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2004 30 September :: 2.44pm
yeah. i feel pretty good right now.
mainly because for the first time since june, there isn't something that i have to be doing at the moment.
and if there's anything coming up, it's not a big enough deal for me to not ignore it.
i helped out with the 8th grade band today.
it was not as gratifying as i'd hoped, but like i said, i'm still feeling awesome anyway.
and i did as much as i could.
it just made me so glad that i'll be gone next year.
well, not glad that i'll be gone, so much as glad that i won't feel obligated to help next year.
and even despite today's scare, i'm still looking forward to red flannel day.
traditionally, for me, it's a day of crap and fighting with someone from drumline, but at this point i'm not gonna fight with anyone.
i'm just gonna do my own thing. if they want to fight, then fuck them.
i'm doing my own thing anyway. and not fighting with them.
but yeah, "phrase of the day":
feeling pretty good.
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2004 20 September :: 4.04pm
yeah.
i feel pretty good, all things considered.
i miss katie.
school stuff keeps me busy.
the car is still falling apart, as always.
i'm not progressing in the college search.
but by far, my biggest problem.... the one that drags me down all the time..........
there's just not enough of me to go around. there are so many different things i want to share in, and contribute to. so many people i care about.
and not enough that i can do.
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2004 14 September :: 8.04pm
:: Music: 311
OH, WHAT THE HELL????
i'm never eating peanuts again.
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2004 14 September :: 8.03pm
i just finished singing the most soulful rendition of "Mexico" in my entire life.
i still don't feel any better.
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2004 9 September :: 11.01pm
you know it totally figures.
i'm stuck with some ugly dude i've never seen before, only to discuss politics, shower, and endure a whiskey hangover!
marvy......
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2004 6 September :: 9.22pm
vegas solitaire is the most rediculous computer game i have ever wasted my time with.
on a lighter note....
i'm going to bed soon.
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2004 5 September :: 10.11pm
in other words, grab the next mother-fucking marmaduke who refuses to subdue to these pelvic ostentations. says:
i was reading something online about octane boosters for your car.
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i think i'm gonna buy like five gallons.
tuwang128@hotmail.com says:
NOS?
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but it was really interesting to read the chemistry behind it.
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it's called toluene.
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it's an aromatic hydrocarbon, not nitrous oxide.
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NOS is comprised of nitrogen atoms and oxygen atoms.
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toluene, and gasoline, are both comprised of hydrogen and carbon atoms.
tuwang128@hotmail.com says:
sheep 1
tuwang128@hotmail.com says:
sheep 2
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sheep 3
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dude
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i thought it was fucking cool.
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but then again, i liked chemistry
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i just hated my teacher.
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but the plan is, i buy five gallons of this stuff, put one gallon in my car, then fill up with premium unleaded.
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that should give me 94.5 octane.
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as opposed to 87 octane, normally.
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that's the plan.
i will let you kids know how it turns out.
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2004 5 September :: 9.12pm
you hate the way in which i drive. i'm different now, this very night. she ate her hay and did contrive my anger that will fuel this fight.
i thought of you while i drove home. you seem to not want me around. i fought myself, so all alone. i'm seething mad, but peace i've found.
tears of joy and sadness too,
are things i manage to elude.
angry tears i will not cry,
nor try to keep our love alive.
there was a time when i'd have spared you; cared to tear my hear apart, just so things might go play the part, to sooth your mood and slake my lust.
searing hot, i shoot to kill.
i will not fight against my will.
maybe someday you'll grow up.
until that day, i've had enough.
you wanted me -
to be clairvoyant, meek and dormant.
you wanted me -
to act more buoyant, weak and formal.
you wanted me -
to think alike, just as you planned.
you wanted me -
to just relax and be your man.
but no more ...
what did you say? i cannot hear.
come see the blood that fills my ears.
it smells like copper; tastes of iron.
here comes my hearse, equipped with siren.
