Reve de moi...
...I hope so. <3

Nothing//Bored
Not much to say. Eh. Bored, not doing much.

Got this song stuck in my playlist.

So here are the lovely lyrics.

Taproot: Calling --

Your face is burned inside my brain
I lost my way
Your taste of stale flows through my veins
The cost of hate
‘Cause you’ll never understand me
You want me to stay

You’re c-c-c-calling but I can’t hear you
I’m not listening anymore
You’re subject to falling but I can’t save you
I don’t see you anymore

The race of slowing down the pain, I found a way
The pace of speaking so mundane, the sound of gain
But you’ll never make me happy
So I’ve extinguished the flame

You’re c-c-c-calling, but I cant hear you
I’m not listening anymore
You’re subject to falling, but I can’t save you
I don’t see you anymore

And what you want me to say I’ll never say
You’re playing the game that I’ll never play
So what do you want from me?
Now I’ve extinguished the flame

Your c-c-c-calling but I can’t hear you
I’m not listening anymore
You’re subject to falling but I can’t save you
I don’t see you anymore
You’re c-c-c-calling but I can’t hear you, I’m not listening anymore
You’re f-f-f-falling, but I can’t save you
I don’t see you anymore

If//Not
Dai:
Rawr. Don't know. Might see you on tonight, might not. Tired. Needed to sleep. Went to take a nap. Will go jogging later, and come back. Chances are, I won't see you 'cause you gots to go to bed cause of sk00l. Heh. Anyway. Talk to you sometime hun. -_^;

Wèdnêsdáy

Eh. Not much for today. Wasn't around last night. Got a random call from my ex-girl. Apparently it was her birthday. Heh. Shows how much I remember. But, everyone else was gone, so she decided to drop on by. Hung out, talked. Usually she's off at college so we don't talk a lot. So I guess it was pretty cool.

I ended up going home with her because she's been home alone, and will be till Saturday. Her parents are somewhere in Alaska or something. So, I was like, what the hell. Might as well go keep someone company. ... Didn't do much of anything really. Sat around till it got dark pretty much, then watched some odd humorous movie. Hadn't really heard of it. It was Australian. Might've been why it was so odd, and fucked up. ... Ate some cheesecake and went to bed.

I just like going up to her house cause she's got the coolest chocolate lab. Heh. He's like my best friend. Probably cause I pay more attention to him than anyone else. Funny this morning, all these guys were over cause they're remodeling her bathroom. And there were about three other dogs there, and 'Moose', her chocolate lab wouldn't let them come into the living room where I was laying on the couch. =D ..He protects me. It's sort of amusing. But anyway.

Boring.

And that was last evening, and today. Still unproductive. Still bored. Blah, blah, blah, blah... ect.

Maybe I'll have something intelligent to babble on about later on. ;D

Another Day Goes By

There is not much I can say about what went on today. For the most part it was like any other day. Well, maybe I was a bit more tired today. I didn't go to bed until about five am, got about ten minutes of sleep. Laid in bed the rest of the time until about six got up. Played some games. Went back to bed at about eight. Woke back up at about ten thirty. Played more games. Downloaded music. Went back to bed. Back up at twelve thirty. Up since then. ... Day dragged on. Sat. Sat some more. Finally after playing an hour worth of R.A. ... and downloading more music off of Yahoo Music Engine. Woot. But the fucking thing won't let me burn shit onto CDs or my MP3 player. Fucker! Gah. Only reason I hate it... but other than that I got lots of albums. YAY. ... Then I went out for a run! Hooray. I got off my chunky ass and did 2. That's right 2 fucking miles. And then I took a shot of Vodka and took a god damn shower and am currently sitting here in my boxers. God damn its hot outside. Rawr.... I'm done. I think I'll go punch myself in the crotch or something.

In other news I want to watch Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind. I love that movie. Go Jim Carey. <3

Oh. And. Damn your mom Dai. I will punch her in the uterus. =D

Talk to you ... something. XD

Huzzah!?

So, like. I just had to copy 'n paste this. It makes me laugh.

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{**{Ŧззńāğε Đĭяŧваğ}**} - [ωнāτ ïғ…?] - Your time is running out. says:
If I wasn't naked, I'd get in a real tiff and start cussing at the walls.

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My day is complete.

The Loss Of Dreams Never Attained
Wake up!
Who... are you?
You, of course.
But... how can I be myself, and you I at the same time?
Is not that which resides within one and the same?
You're me... inside me?
I am you. Inside, outside. Upside; and down.
I don't understand...
Most do not at first. Somethings just take time to settle, boy. But for now let me just tell you this. Let me enlighten you, per se. I am the rise to your fall. I am the positive to your negative. I am the logic to your chaos. I am your mirror reflection. I am just one of the many voices in your head. Though; through all I speak out with more clarity. I am all that you wish to attain but cannot. I am your internal 'perfection', as it were...
Who... am I?
...Hah, hah, hah, hah.......

