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skife

:: 2007 28 December :: 2.47am

i've decided i found heaven.

to the left of me is a plate of venisen steaks.
to the right of me, an icy cold beer.

bowled good tonight
another high score for me 195

2nd game was 152 the next was 183.

all higher than my average by at least 30 pins.

life is good.

that is all.

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skife

:: 2007 26 December :: 8.30pm
:: Mood: pissed off

I'm pissed.

one of my friends happened to dissapear, i got an earful from his girlfriend becasue she doesn't have any meds left, doesn't have a car to go get them and has a doctors appointment tomorrow at 10 am.

take care of your shit man, I've had your back before in the past, and you've done a bunch to help me, but your on your own now.

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skife

:: 2007 25 December :: 4.27am

procrastination is wrapping your presents at 4am Christmas morning



thank god i don't have to do that again for another year.

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skife

:: 2007 23 December :: 9.12pm

i don't want to be here tonight, i wanna go do something, but nooooo, i'm guilted into staying home because the roads are bad.


fucking shit man, i'm 21 and my mom is still telling me what to do.
i need to get the fuck out of here.

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skife

:: 2007 23 December :: 7.17pm

my mom wants me to stay home tonight cause the roads are bad.

they arn't that bad.

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skife

:: 2007 22 December :: 2.14am

for box.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurt_(song)


oh look, trent reznor wrote it.

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skife

:: 2007 17 December :: 2.42pm

tonight, the HH christmas party :D

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skife

:: 2007 16 December :: 9.41pm

[21:40] [skife] i want sex
[21:40] [Saria] haha
[21:40] [Saria] yeah me too
[21:40] [Saria] dammit :|
[21:40] [Dan] FINE, FUCK EACHOTHER


why i love IRC

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skife

:: 2007 16 December :: 3.05am

hmmm, not thinking about much right now.

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skife

:: 2007 14 December :: 2.07am

i'm pissed right now.
really pissed.
i have been for the past 3 days.
not sure why
its getting to me

little things set me off.
stupid things

i just want certin people to leave me alone
not happening though.

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skife

:: 2007 10 December :: 11.43pm

you know, i don't mind doing favors for friends, i actually enjoy them.

But, when you never ever help me with anything....

don't ask me to give your friend a ride somewhere espically when;

1.) We don't hang out much at all
2.) You've known this guy for like a week
3.) you told me the reason he needs a ride because he's running from the cops
4.) you wouldn't do the same for me


also, when i tell you that i won't do it grow the fuck up and don't get pissed at me for you asking me to do something illeage.

also, grow the fuck up.


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skife

:: 2007 10 December :: 3.15am

i can never seem to make up my mind on anything.

except i want feety pajamas

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skife

:: 2007 5 December :: 2.32am

new AIM:

CedarCreekPirate

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skife

:: 2007 4 December :: 9.54pm

bordem.

[21:15] [skife] boo?
[21:15] [jeff] aaaaa.
[21:15] [skife] bbbbb.
[21:18] [Jeff] ccccc?
[21:18] * skife claps
[21:26] * Jeff glares

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skife

:: 2007 29 November :: 3.59am

this song gets stuck in my head. It plays when i read my woohu.


STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO LYRICS

"Point / Counterpoint"

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong?
Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along?
I'd like to think I would, you know I'd like to think I would
but I can guarantee that what you see is not reality
and every time she makes a point, I make a counterpoint
She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
and you know that's only just the way that it goes
You said it right man, That is just the way that it goes

And the days, and the days they seem like forever
And the days, and the days they seem like forever
But forever isn't ever enough!!
I'd like to sing a song
Promise you won't be long!
I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong
There was a kid who never cared about the little things
Don't even bother because I'm tired and I'm sick of it
And every time she makes a point, I'll make a counterpoint!
She said It's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
And you know that's only just the way that it goes
You said it right man, that is just the way that it goes

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

Oh, you don't know where I've been!
Oh, you don't know what I've seen!

If I did something right
Would you give up this fight?
Would you say you were wrong and maybe someone else was kind of right
I'd like to think you would
You know I'd like to think you would
but I can't guarantee that what you get is an apology
Jump back to the day we met
I never thought that it would end this way
If ever I let you down I want to ask of you
To take it down a notch and we can talk it on through

And the days, and the days they seem like forever
And the days, and the days they seem like forever
But forever isn't ever enough!!
I'd like to sing a song
Promise you won't be long!
I'll try not to be long but I don't want to get this story wrong
There was a chick who never cared about the little things
Don't bother 'cause I still don't give a shit
And every time she makes a point, I'll make a counterpoint!
She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice
And you know that's only just the way that it goes
You said it right man, that is just the way that it goes

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

Oh, you don't know where I've been!
Oh, you don't know what I've seen!

So tell me friend, how's it going to end?
When the shit goes down and there's no one left around to get your back
You'll crack
You'll smile and agree with everything they say
They'll try to tell you that it's all okay
But it's not and you're shot and you're bleeding pretty bad
And you can't stop thinking about the things you never had
Like a wife and a kid and the things you never did
You're running around
You're living a life that's empty in the end, my friend

No, you'll take back all you've said
Oh, when the regrets fill your head

Trust me I've been there before
I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy
What irony!
Once friends, but I find
You'll have to learn this lesson on your own

So I waited by the phone but that phone never rang
and I sang so loud so I wouldn't hear the bang
When the bang never came and I never got the call
Fuck It! Thank You! I Love You All!
Some are going to say that we're doomed to repeat
all our past mistakes
Great!
But that's not me
and even if it was I would always disagree
Because in the end I always get the better of me

I've got a gun in my hand but that gun won't cock
And my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked
and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock
and even if I could I would never give up.
With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung
I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung.
And if and when I die won't you bury me alone?
'Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.

Oh, I'll take you where I've been!
Oh, I'll show you what I've seen!

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