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2007 15 January :: 10.51pm
:: Mood: tired
God, I want it back...
does anyone else feel like the world has lost it's mystery?
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2007 2 January :: 1.41pm
:: Music: Hysteria, Muse
Quote of the new year:
Wake-up, fuck head. Time to live.
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2006 21 November :: 9.54am
:: Mood: relaxed
:: Music: The big medley on Michael's computer
...or maybe not.
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2006 25 October :: 9.37pm
:: Mood: Final.
:: Music: The Used
Flags of Dawn
this darkness would
eclipse our will
a cold wind blows
across these hills
a swinging gaze
from a hangman's tree
a crow's nest view
of what's left to see
the light that's formed
of saints return the silence to the snow
still beneath the craters waiting
for this time to grow
so hold on
hold tight
open daylight
we will overcome
so put away your fear
the morning star will soon appear
and bring an end
to this dark night
and we must run if we're to meet the light
watered by the blood of martyrs
blessed and blind as sons and daughters
sleep with one eye open
and live with both eyes shut
so let's find the place where sight begins
and see the things that we saw when our
eyes were bright and wet against the light
and hold on
hold tight
open daylight
we will overcome
open your eyes
over the new sight
fly the flags of dawn
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2006 27 July :: 5.31pm
:: Mood: Accomplished
:: Music: Kyo, Le Chemin (again, the whole album)
"This is it; The moment you've ALL been waiting for..."
Today, I was getting paranoid about Jessica again. The most irrational thing I could possibly do, especially when I consider how we were talking about how much we liked each other and how uncannily compatible we are not eight hours earlier.
I quickly realized my folly:
I'm not full in. I've picked up the bat, I'm at the plate, the ball has been thrown. A curve ball. If I swing, I might miss. I might hit it. I've no way to tell other than what I know of my own abilities. I've not totally committed yet...I'm still afraid. Hence I get paranoid. I've decided I'm done being afraid. I'm ready to swing. I'll do everything within my power to get that ball out of the park. I'm leaving my old self behind.
Look back through the pages of this journal. The boy you see thoughout most of it is now dead. I've let him die -nay, killed him- because he was not who I was meant to be I am something more...something better. I hope you can see that now.
Ultimately, there are only two things holding my old self in reality. Our memories, which will fade and tarnish, and this journal, which I have the opportunity to destroy.
I'm taking it. I've sent the website a request to have it deleted. I don't need anything on here anymore. I'm letting it all go...
...I'm swinging my bat. For God, for myself, for her.
I don't know how long it will take...but it'll be soon.
Later.
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2006 11 July :: 9.25pm
:: Mood: Solemn
:: Music: Drops of Jupiter, Train
"...And with a note of Finality"
I've said in the past that First Love never dies...
-pulls trigger-
...I lied.
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2006 9 July :: 5.56pm
Four hours and thirty-seven minutes.
Holy-crap.
I used to make fun of people for talking that long...and I just did it. I feel bad though, her mom was angry...She couldn't figure out what we could talk about for that long...and to tell the truth, neither can I.
I test at Sylvan tomorrow morning. I have to get tutored in Algebra II so I can pass the Asset tests and get into a decent math course. I need my AA when I graduate so I can apply for WSU or WWU.
Start work Tuesday morning.
I might have a French dude come live in my house for three weeks. That'd be seriously awesome.
I'm hungry.
I need food.
-Later-
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2006 31 March :: 3.50pm
I was a Ronin...
Now I have a clan.
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2006 28 March :: 8.32pm
The moment of truth...
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2006 28 March :: 8.26pm
:: Mood: Contemplative
Hypothetical situation
So there is a huge party, and everyone you know comes. Even people you don't know come. And the party is for everyone, not just one person, but all of them. Slowly, one by one, the members slip away, off into the distance. You might hear from them again. You might not.
At first you don't even notice they're gone...but after a while you begin to see how thin the crowd looks. And they keep leaving. At first you're offended, but you soon realize that it wasn't just your party, it was everyones. But time wears on, and soon all the masses have left...except three.
That is Woohu.com if you are me. And the only three people who respond to this will be those three...
LONG LIVE THE BUSH CREW!!!
HIPHIP-HUZZAH!
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