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It had been quite some time since I have had a journal, or anything as such to compose my inner most feelings, or to just drop all my shit off onto. I've been keeping it all to myself for months. I don't know where to throw it but here. Why here? I came here for one person; perhaps she could find something in these tangled words that will eventually fall from my lips and convert to the text which you read. Perhaps she could let me know everything will be ok? ...Fuck if I know.

Born on Friday the Thirteenth in the month of September, 1985. Phase of the Moon: New Moon. Birthname; Colin Richard Brown.

A little background information? I despised my childhood. Looking back on it now, and all through out it I scolded myself for being such a pathetic waste of flesh. No purpose. No goals. Nothing. Laughing at every stupid thing. Always joking, always doing something stupid. About age twelve I started to come into my own. It was also at this point I found that my birthname did not suit me. I wanted a name created of my own, something I gave myself. Something that fitted who I was. Not something given, passed on. Colin: Who knows why my parents picked this one? Uncommon at the time I 'spose. Richard: The name of one of my father's best friends who died. Great, I'm named after some deceased guy I never knew. Who am I to carry on the name legacy of the dead? Brown: Family name, father's side. The color of fecal matter. Great... so we have a combination of something slightly uncommon, a dead guy, and shit. Great, just fucking wonderful for me.

I'm nineteen, currently. Still trying to find a name for myself, so to speak. I've settled for a first name, something I feel right. I have yet to get people to start calling me by it though, they refuse. "It isn't you!", "That's not what I named you.", "The guy I dated was named Colin; not ______." ......... They all got the finger in response.

Zane _______ Warrick. I believe. Is what I have so far. Last name subject to change. But Zane. Zane... I feel is right. Makes sense to me. I can live with that. Makes me happy to know I found something I like, and that fits in my mind, at least.

Alias? Nicknames? ... There are only two that call me 'Wolfy'. And unless you happen to be either some spaz Australian chick, or Dai fuckin' G, you can settle on calling me Zane.

Writing is my passion. Poetry and lyricals. Essays when I see fit. I love to write, and read. Alice Borchardt, Laurell K. Hamilton, Piers Anthony, Alan Dean Foster. All good authors. I dream of creating music one day, perhaps singing or screaming my lungs out in a band. Heh,... quite the dream. Yes.

But really the only one whom is going to probably be reading this is you, Dai. So you most all this shit anyway. So why the bloody fuckin' hell am I typing what's already known? Damned if I know.

I hide it most all of the time. But, truth is... I'm fuckin' scared. I'm safe here behind my shell, isolate in my own little world. But that which is the reality around my shell freaks the hell out of me. I don't want to leave this shelter of mine. The world is a mean place, and I don't know how I will work within it. I am scared I will fail horribley. I am scared I won't suceed. ... I'm not afraid to die. I dislike this place more and more each passing day. Sort of reminds me of some lyrics by Placebo.. "What good's religion... if it's each other we despise?" ... I get to sit idly by and watch the world destroy itself. How pleasent for me. ...Hah, hah. But, I've deviated from the main facts. My insecurity. I am feeble, weak. I want to be strong. I try to put on that sort of front. But when it is all shaved down and left bare to the bones... I am pathetic. Just an obscure strand of thread on the brink of falling away from the whole ball of yarn. Where am I to go? What am I to do? Who am I? What purpose do I serve? The skies offer no reply. The stars are silent. The earth moves naught for me. .....

I'm scared I won't ever meet you. I don't know... I find myself strangely attachted to you. That I know I definitely don't want to let go of. One of the reasons I find myself trying to cope with the shit around me. I think I can. If I can only hope to come stand by your side one day, and maybe we can both throw stones in to the face of the world... or something.

Sort of amusing, how lowly we think of ourselves... wouldn't you agree?

Heh.

The days pass by and nothing is changing. The days pass by and I find myself drifting pointless along with them.

I find life to be amusing. .... Here I go again on another tangent. My mind, the many faceted feature within. A reflection here, an image there, something near, something over there.

I cannot bring myself to harm myself in any life threatening way. I wonder how I'll destroy myself in the end? That will remain a mystery up to the point of it's happening. Oh well. Let that go for now. That's another entry all on it's own.

Eh... thought I'd write more but I've suddenly lost interest. I think I'll fragment more, write other things in seperate entries. For now this should suffice.

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Today was ok. Picked my mother up from the airport with a friend. I don't drive, mind you, so he did. I just tagged along so he didn't have to go alone. Loud music. Soda. But damn was it hot out! Talked to Dai on the phone. Always enjoyable. Seriously, only person I like to talk to on the phone with. And I am an avid hater of the phone. ;D

And that sums up the day. Played Diablo 2 for a bit. Wrote a couple poems and put'em up on my deviant art page. Seems my number for today is '69'... Heh. Uhm, yay?

Anyway.

I'm done.

...And all that could be? Forever undefined.
-Z