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2007 23 August :: 4.57pm
I've got some hardcore circles under my eyes.
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2007 21 August :: 3.42pm
Wow...I've spent the last two hours reading past entries.
It made me sad cause I really miss everyone, and probably will never talk again to those I miss most.
I've also noticed I've gotten progressively dumber. Uh oh.
Why can't things go back to the way they used to be?
That was 3 or 4 years ago.
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2007 19 August :: 10.50am
:: Mood: nervous
Hosnap -- college.
August 27th. Oh, dear.
So it would appear as though I'm taking 16 hours; 6 classes.
College Algebra, Composition 1 (English), Intro to Chemistry - basically from 9 AM 'til 12 PM Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
On Monday nights @ 6 PM, I have Chem lab. Luckily, my high school chemistry teacher transferred to this college, so I'll be with her AND my friend Robert for Chem Lab.
Tuesday nights @ 6 PM, I have Ceramics class.
Online, I have First Aid.
Thursdays = free (homework and study days ~ like weekends).
Whoo. A bit scary; hopefully I'm not in over my head. I had to have at least 12 hours for my scholarship, and 15 in case I needed to drop a class. The average amount of hours = 12-15, supposedly.
Anywho. College. Okay. All right. Here we go.
Also, I turn 18 on September 1st.
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2007 12 July :: 7.03pm
Quote. Dunno who said it.
"Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough..."
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2007 11 July :: 6.34pm
:: Music: The Hush Sound.
Like vines, we intertwine,
Carelessly growing up and growing old.
Life was on our tongues,
And it tasted heavenly so good.
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Really loving that band.
You know how, when life is going well, you sort of wonder when it's gonna take a turn for the worse? I've got that feeling, but I'm just trying to enjoy the good times while they're here.
Honestly, I've lost two friendships in the past month or two. I suppose those could be counted as down times, but I'm doing okay. Things with boyfriend-figure are going well and happy; I feel like I'm finally, finally being pulled out of the shell I retreated into when the Matt situation occurred years ago. Our conversations nowadays rarely end badly; if we argue, things are usually resolved before we say goodnight.
I'm still not using the L word (not The L Word as in television; the other one)... It's not that I'm afraid of it. I'm just saving it until I am 100% positive, no doubts, and I can look him in the eye and say it, which may occur in the next half a year or so.
Summer has made me lazy. I've been accepted to the college and all that, but I've got so much more to do. College starts August 27th, I believe. Must stop procrastinating (likely, right?).
<3.
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2007 6 July :: 9.14pm
Why do people get so mad when I lump modern religions and ancient mythology into the same group, I mean, there's no real difference, it's just made up bullshit people believe so they can ignore the fact they really don't know that much about the universe.
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2007 30 June :: 1.48pm
I made my first youtube video =)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1SeyA7xJn8
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2007 20 June :: 5.58am
Odd dreams.
But I'm still alive. :P I still check my friends' page pretty much daily.
I'm trying to decide on a specific use for this journal.. Hrm.
Dunno. 8 PM - 2/4 AM sleeping schedules are really very interesting.
Must eat breakfast.
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2007 13 June :: 11.02pm
Gray light, new day leaks through the window
An old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio
We walk the forty blocks to the middle
Of the place we heard that everything would be
And there were barricades to keep us off the street
But the crowd kept pushing forward
Till they swallowed the police
Ya they went wild
We left before the dust had time to settle
Now all the broken glass swept off the avenue
And on the way home held your camera like a bible
Just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth
And I stood nervous next to you in the dark room
You dropped the paper in the water
And it all begins to bloom
Ya they go wild
And just when I get so lonesome I cant speak
I see some flowers on the hillside
Like a wall of new TVs
Ya they go wild
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2007 9 June :: 10.03pm
http://media.putfile.com/Landlocked-Blues-91
Don't make too much fun of it, it was my first time singing the song.
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2007 6 June :: 10.50pm
Gray light, new day leaks through the window
An old soul song comes on the alarm clock radio
We walk the forty blocks to the middle
Of the place we heard that everything would be
And there were barricades to keep us off the street
But the crowd kept pushing forward
Till they swallowed the police
Ya they went wild
We left before the dust had time to settle
Now all the broken glass swept off the avenue
And on the way home held your camera like a bible
Just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth
And I stood nervous next to you in the dark room
You dropped the paper in the water
And it all begins to bloom
Ya they go wild
And just when I get so lonesome I cant speak
I see some flowers on the hillside
Like a wall of new TVs
Ya they go wild
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2007 2 June :: 8.51pm
I got a second 19" monitor.
http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/5541/awesomefb3.jpg
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2007 28 May :: 10.21pm
♥♥
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2007 16 May :: 6.20pm
The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city's cemetery's humming
I'm wide-awake, it's morning
I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents have they have their religion
But sleep in separate houses
I read the body count out of the paper
And now it's written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place
So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Everyday I'm on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But cant keep up with what I got
I hope I don't sound too ungrateful
What history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens
So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing
It's best to join the side that's gonna win
And no one's sure how all of this got started
But we're gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!
