO, YEAH. JUST BECAUSE IS THE BAND NAME. SO, YEAH. ANYWAY, I THINK WE'RE GONNA BE UNABLE TO SLEEP FOR A WHILE NOW. WHY? GOD, THIS VAN IS SMALL, SMELLS WEIRD, AND CRAMPED. YOU TRY SHOVING A FULL DRUMSET, AMPS, FIVE GUITARS, A MICROPHONE STAND AND MICROPHONE, AND... *COUNTS*... NINE PEOPLE IN A VAN!

WHOOPY! A ROAD TRIP! I SWEAR, WE'RE GONNA GET BUGS IN THIS DAMN VAN. ON MY BLANKET, TOO! GOD, STOP BREATHING DOWN MY NECK! MONROE SAYS YO, PEOPLE. YES, SHE'S A FUCKING GANGSTER. GET OVER IT. AND, YEAH. ENJOY THE RIDE, WHATEVER. THANKS FOR NOTHING DAD! COULD'VE GOTTEN US A GOD DAMN TOUR BUS, BUT NO-OH, THAT'S WAY TOO WEIRD, EVEN IF WE'RE JUST WORKING OUR WAY UP. SHEESH. ALL WE WANTED WAS A GOD DAMN BUS SO WE DON'T HAVE TO BE A CRAMPED VAN WITH OUR SHIT.

SERIOUSLY. IT'S, LIKE, SMELLING DEAD BODIES HERE. AND I'M GONNA DIE OF BOREDOM. WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO WALK AROUND IN THE VAN WHILE IT'S MOVING. WELL, I BETTER GO, SINCE I ONLY HAVE TWO BATTERY PACKS AND NO WAY OF RECHARGING EITHER OF THEM. PEACE OUT, FOLKS! ENJOY WARPED TOUR, AND BE SURE TO CHECK US OUT! WE'LL BE ON ONE OF THE SMALLER STAGES, AND WITH THE CRAZY RED-HEADED GIRL. AND A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD BASSIST/BACK-UP VOCALIST. YEAH. WE'RE JUST THAT DAMN AWESOME. SO SHUT UP AND ROCK!

LOVE FROM,
ASTRA "AJ" LYONS
LEAD SINGER OF JUST BECAUSE
HEIRESS TO THE LYONS ENTERPRISES FORTUNE

P.S. YES. I FUCKING PISS GLITTER. SERIOUSLY. AND NO, NOT REALLY. WHERE DO PEOPLE COME UP WITH THIS SHIT?

[Astra Lyons]

SHUT UP! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!

LISTENING TO: OLD PARAMORE DEMOS
MOOD: HYPER
LOCATION: PAYING FOR THE GOD DAMN WIFI

Oh, hi, everyone. Yes. last post was very caps-happy, but good news! Just Because (get it?) I'm hyper, doesn't mean I go all caps-happy on your asses. In fact, you people better come check us out! I mean, seriously. I know that I have freaking awesome hair, but you people could do better than that. Guess what?! We have an *album* coming out! An album! Seriously. We haven't named it or anything, more than likely, it'll be Trippy who names it. I named the band, after all. Or maybe we'll let the Gray brothers name it. I dunno yet, but it's gonna be awesome, trust me on this one! I love being a freaking rockstar! I am a rockstar, I got my rock moves! Okay, I'll stop self-promoting now.

And as for those people who do know us, and have rumors coming out the yang, let me tell you: NO. My sister better not be pregnant or she'll face more than *my* wrath, let me tell you. It's a great way to get disowned for the Lyons Enterprises, which means the funding for her eyeliner and shit like that would be cut off. And I'm sure Trippy doesn't want that. Also, yeah, our stylist *is* dating our guitarist, just for the record. And I'm not certain about Trippy's love life, but mine? It's pretty non-exsistant at the moment, I guess. Or not, depending on your point of view, but me? Seriously people, my life is pretty boring. Then again, that's probably why people want to add drama to it.

And yes, I can get a little annoying. Well, come on! I'm a hyper nineteen year old girl who took Kool-Aid to her hair to dye it bright red! It's my god damn trademark. Not really. So, yeah, whatever. By the way, whoever threw a condom at me, next time, throw something more useful. Like a tampon. I'm totally out of pads and tampons. Okay, I'll stop grossing out the guys now. So, yeah. Trippy says hi, I think she doesn't want to get a blog. Because then she'll be like me, typing away, and double and triple posting during the same day. But can I help that I love to write? Nope, not my problem, sorry. I really like writing. It's soothing, and it's theraputic, believe it or not.

