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2007 7 May :: 8.18am
My morning pretty much sucked. That is, until I heard that Paris Hilton is going to jail for forty five days. That made everything okay again.
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2007 2 May :: 7.37am
:: Mood: tired
right now i kind of feel like he's the only one who really cares.
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2007 28 April :: 7.20pm
:: Mood: sad
i have to write this down before it drives me crazy.
im upset
and i hate it
because i feel like there is no good reason.
i just feel so helpless and alone. and i feel like when he moves he's just going to leave me behind and forget about me. and im so scared because i really like him... seriously.
i think its more than just an infatuation.
and god damnit.
i just wish he didnt have to move and that i could see him more.
and that i could have seen him last night.
i feel so bad about last night. so fucking bad.
but i dont know.. i just feel like i'm going to be stuck here with a broken heart while he's hours away, smiling and living on without even a second thought about me. i dont want him to forget me.
and i dont want to be this pessimistic, because i know thats not how it is.
and i want to know why i keep thinking this though.
when i'm with him, im happy.
and i love that.
and i dont have to worry about anything.
and i can be myself.
and i dont want to lose that.
i dont fucking know...
god, i feel like a jerk.
and i dont know what i should say to him.
or what i should do.
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2007 25 April :: 11.04am
:: Music: The Mars Volta
The Veil Cerpin Taxt
You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes
Out of a blind mans picaresque heart
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
It's not over till the tremulant sings
These ides of march
Are they so make believe
How tempts the revenant
Slice up and not across
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
The iconoclastic had it coming for years
They know the prisons that you have yet to fear
Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths
Adlib your memoirs by casting a drought
You take the veil
You'll take the dive
You take the veil
A mass of gallon sloth
As flys have walls for feet
A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know
And when you find the fringe
The one last hit that spent you
You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day
Knife me in -hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in-hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in hobbling
Talking in it's sleep again
Knife me in hobbling
Talking in It's sleep again
Who brought me here
Forsaken,depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
Forsaken,depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
The last minute of that song kicks so much ass...Deloused in the Comatorium is undoubtably one of the defining albums of our generation's rock.
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2007 25 April :: 10.33am
I feel like a fucking Hipster
Next essay is a research paper deriving a concept from Schlosser's book and using documented incidents to make it relevant to the local populous.
We can choose from marijuana laws, illegal immigrant labor, and pornography and the surrounding controversy (free speech and such).
I'm thinking...pornography and free speech. I've never formally written anything on free speech, and I've already written more essays on pot and immigration than I care to remember.
So here's what I want to know from everyone.
(this is the hipster bit)
How is pornography is relevant in the free-speech controversy, and in what way does this impact us as citizens of the pacific north west?
(That sounded terrible. I should vomit just on principle)
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2007 22 April :: 1.58pm
Fear of a blank planet, the new porcupine tree album, is amazing. Highly recommended.
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2007 16 April :: 1.32pm
I ended up writing about my drunk dog terrorizing Schweitzer. The essay blows...
I think I'm losing my edge.
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2007 12 April :: 9.49am
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: "and I can't fight this feelin'" (southpark)
Whoopty doo
I'm exhausted. I left home at 7:50 and won't be home until 9 ish. This blows.
Oh well, still better than high-school.
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2007 9 April :: 4.09pm
English Essay
I'm writing a first person narrative of an event in my life that has taught me something about the world I live in.
The milestones of my life have been such epiphanies, but I can't think of a single one to write about. Maybe something funny. I was considering the time my dog was drunk at schweizer... but I'm having a hard time seeing a thesis for that one.
Any ideas?
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2007 9 April :: 4.06pm
:: Mood: I have a head-ache.
This quarter
is going to eat me alive.
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2007 2 April :: 12.21am
i'm sorry.
that i can't fall out of love.
and i'm sorry,
for believing every fucking lie you feed me.
i'm sorry the way you're treating me,
isn't helping me get over you.
i'm sorry that we're not together,
and i'm sorry that i let you take advantage of me.
i'm sorry about it all.
i'm sorry about my weaknesses.
i'm sorry you suddenly decided to be anti-society.
i'm sorry you "hated the title all along."
i'm sorry. for making the both of us miserable.
i'm sorry that i'm sorry,
when i know that this is both of us.
but one of us has to be.
and you obviously are not.
so i'm sorry.
but this time,
being forgiven won't fix anything.
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2007 20 March :: 9.14pm
Actually, I get it tomorrow.
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2007 18 March :: 1.26pm
:: Mood: ...yeah.
So I got my car. It's a 2004 Ford Taurus. It kicks ass...in that grandma-man way. I get my license thursday.
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2007 14 March :: 9.18am
:: Mood: scurred.
:: Music: All the love in the world
...I get braces tomorrow...
*gulp*
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2007 9 March :: 9.07am
:: Mood: Jovial
:: Music: Ian's Song
"Their Language is unspeakable, their hygiene is deplorable, their Germans Yeah, Germans yeah!"
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