It's a long way down from the place where we started from.

3 Lies | Fact and fiction work as a team.

:: 2004 22 September :: 12.12am

shitty night
had a 3 page paper due tomorrow on how this one article applies to my latin america class....its quite obvious...the article takes place in brazil and it focused on the progress of the nation, and thats exactly what were talking about in class. there isnt much to expand on there, so my paper is the shittiest paper ive ever written in my life and is only 2 pages.

part two: friends

ive been thinking a lot lately about my friends from home.
1. has changed so much and is being an asshole and i dont want to talk to this one and wont crawl back when i get really bored one night.
2. wont listen to me when i know from experience exactly what im talking about and am trying to look out for this one so that they dont fuck up like i did
3. i never see this one very much. when i do i dont have as much fun as i used to, its my own fault though. things change even when people say they wont.
4. ive only been really mad at this person once in my life and it wasnt even a big deal, but lately ive been in a super shitty mood and they made me feel better, thanks, dont take my mood personal, im sorry if i take shit out on you.

some people are in the clear. if you really want to know who the numbers are just ask me.

i might even be able to tell you more tomorrow bc i probably wont sleep much tonight....oh well, shit happens.

16 Lies | Fact and fiction work as a team.

:: 2004 21 September :: 12.39pm

Its weird how long we've been doing this and how long we've all known each other, even if only through journals. What reminded me of it is, last year I asked what I should be for Halloween and Toto told me to be a slut/construction worker. But anyways, I'm asking for suggestions again. But this time there are guidelines. Halloween is Brook's (Matt's (rhythm guitarist) girlfriend) birthday, and she wants to have a party and have us play for her. Since I'll be playing, I can't be anything that'll constrict me from moving around (i.e. huge carrot or something) or that'll disable me from actually playing my instrument (i.e. a gorilla suit with hands) and JJ is going to be PeeWee Herman and Matt will be a woman, so neither of those. But anyways, help would be much appreciated!

P.S. no, i will not be an American Gladiator, i'd rather not wear spandex

4 Lies | Fact and fiction work as a team.

:: 2004 21 September :: 5.52pm

as reported by alexandra zavis in the AP:
In Monday's video, al-Zarqawi announced that Tawhid and Jihad was taking revenge for female Iraqi prisoners and called Bush "a dog."

The U.S. military says women are not held at either facility but has acknowledged it is holding two female "security prisoners" elsewhere. They are Dr. Rihab Rashid Taha, a scientist who became known as "Dr. Germ" for helping Iraq make weapons out of anthrax, and Huda Salih Mahdi Ammash, a biotech researcher known as "Mrs. Anthrax."

dr. germ and mrs. anthrax?

tell me we're talking about a real-life war and not marvel comics.

nugenta3

:: 2004 20 September :: 9.14pm
:: Mood: overworked and underpaid

use your indiscreet discretion
"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The ones who see things differently. They are not fond of rules. And they have no respect for status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? While some see them as the crazy ones, I see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."

Fact and fiction work as a team.

:: 2004 20 September :: 7.49pm

the weekend....
good news: the church looks awesome. me and aaron are going to the beastie boys concert at cobo on the 5th of november!

bad news: i had a wicked blister on my palm from leveling out two huge piles of dirt at church and i was sick as hell sunday and am still sick.

sunday after church: i pass out onthe couch, eat a piece of pizza and fall asleep. wake up at 5, am dizzy as hell, and everything is moving on its own and ihave a fever. mom drives me back to school where i went to bed.

22 Lies | Fact and fiction work as a team.

:: 2004 19 September :: 5.52pm

Your Ultimate One Night Stand... by crispnite
LJ Username
Favorite animal
You invite over...
They bring...
You talk about...
You end up... making out
Quiz created with MemeGen!

:: 2004 19 September :: 10.00pm

Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows your name.
You wanna go where people know, people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows your name.
You want to go where people know, people are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.

6 Lies | Fact and fiction work as a team.

:: 2004 18 September :: 10.48pm

don't give up your lover tonight.

2 Lies | Fact and fiction work as a team.

:: 2004 18 September :: 5.29pm

Kali Mah.... Kali Mah, shukti dae

:: 2004 18 September :: 1.09pm

:: 2004 16 September :: 4.52pm

OW my hand hurts from playing my gee-tar too much today! :-( doesnt it just look like it is in pain and kills when anything (like the keyboard) touches it?

Fact and fiction work as a team.

:: 2004 16 September :: 2.30pm

had my tutorial today at 1, it wasnt as bad as i was thinking, but it still sucked im glad i didnt wear my polo i was going to wear bc i was sweating hard core and it would have been gross!

:: 2004 15 September :: 7.47pm
:: Mood: pissed off

FUCK YOU EDUCATION TEACHER! IM NOT A FUCKING ENGLISH MAJOR WHO WRITES PAPERS AWESOMELY. I DONT EVEN LIKE WRITING ABOUT PERSONAL SHIT....WHICH YOU ARE FORCING ME TO WRITE ABOUT. FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING CLASS