It's also an awesome stress reliver. Oh, shit. Got to go. We're going to a press thingy-ma-bob or something or other. I don't know. Whatever it is, I'll let you know later. Okay, I'll stop dragging this out!

Peace out,
AJ Lyons

P.S: Oh, and I forgot. WiFi paying? Sucks. Seriously.

[Astra Lyons]

HEY! PUT THAT SPORK DOWN!

LISTENING TO: YOUTUBE VIDEOS
MOOD: MAD
LOCATION: STILL PAYING FOR THE GOD DAMN WIFI

random title, yes. guess i'm not capitalizing shit here. anyway, yeah. guess what? trippy thinks i should be doing band practice right nao. we're in band practice mode, despite the fact we're at warped tour already, but whatever. anyway, yeah. so, i'm gonna be dropping hints about what the titles and lyrics might be ("Just like everything is falling" - HINT ONE). ofmg. did i just say that? well, you didn't hear *anything* from me, got it? so, yeah. anyway, i'm mad. guess why? BECAUSE SOMEONE WON'T STOP PLAYING THE DRUMS WHILE TRIPPY AND I TRY TO TALK. we tried to work out a setlist, and trippy's friend over there won't quit hitting the drums. nope, he's not my friend when he's annoying, sorry, trippy. my best friend says he's not his brother either. well, whatever. either way, god damn it. those drums get fudging *annoying*. someone tell him that, please!

"Everything seems like the world just keeps on turning; No choice but to keep falling; Everything..." omfg. i'm such a bad girl. not really. but yeah, i'mma keep tantilizing you and you people have to figure out how my songs actually work. but yeah. i wrote the lyrics, "I can name-drop all I want to; Even if it's wrong for me to do". guess i'm only using proper caps when i'm telling you those hints. but, yeah. hope that helps you people out. if some people are spazzing over the keys, like i did last night with a friend and waking up trippy at the same time "Because I'm not just another pretty face". oh my gawd. i seriously need to stop that! i'm gonna give you guys a heart attack! love you guys!

"Just another word left unspoken",
aj lyons

P.S: just a hint, they're not all from the same song. okay? love you guys!

[Astra Lyons]

NO, I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU

LISTENING TO: MY OWN SELF
MOOD: CREATIVE
LOCATION: WORK, WRITING SONGS.

SO, I'M ALLOWED TO SHARE JUST ONE THING! SO, I'MMA SHARE A CHORUS WITH YOU GUYS!

No, I'm not going to tell you
That I love you
Falling in over my head
I know, it's not like we're dead
But, no, I won't say that to you

AND THAT'S ALL I CAN SHARE! SORRY. REALLY. I AM. WISH I COULD SHARE MORE. LOVE YOU GUYS!

LOVE FROM,
AJ LYONS

[Astra Lyons]

FULL: NOT GONNA SAY THIS

LISTENING TO: MY SISTER TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE BASS CHORDS TO "NOT GONNA SAY THIS"
MOOD: CREATIVE
LOCATION: WORK, WRITING SONGS FOR THE NEW ALBUM (MAYBE)

here's the full version of it, called "Not Gonna Say This":

I know we've got
A lot to say to each other, a lot
And it's not like I'm trying to stop us
But I don't want to lose

So where does this leave us
When we can't say this
No, we wouldn't say this
Not gonna say this

No, I'm not gonna tell you
That I love you
Falling in over my head
I know, it's not like we're dead
But, no, I won't say that to you

When everything is falling
I'm not gonna stop falling
Just like everything else is falling
Just another word left unspoken
Not, we're not gonna do that, it's gone

So where does this leave us
When we can't say this
No, we wouldn't say this
Not gonna say this

No, I'm not gonna tell you
That I love you
Falling in over my head
I know, it's not like we're dead
But, no, I won't say that to you

Just keep spinning around
Just because I can't take it, send
Oh, just send the words away
Deal with it another day

I won't say this
(Not gonna say this)
No, we won't tell us
(Never gonna say this)
Just like it always is

No, I'm not gonna tell you
That I love you
Falling in over my head
I know, it's not like we're dead
But, no, I won't say that to you

[outro, might never be used]
Oh, I just want to
But I can't do
Just because we'll ruin
Everything we ever had, and I'll rue

The day I tell you
Then everything just won't do
No, no, no!