Well I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else's voice
But failure's always sounded better
Lets fuck it up boys, make some noise!
The sun came up with no conclusion
Flowers sleeping in their beds
This city's cemetery's humming
I'm wide-awake, it's morning
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2007 14 May :: 9.01pm
Sometimes a life of alcoholism and drug abuse just looks so much more glamorous.
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2007 12 May :: 12.02am
My Favorites. :]
A collection of my absolute favorite images that I've found around the net (mostly Gaia forums).
Hurray for clickable thumbnails. :D
Read more..
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2007 9 May :: 8.55pm
So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiance seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn't even pronounce the name of. And she was feeling very bored and despondent. And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he's saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry" and apologizing. And she looks at the man and says "Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says "We're going to a party. It's a birthday party. It's your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much." And then he starts humming this little tune, it kind of goes like this: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
We must talk in every telephone
Get eaten off the web
We must rip out all the epilogues in the books that we have read
And in the face of every criminal
Strapped firmly to a chair
We must stare, we must stare, we must stare
We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
And in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dream
We must sing, we must sing, we must sing
It'll go like this:
While my mother waters plants
My father loads his guns
He says death will give us back to God
Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean
And then they splashed into the deep blue sea
It was a wonderful splash
We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run
We must hang up in the belfry
Where the bats and moonlight laugh
We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
And in the caverns of tomorrow
With just our flashlights and our love
We must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge
And then we'll get down there, way down to the very bottom of everything
And then we'll see it, oh we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it
Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world's waking up
All the city buses swimming past
I'm happy just because
I found out I am really no one
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2007 6 May :: 8.17am
Well, I finally figured out a realistic future for myself that I would enjoy.
Go to college, major in Japanese, go teach English in Japan for the rest of my life.
If I decided to come back to America, I could easily come teach Japanese =)
If nothing else I'd be a lot happier in a country of 130mil where only 1.4mil are christians.
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2007 3 May :: 8.41pm
If you wonder why I always post song lyrics, it's because I lack the poetic ability to describe my own feelings properly.
i spent a week drinking the sunlight of winnetka, california
where they understand the weight of human hearts
you see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you
with the fear that it eventually departs.
and the truth is i've been dreaming of some tired, tranquil place
where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones
and if all the years of searching find one sympathetic face
then its there i will plant these seeds and make my home
i spent a day dreaming of dying in mesa, arizona
where all the green of life had turned to ash
and i felt i was on fire, with the things i could have told you
i just assumed that you eventually would ask
and i wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart
and all those months i just wanted to sleep
and though spring, it did come slowly, i guess it did its part
my heart has thawed and continues to beat
i visited my brother on the outskirts of olympia
where the forest and the water become one
and we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of, that
perfect peaceful street where we came from
and i know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
as i sat inside my room so long ago
and it hurts that he's still shaking from those secrets that were told by a
car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold
and i went to san diego
the birthplace of the summer
and watched the ocean dance under the moon
and there was a girl i knew there, one more potential lover
i guess that something's got to happen soon
because i know i can't keep living in this dead or dying dream
and as i walked along the beach and drank with her
i thought about my true love, the one i really need
with eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure
they make me pure
they make me pure
i long to be with you
they make me pure
they make me pure
i long to be with you
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2007 17 April :: 9.31pm
I'm Jen's Bitch.
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2007 12 April :: 7.42pm
Take me out tonight
Where theres music and theres people
And theyre young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I havent got one
Anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and i
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please dont drop me home
Because its not my home, its their
Home, and Im welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I dont care
I dont care, I dont care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought oh god, my chance has come at last
(but then a strange fear gripped me and i
Just couldnt ask)
Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I dont care
I dont care, I dont care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I havent got one, da ...
Oh, I havent got one
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out
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2007 11 April :: 9.27pm
You are so self-centered, the entire fucking world revolves around you.
I mean, I love you, but you need to get the fuck over yourself.
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2007 11 April :: 7.53pm
"The City Has Sex"
the city has sex with itself i suppose
as the concrete collides, the scenery grows
and the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed
having undressed their wounds for each other
and there is a boy in a basement with a four track machine
he's been strumming and screaming all night, down there
the tape hiss will cover the words that he sings
but then they say it's better to bury your sadness
in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to awake from its sleep
and burst into green
and i've cried and you would think i would be better for it
but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in your spine
for the rest of my life
and i've learned and you'd think i'd be something more now,
but it just goes to show it is not what you know
its what you were thinking at the time.
this feeling's familiar, i've been here before
in a kitchen this quiet i waited for a sign or just something
that might reassure me of anything close to meaning or motion
(with a reason to move)
i need something i want to be close to
and i scream, but i still don't know why i do it
because the sound never stays it just swells and decays
so what is the point?
why try to fight what is now so certain?
the truth is all that i am is a passing event that will be forgotten.
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