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2004 5 September :: 8.32pm
:: Mood: good
car
well, i went to the krispy kreme g2g today.
it was sweet.
afterward we went caravan-ing through ada, to grattan raceway.
then i went to hector's to pick up the rabbit manual so i could fix my EGR idiot light.
let me tell you, once i read how to do it, i felt like an idiot.
it was so simple.
in the engine compartment, on the speedo cable, just before the firewall, there's this electronic block. and on the block is the reset button.
i can't believe i didn't guess it.
i've looked at that thing so many times and wondered what its purpose was.
so rediculous.
i guess i'll know when it lights again...... in another 15,000 miles.
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2004 1 September :: 3.17pm
:: Music: INCUBUS - when it comes
i was informed by one brittany lollo that there is some sort of band practice pre-game thing.
she asked if i knew whether it was required or not.
and i did not.
so, if anyone out there does, please let me know.
my mom said it was some sort of dinner thing.
but i've heard enough of my mom's bullshit to know that she's probably wrong.
but always with the purest of intentions, my mom.
anyway.
band! thursday! deal????
inform and enlighten!!!!
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2004 1 September :: 12.45am
BACK FROM MARYLAND.
and stuff.
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2004 27 August :: 8.07am
:: Music: Big O - "And Forever"
-Spazz's out and murders the computer.-
Bleh. So. Tired. Of. Stupid. School.
ROYALLY sucks. Well, maybe not ROYALLY.
Did you know that my school is considered a "Wealthy" school? -Laughs sarcastically.- Riiight. We're only considered that because some company feels sorry for us, so they go and buy us some new equipment. Like, so far, we have new bleachers.. We're supposed to expanding the gym [what was the point in the bleachers again?] and something about the baseball field. Oh, and a dance studio and new dressing rooms.. See a pattern? Sports are the only important thing. Maybe they were going to throw in a couple more things; can't remember.
I despise breakfast commercials. Especially when it's morning, and I'm hungry! But I can't have cereal because there's no milk! -Stabs the breakfast commercials.- Forget you! I'm having donuts anyway! -Crosses arms.- Hmph.
So, I have a Xanga. I update on there alot. Because no one ever reads this. Well.. I guess I kind of deserve it, because I never really read anyone else's journals on here either..... Ah well.
I shall post a poem, just for old times sake! [Old times? What old times?]
>_>
"Prison of a Fairytale"
There was always that bit of bliss,
The bit that kept me being swept away
But it wasn't enough to sweep me away from this
Prison of a fairytale that you keep reciting,
All of these happily-ever-afters,
These pointless promises into oblivion.
Turn away before I fall any further.
My eyes are veiled from these recurring moments,
These expectations of your prescence,
This pain from years past keep making this crack
In my heart only larger and worse.
If only it were possible to die of a broken heart
And promises never kept, then this bitter longing
Would finally subside.
I still love everyone, even if I don't post so much anymore ^^;.
But I still hate those stupid breakfast commercials.
-Ash
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2004 26 August :: 10.19pm
EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY!!
SHOWING, at the courtland township hall on 14 mile;
saturday, september 4, 2004:
AMBIENT CIRCUMSTANCES - a third tale of crabmeat
starring:
- ryan gravelle (brofo gabbins)
- derek waldron (daron biggs)
- joshua garnsey (master jg systems)
- tony putt (colt)
SHOWTIMES:
3:30 - 5:30
6:00 - 8:00
8:30 - 10:30
*DVDs will be sold at the premier.
Seats are limited.
concessions available.
remember to wear underpants.
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2004 23 August :: 12.05am
:: Music: alice in chains
i'm not ready for this college search bullshit.
but i'm alive.
and that's enough,
for now.
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2004 15 August :: 10.44pm
yeah. that wedding was pretty sweet.
made me think of jessa and katie.
which made me simultaneously warm, fuzzy, and sad.
which made for a pretty lame ass reception.
but they had good meatballs.
went on the boat today. that was sweet.
and played dog cock kick ball with gunnie and the clan.
that was kick ass.
yep.
i had better get something done this week.
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