Won't tell you this
It's jut the way it is
Can't say that about us

Won't tell you that I love you

THAT'S IT. i swear. it's gonna be *epic*.

love,
astra "aj" lyons
you most amazing lyric writer ever.

[Astra Lyons]

I KNOW, I WRITE TOO MUCH. SHUT UP.

LISTENING TO: MONROE AND TRIPPY GETTING INTO A ROW
MOOD: A LITTLE BIT ANNOYED
LOCATION: WORK, NO LONGER WORKING, MORE LIKE THROWING PUNCHES NAO

Okay. So. Monroe showed up while Trippy was trying to figure out the chords to the song. Well, guess what? First thing she did was distract our guitarist, who couldn't pay attention with her mouth glued to his. Yes, not very PG-rated, either. If his mom could see Monroe, she would be pitching a fit. Yes, Mrs. Gray: it was that bad. You should really do something about your sons. Yes, sons, because Monroe went to Trippy: "Don't be jealous because you can't do what I can do." Yes, sexual undertones. And Trippy, of course, blew a gasket. I wanted to *slap* her for that, how *dare* she say that to *my* LITTLE sister! *Little* as in my *kid* sister! She's sixteen, she shouldn't be telling my sister, yes, go fuck the drummer, because then you might pick up a few tips.

Of course, he tried to stay out of it, but Trippy had to open her big mouth and go, "Well, at least I'm not a *slut*, like *you*, Monroe. You walk around here like you *own* this place! Guess what? *You* are *below* all of us, so if *I* tell you to leave, *you* leave! Got it? AJ, back me up here!" And I was all, "Oh, no! I'm a freaking Swiss maid here." And then Monroe has the *nerve* to say, "Oh, you're a Swiss maid? Intresting. You don't look like one. Maybe you should really stop dying your hair that fugly color." I know, I know! That was *wrong* of her to say, but she's just mad because we listen to Trippy instead of putting the eldest in charge (which would be our guitarist, even if it's only, like, a few months older than me). Which of course, I didn't respond to, which Monroe probably didn't like, because she went to rag on Tricia, and our guitarist was all, "Please, just stop fighting!"

And then (I found this so funny I had to laugh, which Trippy glared at me for), they both go, "SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT!" Both our drummer and I? We laughed, and we got glared at it for. But come on! That was just hilarious! I couldn't believe it. It was *so* funny! And then, I'm all, "Yeah, I guess I'll just write again." And Trippy looked at me funny, and I was all, "We're supposed to be working, remember? On our songs? We don't have enough for a new album, Trippy." And she gave me this "Oh!" look, and I look at Monroe and went, "Monroe, unless you can magically pull a song from midair, I suggest you leave. We can't have any distractions." Monroe glared at me, but left anyway. So, now, I should be getting back to work, but I just had to share.

Love,
AJ Lyons, the Swiss Maid

P.S: The Swiss maid thing? It's a joke. No offense to anyone from Swizterland. It's because Switzerland is known as a neutral ground from every war. I think it's because of the moutians. Trippy says it's because of something written by a peace agreement or something. Whatever. But yeah. It's what we say whenever we don't want to be part of the fight.

[Astra Lyons]

FULL: CAN'T GET OVER YOU

LISTENING TO: TRIPPY TELLING ME THAT I SHOULDN'T DO THIS.
MOOD: IN LOVE
LOCATION: WORK, WRITING ANOTHER SONG

Baby, you're the only one I see
It's all I can think of, baby
I think I'm falling in love, oh no
Can't stop thinking of you

Oh, I can't get over you
Just can't get over you
You're always in my head, so
You've gotta do something, boy

I just want to say
That today
I'm gonna say that I love you
If only I could do so

You're like a sweet breeze on a hot day
Everything just feel so right, and when I'm away
From you, I can't think of anything other than
Getting back to you, and you know
The power you have over me now

Oh, I can't get over you
Just can't get over you
You're always in my head, so
You've gotta do something about this, boy

I just wanna say
That finally, today
I'm gonna say that I love you
If only I could do so

Boy, you're always in my mind
Just can't take you off of it
Boy, you're always in my head
Just because I fell for you again

Oh, I can't get over you
Just can't get over you
No, I won't leave you
Just because I can't get over you
I won't get over you...

