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2004 2 April :: 12.24am
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: John Coltrane
Wow. I forgot I made this journal. It's funny to look back and read the comments people have made. People get too serious about this shit.
Everything I've ever said in this journal is an opinion. There is an obviously large number of people with a opinion differing from mine. This is fine. I can live with people believing different things. But it disgusts me when people state their opinions as facts, and are hardened to them.
"Carrabba is awesome. You suck, you're fat and jealous, etc."
Exactly. I dont feel that people that dont feel as I do about Chris Carrabba are stupid, but most of the people here that comment are. They tel me to get a life. Shit. This is too amusing.
And to further state my beliefs. I dont feel that Chris Carrabba is all that talented. He's a better guitar player than me, but that doesnt make him very good. I know many people that are better than him at that. I dont think hes a hoprrible singer or musician, but hes in no way great or amazing. He is good at writing pop alt-rock music. Thats not really something to be proud of. Pop music appeals to those who know nothing about music. To a musician, pop music is the lowest form of music, yet the highest paying. I'm jealous of his money. I'd love to make millions from playing crappy music.
Also, I get a lot of insults on this journal. One in particular was something along the lines of "you suck pussy!-rawr"
Damn right, bitch!
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2004 2 April :: 12.07am
:: Mood: amused
Wow. I forget I made this journal. It's funny to look back and read the comments people have made. People get too serious about this shit.
Everything I've ever said in this journal is an opinion. There is an obviously large number of people with a opinion differing from mine. This is fine. I can live with people believing different things. But it disgusts me when people state their opinions as facts, and are hardened to them.
"Carrabba is awesome. You suck, you're fat and jealous, etc."
Exactly. I dont feel that people that dont feel as I do about Chris Carrabba are stupid, but most of the people here that comment are. They tel me to get a life. Shit. This is too amusing.
And to further state my beliefs. I dont feel that Chris Carrabba is all that talented. He's a better guitar player than me, but that doesnt make him very good. I know many people that are better than him at that. I dont think hes a hoprrible singer or musician, but hes in no way great or amazing. He is good at writing pop alt-rock music. Thats not really something to be proud of. Pop music appeals to those who know nothing about music. To a musician, pop music is the lowest form of music, yet the highest paying. I'm jealous of his money. I'd love to make millions from playing crappy music.
Also, I get a lot of insults on this journal. One in particular was something along the lines of "you suck pussy!-rawr"
Damn right, bitch!
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2004 1 April :: 8.14am
It is the things we deem insignificant that are in fact the most. Calm your superficial mind and allow the inner voice to guide; infinity is bonded in you, but will never become realized until you stop talking and start listening.
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2004 30 March :: 12.24am
:: Mood: worthless
Hello, little man. Boy I sure heard
a bunch about you. See, I was a good
friend of your Daddy's. We were in
that Hanoi pit of hell over five
years together. Hopefully, you'll
never have to experience this
yourself, but when two men are in a
situation like me and your Daddy
were, for as long as we were, you
take on certain responsibilities of
the other. If it had been me who had
not made it, Major Coolidge would be
talkin' right now to my son Jim. But
the way it worked out is I'm talkin'
to you, Butch. I got somethin' for
ya.
This watch I got here was first
purchased by your great-granddaddy.
It was bought during the First World
War in a little general store in
Knoxville, Tennessee. It was bought
by private Doughboy Ernie Coolidge
the day he set sail for Paris. It
was your great-granddaddy's war watch,
made by the first company to ever
make wrist watches. You see, up until
then, people just carried pocket
watches. Your great-granddaddy wore
that watch every day he was in the
war. Then when he had done his duty,
he went home to your great-
grandmother, took the watch off his
wrist and put it in an ol' coffee
can. And in that can it stayed 'til
your grandfather Dane Coolidge was
called upon by his country to go
overseas and fight the Germans once
again. This time they called it World
War Two. Your great-granddaddy gave
it to your granddad for good luck.
Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't as
good as his old man's. Your granddad
was a Marine and he was killed with
all the other Marines at the battle
of Wake Island. Your granddad was
facing death and he knew it. None of
those boys had any illusions about
ever leavin' that island alive. So
three days before the Japanese took
the island, your 22-year old
grandfather asked a gunner on an Air
Force transport named Winocki, a man
he had never met before in his life,
to deliver to his infant son, who he
had never seen in the flesh, his
gold watch. Three days later, your
grandfather was dead. But Winocki
kept his word. After the war was
over, he paid a visit to your
grandmother, delivering to your infant
father, his Dad's gold watch. This
watch. This watch was on your Daddy's
wrist when he was shot down over
Hanoi. He was captured and put in a
Vietnamese prison camp. Now he knew
if the gooks ever saw the watch it'd
be confiscated. The way your Daddy
looked at it, that watch was your
birthright. And he'd be damned if
and slopeheads were gonna put their
greasy yella hands on his boy's
birthright. So he hid it in the one
place he knew he could hide somethin'.
His ass. Five long years, he wore
this watch up his ass. Then when he
died of dysentery, he gave me the
watch. I hid with uncomfortable hunk
of metal up my ass for two years.
Then, after seven years, I was sent
home to my family. And now, little
man, I give the watch to you.
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2004 29 March :: 11.32pm
"Had To Work" lives!
Featuring Will n Bob (me).
we have 6 ideas, shooting for 11 songs. 2 finished. This will be fun! Look for our cd in stores this summer....yea right
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2004 24 March :: 3.04pm
My first real song is done!
I just finished my first real song with Will! Lyrics and two guitars. Yes, it is a comedy song about a certain character from Boston that Will met, but it is a finished and recorded song which is cool. Time to write some more! Maybe good ones now...
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2004 23 March :: 3.44pm
:: Mood: apathetic
:: Music: "I'm Still Here" -John Rzeznik
Fine. I'll update.
Pissed off about a lot of things still. Not as much as I was at one point, but I don't think right now that things can ever go back to how they were. And for those of you reading this (all maybe 4 of you) and thinking you know who I am talking about, you are not 100% right. I don't know, maybe I am the bad guy here, maybe I am the one that's wrong, that's certainly how it seems now. Atleast that's what they tell me.
Excited to go to seaworld on Thursday. I really love all the orcas and stuff, dunno what it is about dolphins and whatnot, just...intriguing I suppose.
Con-gay was really really good. I had so much fun. This was the best Congres so far; the Québec government gave SO much money to CCFF for us to do a Québec theme. It was crazy. I got a plaque for getting first place in the games category of projet. A bunch of people did really well on stuff. I have not decided what I am going to do about french club next year...don't worry if you don't know what I'm talking about. There was this really hot guy from the Québec government...Frédéric Bolduc. He gave me his camera before banquet to take pictures of people and stuff around the banquet and Mrs. Youngman dubbed me his "official photographer." I dunno about that, but I had a blast going around taking pictures of random people. After banquet me and Amy kinda stalked him a little in the hotel. Didn't really go to the dance this year, which was good, because I dont like dancing, it's just this year we had a big enough group for some to go to the dance and some to not go. There was this kid there, Lee, I just went up to him one time in the food place and was like you know, I'm going to call you Luis. Never really gave an explanation, nor did I need to, and I have not called him Lee since. Anghela had a good time with Damien...no comment. She also learned what a Nympho and a Klepto are. Good job, Angie. I was very proud of Jane for the amount of work she got done at Congres...very little. And we actually did manage to get her to watch an episode of Blind Date, and I'm pretty sure she survived. On the bus ride home I spent a good hour taking only pictures of Jane expressing different emotions for my "Many Faces of Jane" scrapbook that I will make, I promise. It's really funny. Small incident on the bus ride home...we found a porn magazine...so did Mrs. Youngman. It was interesting. Angie at one point opened it to an article entitled "How we started swinging" and then Mrs. Youngman threw it away and gave us a whole lecture on maturity. Well, not a whole lecture, but a 5 minute one. She knew it was funny. Umm...not too many more stories come to mind. Perhaps I should have updated earlier, but I came back to a bit of a, um, surprise.
Yesterday me and Leah and Krystle went to the Wellington Mall to go shopping for prom dresses and stuff. Not that I am going to prom, I was mainly there to balance out Leah and tell Krystle not to buy puffy pink dresses. I did buy a really cool purse. It's corduroy. I like fuzzy things. And we met this really cute guy at Starbucks. He was cute and funny and 19...hmmm... Oh, it was so funny, as I was leaving after I ordered my coffee, he goes "thanks a latte!" I just turned around and went what the hell was that, thanks a latte...and he laughed. Ohoh, he's an "aspiring musician," which explains why he works at starbucks, but we promised to spread the word on his music, so everyone go to www.wordsnowheard.com. You'll like it, I promise. It's all acoustic, and he's pretty good.
