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metalhead

:: 2006 25 December :: 9.48pm

happy christmas

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metalhead

:: 2006 22 December :: 4.05pm

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metalhead

:: 2006 9 December :: 7.32am
:: Music: Martin Sexton - The Way I Am

Saw an old fisherman out swaying on the dock
Swinging a jug of something in the string of fish he had caught
His wife had left him just a week before
She packed up her bags and she waltzed on out the door
And she said
You know I don't like the way I am
You know I don't like the way I am


And then she cried
Right out loud
She sang

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metalhead

:: 2006 22 November :: 2.57pm

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metalhead

:: 2006 20 November :: 10.17pm
:: Music: End of the Day - Beck

Slightly misquoted, but it still makes me proud.

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metalhead

:: 2006 19 November :: 2.21pm

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metalhead

:: 2006 11 November :: 12.36pm

The middle of November brings me down
So I thought this might help everyone else, too.
Read more..

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jessika

:: 2006 2 August :: 11.29pm
:: Mood: ill
:: Music: AFI

Wow
I completely forgot about Woohu until Alex mentioned it a minute ago. Holy shit it has been a while. I feel very ill and tired, but I can not sleep. It is a sort of too-tired-to-sleep sort of thing.



I <3333 AFI. They are amazing.

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jessika

:: 2006 10 May :: 9.25pm
:: Mood: cranky
:: Music: Defying Gravity - Wicked

Yay! AFI!
If you do not know who they are, you should totally find out quick. Buy their new album, coming out 6/6/06! Possible the most anticipated album this year!


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Jessika

:: 2005 21 January :: 11.47pm
:: Mood: apathetic
:: Music: Queen - Fat Bottomed Girls

Read this!
{I'm witnessing death as I type this.

A fly just fell off the wall or the ceiling or somewhere above this computer and landed next to the monitor's power cord here in the school library. It's laying on its back twitching and wriggling around trying to use its last bit of energy to flip itself over from this fatal position. It stops every couple of seconds to rest and everytime it looks as though it's the last time it'll move before being swept away by a janitor into the garbage and eventually whisked away to its ultimate grave.

Five seconds it stops. Three seconds it twitches.

Seven seconds it stops. Three seconds it twitches.

"I'm not quite dead yet!" says one side of the fly, the other half retorts with the ever-comical reply, "Yes you are now shut up."

It looks as though this is the end.

Oh, no it's pulled through once more.

And as it twitches again, it finally flips over onto its feet. A good two minutes after it falls, it has finally moving properly again. It tries climbing up the wall... and once again falls onto its back. Several seconds are passing and it's stopped moving, but the frantic flailing of its appendages has resumed and it's now trying to regain its composure.

I find myself wanting to put this poor fly out of its misery. And then I remember, flies are disgusting germy things and they should suffer like the rest of us sick creatures do, at least once in awhile. I want to scream at it to
JUST
GIVE
UP
but these last few moments are an eternity to the fly and if it can only just flip over once more...

I really don't think it's going to pull through.

I really hope it's not going to pull through.

Disgusting germy thing anyway. I am revolted.

And alas, it is flipped over once more onto its feet. Movement is stopped except for what looks to be its cleaning habits. (That's an absurd thought. Flies don't clean, they merely rearrange the disease.)

In another minute or so, this fly will try to climb up the wall (it's much too weak to fly) again and fall onto its back again.

...or maybe instead, it will take a trip under the monitor and disappear into whatever depths from whence it came.

Not that I care anyway.}


Lindsey typed that today....it is flipping awesome I think. I love the style.

Is anyone free after the early out on Wednesday? *is extremely determined ;-)*

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Jessika

:: 2005 9 January :: 6.59pm
:: Mood: grumpy

Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a fucking knife.
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Yeah. I am loving those lyrics by the Used right now.

I have no one to talk to >_<

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Jessika

:: 2004 14 October :: 3.08pm

AT SCHOOL!

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Jessika

:: 2004 1 October :: 1.21pm

Stand, Bison down the field. Fight ‘til the end. We’ll never change our course, until the very end. Rah rah rah roll up the score Great Falls; we’ll have to win. Stand Bison down the field and smash the others, smash the others in.

For ROchelle

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Jessika

:: 2004 28 September :: 3.02pm

“I can resist everything except temptation.”

Inspirational thought from typing class :)

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Jessika

:: 2004 16 September :: 10.42pm
:: Mood: tired
:: Music: buzzzzzzz

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR >_<
Yeah. I am actually doing something right now. It sucks. I should do the rest of my speech improv goddammit!!! >_

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