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2005 4 August :: 12.33 pm
I want to be anointed
I want to be inspired
I want to hear voices
I want to breathe fire
If I could be a hero
If I could be a saint
I want to rise above this
I want my past erased
I really want to decide to grow up
And stop being a little boy
I want to act in true chivalry
I want to see that it's a choice
I'm a supporter of all I'm against
Quietly resting in my role
Keep telling myself this
Telling myself this
Will never take a toll
I've misplaced my
Replaced my moral code
It's built a stronghold inside of me
Running off gas fumes and greedy intent
Being nothing to me can't feel good
Where do you get your standards from
I like to act like I'm better than
Better than you better than some
But the truth is inside it kills me
To be a part of the ebb and flow
Of something so detrimental
So consequential
It only goes to show
I'm just as weak
As I am dumb
And I don't care
If they don't know it's wrong
Ignorance is bliss and I'm happiest with my
Conscience all but gone (clear my history now)
It's only natural you're only gonna give in you're only gonna give in again
You know it's not it's not fatal you know you want to give in you know you want to give in again
My God please take this
I can't fight it now
Without you
I fall prey
To my own sense of shame
My God take this
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2005 2 August :: 9.30 pm
:: Mood: sore
:: Music: houston calls - a line in the sand
i hate practice, i hate running. i saw jeff and ralph today, for like 5 minutes. as well as eddie, and cupcake. stewart warned me about asking for my schedule. oh well. i want to see it though. its too hot to run. jack is out of town for like two weeks. i'm going out with joel tonight. probably be home around 1:30-2. ha, and i'm already dead tired. should be a shit load of fun, as it always is. driving home after that should be interesting.
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2005 26 July :: 10.49 pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: the decemberists - clementine
okay, so i'm attempting to update. i'm dead tired right now. i have to be on the road to grosse pointe by 7:45 to get my knee x-rayed and all that fun stuff because apparently i hit it pretty damn good. in other news, my hand is bruised from punching a kid in the head. so all you hardcore, and "gangstas", you are not cool, you do not really get into fights, you do not carry "nines" and just because you wear all black you are not "hxc". i listen to the music, you don't see me trying to act all scene. okay, so the story behind the punching. for some reason some i pissed off some kid in my sub, so i get hit to the ground, and i come up swinging. quick fighting ensues. he punches me in the head, which still really hurts like hell. so i punched him so hard that my hand is now bruised. so i ran after landing that good punch. i was afraid his friend's were going to come and then i'd get my ass gang beaten. so even though my body is usually in some sort of injury, i still manage to live every day. unless its broken or bleeding a lot, then its okay. yeah. well i'm tired so i'm going to sleep.
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2005 24 July :: 11.04 pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: Her Space Holiday - The Luxury Of Loneliness
i wrote this about a year ago, while listening to a lot of her space holiday and saves the day.
leaves, trees, colors, park benches, sweaters, hugs, holding each other, crisp days, warm together, college football, apples, cinammon, nutmeg, pumpkins, orange, red, yellow, black, grey, rain, cold, blankets, fireplaces, long drives in my car, notebooks, cameras, orchards.
homecoming dances and new romances
first kisses and best wishes
long drives home and hours on the phone
ups + downs and time spent along
random pictures and quiet whispers
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2005 24 July :: 1.54 pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: Houston Calls - Amtrack Is For Lovers
advice for the day: don't go running today
i feel like shit now, my run today really took it all out of me. so i got up at 6 this morning. saw a pretty amazing sunrise from my patio. [insert saves the day song here]. so i watched the end of the tour de france, as i always have. kinda sad to see the end of it, more sad to see armstrong retire from it. it was a pretty crazy storm this morning. its hot as hell now. and i have just eaten a whole large pizza. i feel full and i don't really want to do anything now. i hit my knee coming down the stairs last night, and running on it today seemed to make it hurt a lot more. so today i'm thinking about just sitting on my couch with ice on it, read my books and maybe watch some movies.
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2005 23 July :: 12.09 am
:: Music: finch - stay with me
so i pretty much saw the coolest, most interesting thing ever tonight. i was driving home from erinn's tonight. on 22 mile at around garfield there are a few green houses. so they are dark, and there is a full moon illuminating the tops of them. it was so cool looking, just these sillouettes illuminated by the moon. its hard to explain, but it was really neat looking. yeah, i'm tired so i'll write more tomorrow.
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