I don't have a whole lot else to say. I guess I'll write up again when I get back from Orlando. There's just not enough going on right now that I want to write about here for me to keep updating like I have. My melodramas have moved beyond band shit. Hence the once a week maybe updating. Sorry about that. If you really want to know, IM me, and I may tell you, but all the people who will read this talk to me on IM anyway, and know much of what is going on. So really, if you think about it, this journal is pointless and redundant.
I am a question to the world
Not an answer to be heard
Or a moment that's held in your arms
And what do you think you'd ever say
I won't listen anyway
You don't know me
And I'll never be what you want
Me to be
And what
Do you think you'd understand
I'm boy, no, I'm a man
You can't take me
And throw me away
And how
Can you learn what's never shown
Yeah, you stand here on your own
They don't know me
'Cause I'm not here
And I want a moment to be real
Want to touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong
And how can the world want me to change
They're the ones that stay the same
They don't know me
'Cause I'm not here
And you see the things they never see
All you wanted - I could be
Now you know me
And I'm not afraid
And I want to tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man
They can't break me
As long as I know who I am
And I want a moment to be real
Want to touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong
And how can the world want me to change
They're the ones that stay the same
They can't see me
But I'm still here
They can't tell me who to be
'Cause I'm not what they see
Yeah, the world is still sleepin' while I keep on dreaming for me
And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe
And I want a moment to be real
Want to touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong
And how can you say I'll never change
They're the ones that stay the same
I'm the one now
'Cause I'm still here
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2004 22 March :: 12.36am
:: Music: Herbie Hancock
Hello,
How's it going babe? Myself, I'm doing great. No complaints here. I'm bored, so I guess I'll resort to Woohu.
The past week has been wonderful, suprisingly. Last Sunday, I went to my friend David's house for, get this, Wrestlemania 20. My friends Shaun, Robert, and Curtis were all there too, who I hadn't seen in two years. I haven't watched wrestling in about 3 years, so it was funny to watch thematches out of context. We all conversed just like it was old times, amazingly. Overall, it was just a great time to hang out with some of my friends from middle school who haven't been in my life for awhile.
I was antsy to get this final week of school over with, but it went by pretty fast, I guess. I pulled off an A in AP English, and a B in Physics, so my grades turned out pretty good. I had some convos with a few people, such as Cary (even though we had stoner/druggie/slut/crackwhore girl trying to talk to us the whole time.) I drove Sara home twice, which was nice. Heck, I even pulled off an amazing comeback going 1-on-1 with her in B-Ball and beat her.
Spring break has been coolio, so far at least. I spent Friday and today lounging around, doing nothing on the former and hanging out with Noah, Krystal, Heather, and Keith tonight. Both had their merits.
Saturday night was a wonderful time as well. Dinner and walking along the Avenue was very, very nice, even though the leftovers dripped on me and I smelt like Italian. It was actually one of the better times I've had in a long time, and hopefully she had a great time too. Since we are both going to be away on college trips for the rest of the week, I know that that will be the peak of my spring break.
As I previously said, my aforementioned trip to Texas happens on Wednesday morning. I will be checking out University of Texas at Austin and SMU in Dallas, while also hanging with my cousins in the big D. I'm gone until Sunday, I believe, so if you would like to get your fill of Drew, you can call me or something.
Well, I'm going to go play around with Tab-It or maybe go to bed, so I'll talk to you later.
Love,
Drew R.
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2004 15 March :: 11.02pm
this die we cast
on this sea of glass
is all but entropy
reflecting for eternity
or perhaps chaos it may be
to those who cannot see
or a calculated precision
to those posessing vision
but to theorize
is to lobotomize
and to criticize
is to demise
so you live you
and i'll live me
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2004 15 March :: 9.47pm
...now accepting reasons to attend prom.
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2004 12 March :: 2.36am
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: Charlie Mingus
I havent slept more than three hours within the last 47. No intentions of sleeping tonight.
I just wrote a really deep entry, but decided not to post it. I don't think I've ever correctly expressed my emotions through words.