[Astra Lyons]

THE QUIET SCARES ME...

LISTENING TO: SILENCE FOR THE FIRST TIME
MOOD: FUNKY
LOCATION: THE VAN, THIINKING ABOUT STUFF

Hey people!

So, I was thinking... and I realized that love pretty much sucks. And, yeah... Well, I guess that's pretty much it. But it's silent and I've got a huge store of muse, and I'm starving and I don't know, but I think there's a good reason I'm writing a blog instead of Twittering it. Well, it's gotten weird, because I was thinking back when Monroe and I were friends. No, I really did use to be friends with her. Not best, but pretty close. And then everything changed, and I don't know what went wrong, but everything changed. And I realized life was fleeting. I'm not depressed, but there's this guy, and I still pray for the day he notices me and wakes up. I mean, he doesn't see me, and I realize you probably have no clue who the hell I'm talking about, but that's a good thing. I guess that you're all probably worrying about my mental health, and I swear, I'm not depressed. I should probably cut back on the writing, though, because it always leads to my ramblings, and I know that everything is pretty weird, but I was talking to this fan, and I gave her a bit of advice. A bit of advice I can't even do myself, but why? Why can't I just tell him? Well, it's a big step, and to be honest, I'd rather be just friends than nothing. Trippy says I should, my mom says I should, hell, there are fans telling me how obvious it is, but they don't want to say that they know. Seriously? Am I really that transperant and he can't even see it?

Are all guys this dumb, people? Because to be honest, I'd like to know before I end up falling too hard for him and he never catches me. I'm not used to this, and love... it's a strange thing, and I"m not certain if I like it, people. Well, maybe I do want him to love me back, but I don't know, and I'm not certain how fast I should take this. It's all just... too much, to be honest, and I know I sound very much like a wuss, but it's just that! I'm scared to death, and I've been thinking (which I should also cut back on, just saying) that maybe there's a reason he never asked me out. I don't think it's that I'm not attractive enough, I think that it's that we're both chickening out. Or he never loved me in the first place, despite what Trippy seems to think. And I know, I'm like, the voice of the band and should be saying things that relate to the band, but I've gotta get this off my chest, since it's a pretty big thing. And I gotta be careful how I put this, because I know you guys and you'll disect everything I say and figure out what I mean. I mean, come on, there's a reason I don't just blurt out the name of the guy. It's not just the fact that he might see it, it's more of the fact that... well, he's kinda dating someone, and also, I don't wanna be the homewrecking whore. Not that I would be, it's just, well, what if he's planning on marrying her, and then I'll never get him in a million years, if I even manage to survive two weeks with him married to her.

I mean, come on. It would kill me to see her parade down the aisle to him, and marry him, and they live happily without me and he never needs me again and it's all over, and oh, God, I'm sounding insane. But then again, I am pretty insane, so I guess that's nothing new, but still! I really, really, really hate this! I mean, come on, I can't even tell a guy that I'm in complete and utter love with him. It's so fucking impossible for me to even admit to him that. I mean, it took me fucking *counts on fingers* eleven years to even admit to Trippy that I'm in love with him! Stupid cupid had to go and fuck everything up! Can't he tell I was fucking happy as a God damn pickle just being friends with him? It can't be fudging impossible to be friends with a guy! I hate biology, I really do. It's all biology's fault, because if it weren't for biology, he wouldn't be so hot, he wouldn't be a great friend, and he wouldn't be the fucking perfect guy for me! Rawr. Yes, I'm blamming anything and everything. Along with anyone and everyone. So, yeah, I'm in quite the mood here. I mean, love is just so fucking annoying, I swear. If it weren't for love, then I would never have this problem with him, and everything would be all great and fine and I'd be fine watching him suck face with a tramp. I'm just saying. But, yeah, everything is pretty much sucky. Happy Fourth of July everyone, love fucking sucks!

With much anti love,
Astra Lyons