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amanda

IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN. DODODODO. BOODEDOODODO..

About Me

If you hate New Jersey, it's because 1), You've lived there your whole life and never left, or 2), You've never lived there. I like to eat peanut butter straight out of the container and because I did it when I was little my brother can't stand the smell of peanut butter now. I really wish I could grow long hair again, but I can't stand taking care of it. Sleeves on dudes are hot. Hell, sleeves on girls are hot. I don't lie. I'd rather hurt people with the truth than lie to them. It's easier that way and you get more respect. I've learned in the recent past that I have the potential to punch someone who disrespects me. If I'm not getting what I pay for in my education, I do something about it. People say I look like Marissa Tomei. I hate pimped out profiles, and people with more than 500 friends and girls that look like they tried five rolls of film (five memory cards) before they got that perfect picture that makes them look like a whore. Playing the flute is my biggest passion in life. Playing with my dog is my second biggest. I am so goddamn SICK of condescending people. Get the fuck over yourself. Everything happens for a reason. I speak my mind. If i don't like you, you'll know it. Girls fart, shit, and burp, like the other half of the human population, get over it. I drink beer. I have always wondered if the carpets match the drapes, and I'm not afraid to ask a best friend's red-headed girlfriend. I miss high school marching band. I've driven cross country more than twelve times, but I still haven't been to the grand canyon. I hate when you're texting someone back and forth for a half an hour, and you call them and they don't answer. You KNOW they're holding their phone in their hand. The most I've ever paid for a concert ticket is $70.00 to see Muse in Philadelphia. I worked at a strip club as a cocktail waitress for 3 hours and then I quit. I LOVE FLEET WEEK. I love the song In Your Eyes. My right boob is bigger than my left one. If you randomly come up to me in a mall and ask if I've recently take a crap, you better have a wedding ring handy. I love living with a dude roommate, because we drink beer all the time. The Devils and the Yankees. My boyfriend's name is Sam and he's dedicated to teaching little kids how to play music. He loves his job, and the kids love him, and he's a damn good teacher. He's the best thing to happen to me in at least a year, if not more. I hate "profile songs," because I'm usually listening to ITunes while I'm online, and I don't want to listen to your shitty music anyway. I study with Gretchen Pusch and Keith Underwood while I'm home. Gretchen is my musical idol, my mentor, my big sister, everything I could want in a teacher. Jimmy Eat World can make me cry no matter where I am or what I'm doing. I hate Albuquerque shows because I hate 12 year old punks. My second home is the LaGuardia airport in Queens. I finally realized I can block bands from trying to add me as a friend. I know all of my friends list personally, that includes bands. Sometimes your best friends don't turn out to be who they used to. I'm more upset for them than I am for myself. I'm on the Facebook. I miss my mom like you wouldn't believe. I love my friends. I should be in Dove commercials since that's all I ever use for anything. I've had a lot of friends come and go in my life, but I'm grateful for each and every one of them. I promise myself, one day I WILL have more than $100.02 in my savings account. I also promise myself, one day, I WILL be able to charge $100.00 for students to study with me. Ultimately I will end up in New York City, back where I started. I don't give money to homeless people. Call me a bitch, but there are plenty of jobs out there. I know for a fact that a few of them aren't homeless, and they make extra cash pretending to be. I'm graduating in the summer of '07, and I finally get to leave this horrible state. I am not about to change myself to meet someone's requirement of "friends standards." I take requests of things to put in this paragraph.
I hope you have a lovely day-- unless you suck, then you can fuck off.

My Interests

friends. stoli. flute. music. traveling. new york. sleeping as much as possible. my dog lexi, the sexiest bitch there is. good tippers. making money. being loud and proud. yuengling (can we sign a petition to get it brewed in new mexico?)

i deleted the video, but if i get enough complaints, i'll put it back up.

I'd like to meet:


You Failed 8th Grade Spanish
Sorry, you only got 1/8 correct! Could You Pass 8th Grade Spanish?

You Failed the US Citizenship Test
Oops, you only got 1 out of 10 right! Could You Pass the US Citizenship Test?

You Failed 8th Grade US History
Sorry, you only got 2/8 correct! Could You Pass 8th Grade History?

You Failed 8th Grade Geography
Sorry, you only got 4/10 correct! Could You Pass 8th Grade Geography?

You Passed 8th Grade Math
Congratulations, you got 7/10 correct! Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

phew. i was worried.

Music:

aesop rock, against all authority, against me!, alk3, anatomy of a ghost, atom & his package (1x), bandits of the acoustic revolution, beck, ben folds, bigwig (3x?), blink, capdown, catch 22 (5x?), coheed (1x), the pietasters, common rider, cursive, dalys gone wrong (1x), death cab for cutie, dropkick murphys (3x?), green day (2x), the clash, big bad voodoo daddy (1x), aerosmith, explosions in the sky, five iron frenzy, flogging molly (2x), foo fighters (5x), midtown (2x?), from autumn to ashes, get up kids (2x), goldfinger, incubus (1x), jethro tull (1x), jimmy eat world, king django, last days of april, idito pilot, jason mraz (1x), the left rights, mad caddies, mae (1x), mindless self indulgence (1x), mustard plug (3x), my chemical romance, nickel creek (1x), offspring, one cool guy(1x? 2x? i was like, 12?), postal service, P of USA, ramones, reel big fish (3x), river city rebels (1x), led zeppelin, MU330(1x), pedro the lion, q and not u, rx bandits (1x), sex pistols, silverchair, sister hazel, skankin pickles (1x?), skinner box, straylight run (1x), streetlight manifesto (6x), strike anywhere, sublime (0x, badfish, 1x), suburban legends, the aquabats, early november (1x), me first and the gimme gimmes (1x), new amsterdams, the toasters, thursday (2x), motion city soundtrack, muse (1x), bright eyes, tiger army, tracy bonham, transplants, tub ring (1x), weezer, wesley willis, zebrahead (1x), something corporate (1x), minus the bear (1x), operation ivy, ac/dc, the aquabats, bouncing souls (5x?), the early november (1x), to name a few...

Movies:

"Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speakee English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering US into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al-Queda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place."

Television:

WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU. amanda bynes rocks my world.

Books:

sight hound. the tender bar.

Heroes:

heroes always end up disappointing you at one point or another.

i'm my own hero.

My Blog

Cheers to beers, queers, and my future.

Yeah that's right, my future. The way I made it sound, it seems like I have it all figured out. Right? Well here's the scoop. These past couple weeks I've been thinking-- more feeling than thinking, a...
Posted by amanda on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 05:05:00 PST

why i'm a musician.

gretchen (my teacher in new york) was here (albuquerque) for a few days with her quintet. it was amazing. she's the only person in the world i almost idolize.. i want to be like her in almost every si...
Posted by amanda on Thu, 26 Jan 2006 11:13:00 PST