I started writing music again last week. Mostly blues. I never knew it, but blues really does come from the soul. It's tiring to always play others people's music, and never create anything of your own. I wish I had a 4 track, because everything I write gets lost with my bad short term memory.
I also found out that I've been accepted to be a music major at USF next year.
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2004 11 March :: 9.42pm
:: Mood: happy
...and the journey begins
well, for me at least. Today I began reading The Hobbit. I bought it and the Fellowship of the Ring today.
SEBRING IN ONE WEEK!!! BLISS IS NEAR.
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2004 10 March :: 10.06pm
:: Mood: busy
:: Music: "Oh" -Dave Matthews
Monday was my half-birthday. Getting older still. Oh, and for those of you who think I am crazy, the only reason that I know what my half birthday is is because it's also my cousin's birthday. Someone remind me to register to vote. I could do it at the dave concert, IF I COULD GO...I have no idea when tickets go on sale, and they sell out fast. If anyone knows anything, please let me know.
I have felt like shit lately. Tons of stuff contributing to it. Not going into it.
I was going to go to disney over spring break, and was all excited for that, until my parents learned that our annual passes expire like next week. Then what started out to be a reasonable vacation suddenly got a few hundred dollars added to it. That's alright though, because I didn't really need to go to the parks, I am more looking forward to the "Disney experience." So what we are going to do is take advantage of the fact that we temporarily have no passes and do not have to go to the four disney parks, so we are going to downtown disney and then seaworld. So I'm really excited for that, because I'm sure I can find people in downtown disney to trade pins with, and I have only been to seaworld once, and I love it. They have a new baby orca! ^_^ So, with our mediator Will, we finally resolved the thing, and everyone is happy. It's like pulling teeth with these people...
Congres, or as Tom has dubbed it, "Con-gay" is this weekend. We are all très excited. I finished the projet, with the exception of writing a 3x5 card on how I made the projet. That shouldn't be too painful... I'm very happy with the way it has turned out. Using the tape to separate the spaces was a really good idea; it doesn't hurt my eyes to look at it anymore. So hopefully, fingers crossed, I will come home with a superior, but I am not setting my expectations too high. I will probably write up on the events of congres when I return monday night, or shortly thereafter.
I am very happy because my favorite American Idol contestant, Jon Peter Lewis, just got America's choice in the wildcard competition, and has moved on to the top 12. XD
That's about it. More to come later, if I feel like it.
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2004 10 March :: 8.28pm
:: Mood: happy
:: Music: diesel boy - drum n bass selection 2
before i can walk through the door , i hand over my ID and pray for it to be handed back , no problem , which it is . i open the door to hear the music for a second while the other five cross the barrier and the bassline hits so hard that my heart starts pounding ... later on , it's three a.m. and andy c. just dropped his first beat ... nothing too amazing , because aquasky's record is still on , but give it five minutes and you know i'll be out there giving it all i've got . soulslinger was kind of disappointing , but danny the wildchild would have been worth the five and a half hours that we drove to see him , even though we didn't get to . my sandals are shaking from the bassline , sitting on the edge of the speaker next to five empty water bottles and three empty beer bottles , and even though they have been abandoned for five hours , nobody would ever think of taking them . nothing can top ultra , but then nothing can top global gathering , but then new republic , loxy and ink , total science , technical itch , goldie , and grooverider makes me realize that nothing can top metalheadz . however ... before i'm even waiting in line , i can see that it stretches to the corner and it's only 10:30 , and that's when i know that NOTHING can top world of drum n bass . i'm not even through the door and i have three people to keep me entertained . at 10:49 when i do enter , i realize that 5 o'clock is far too early to leave , but after twisted individual , dj craze , bassline smith , friction and swift , ed rush and optical , dj ss and shy fx , planet of the drums , killa kela and mc trip , andy c. , fabio , and grooverider , i feel like my twenty dollars were well-spent . next ... afternoon , at 6 p.m. , after answering like FIFTY phone calls and handling them all in my sleep , i get ready for technical itch again , but he was somewhat disappointing . after ak1200 , my calves are so sore that i can't walk to the bathroom to drink water from the sink because i can't afford six dollars for a bottle , and my feet are so dirty that days later in the shower i'm still scrubbing them , but it's from five days of dancing , not just one , so it's no big deal . i hope everybody's spring break is as amazing as mine .
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