I spent all last night with the one person that seems the farthest away. And everything is so perfect now. I was paranoid, things are never as bad as I thought they were. She cares, she really does... and right now... I don't need anything else. It has amde today one of those great days. Where you feel like you can scream things to the world on some sort of mountain. Where the best feeling thing is to listen to Simon and Garfunkle and just think about her. which brings me to my next point, Mrs. Robinson is a paeice of literary HISTORY.
Just getting lost in the thought of her voice, and talking about pointless things like how big my words are. I guess i don't think enough about how much she means to me, and happy she truly makes me. I dremt about her, right after I left her. I don't remember what happened or where, but we were together, and everything was happy. Then i went to swim and heard Mrs. Robinson on the radio. That song is never cooler than when you are screaming it at the top of you're lungs and grooving in the back seat of a Malibu with Ryan and Quinton.
I wish Mike were back, and that she could get here sooner. Everything would be so perfect. And it's the only thing that could make today any better. For now, I'm content. No, I'm more than content. I'm not settling for saying I'm just content anymore. I'm OVERJOYED. And I can only thank her. I got to hang out with my brother Scott all day today. And I've reaized I'm no longer his dorky brother who's 10 years younger than he is. I'm his friend who he calls to kill Koreans on his new game. He hold respect for me and that kicks.
And above all. My new jacket KICKS! pure and simple. there isn't really anything lef to say here I guess. So now you guys can talk about it. And to the one who made my day...
remember me.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Friday, December 24, 2004
Thinking of you.. errrrr.... her
I’ll wait til the clock strikes a nerve to spend some time with you
I can’t stand to depend on the shadow I cast alone when we should
For the sake of making a statement
Let’s make our presence known
Let’s show them what were made of
We'll show up in our outfits we planned ahead
To meet the qualifications for a special occasion
Today is your day today is our day
Making up for lost time
Making a scene oh yeah
You’ve made a lasting impression
And if it doesn’t feel right
Then I just can’t go wrong
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on
So if I wake in the night
Your picture is clearly in sight
So let’s meet at the mouth for a kiss
That’s been so long overdue
No thanks to the two thousands of miles
And the touring we always do
(It makes me miss you more)
You’ve made a lasting impression
And if it doesn’t feel right
Then I just can’t go wrong
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on
So if I wake in the night
Your picture is clearly in sight
I could explode
Cuz you just never, you never know
It would suit the moment perfectly
You’ve made a lasting impression
And if it doesn’t feel right
Then I just can’t go wrong
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on
So if I wake in the night
You’ve made a lasting impression
And if it doesn’t feel right
Then I just can’t go wrong
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on
So if I wake in the night
Your picture is clearly in sight
I can’t stand to depend on the shadow I cast alone when we should
For the sake of making a statement
Let’s make our presence known
Let’s show them what were made of
We'll show up in our outfits we planned ahead
To meet the qualifications for a special occasion
Today is your day today is our day
Making up for lost time
Making a scene oh yeah
You’ve made a lasting impression
And if it doesn’t feel right
Then I just can’t go wrong
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on
So if I wake in the night
Your picture is clearly in sight
So let’s meet at the mouth for a kiss
That’s been so long overdue
No thanks to the two thousands of miles
And the touring we always do
(It makes me miss you more)
You’ve made a lasting impression
And if it doesn’t feel right
Then I just can’t go wrong
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on
So if I wake in the night
Your picture is clearly in sight
I could explode
Cuz you just never, you never know
It would suit the moment perfectly
You’ve made a lasting impression
And if it doesn’t feel right
Then I just can’t go wrong
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on
So if I wake in the night
You’ve made a lasting impression
And if it doesn’t feel right
Then I just can’t go wrong
I’ve been sleeping with the lights on
So if I wake in the night
Your picture is clearly in sight
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Confusion
I'm kind of torn right nw, I am exstatic that it's christmas... But i for some reason don't want to be home. I get the feeling this is one of thise breaks where is it at home and play nintendo with my brother because no one calls me... Not that i don't love my brother or anything... but i still wish i could go to school where i KNOW i can hang out with friends... I think i'm losing my mind.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
One of those days
I have had a great day today, Everyone i saw was smiling, nd even if they were faking it i don't care. This is why i love the holidays so much, no one is worried about the drama and the stupid feeling that they have to feel sad in order to feel anything. The spirit of christmas is one of joy and that is why everyone loves christmas.
I love days when the world is joyful and everyone is ok with things. Even if your not having a great time that doesn't mean that you aren't supposed to. I beleive that people are here so that that they can be happy. NOT so that things can be good sometimes. We aren't looking for good things in a sea of sorrow. It is an experience of pain that leads to more joy than we had before. No matter how bad things are, if you can read this, you have access to a computer and the internet, that makes you luckier than %95 of the word.
I don't want to use the term that things can get worse, and I don't have to because we all know they can. Everyone on this blog i have seen laugh, and i mean truly laugh. I don't care what any of you will try to feed people about how you fake being happy and all of that. You can't elp but admit that when you see someone you like smile at you, or a friend acheive greatness that you didn't experience SOME joy, and if you are then you need to find someone that makes you joyfull if you can't be satisfied with yourself. Thigs are good, for ALL of us, and no one can convince me different. My friend helped get out of a slump and it made me so much better. life is only crap if you let yourself beleive it.
Remember. 'Tis the season to be jolly. And santa doesn't only watch in december so that means it's ALWAYS the season to be jolly. And when worse comes to worse... just remember why others are happy and mooch off it... take sants for instance, his life sucks, he lifes in the middle of an icy desert with a bunch of midgets and livestock. But he finds things that make him happy, like the fact that he knows which little irls are naughty... i mean naughty or nice.
everyone...
*HAPPY HOLIDAYS!*
I love days when the world is joyful and everyone is ok with things. Even if your not having a great time that doesn't mean that you aren't supposed to. I beleive that people are here so that that they can be happy. NOT so that things can be good sometimes. We aren't looking for good things in a sea of sorrow. It is an experience of pain that leads to more joy than we had before. No matter how bad things are, if you can read this, you have access to a computer and the internet, that makes you luckier than %95 of the word.
I don't want to use the term that things can get worse, and I don't have to because we all know they can. Everyone on this blog i have seen laugh, and i mean truly laugh. I don't care what any of you will try to feed people about how you fake being happy and all of that. You can't elp but admit that when you see someone you like smile at you, or a friend acheive greatness that you didn't experience SOME joy, and if you are then you need to find someone that makes you joyfull if you can't be satisfied with yourself. Thigs are good, for ALL of us, and no one can convince me different. My friend helped get out of a slump and it made me so much better. life is only crap if you let yourself beleive it.
Remember. 'Tis the season to be jolly. And santa doesn't only watch in december so that means it's ALWAYS the season to be jolly. And when worse comes to worse... just remember why others are happy and mooch off it... take sants for instance, his life sucks, he lifes in the middle of an icy desert with a bunch of midgets and livestock. But he finds things that make him happy, like the fact that he knows which little irls are naughty... i mean naughty or nice.
everyone...
*HAPPY HOLIDAYS!*
Another year down.
So this is the new year.
And i don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance.
So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For selfl assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions
So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one
I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that can hold us back
So this is the new year?
And i don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance.
So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For selfl assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions
So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one
I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that can hold us back
So this is the new year?
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Well...sad news....Asay will probably kill me...oh well...*sigh* It must be done.
Since I have been so persecuted for my lyric posting and..well...being MYSELF, The Short One is moving. Its kind of like the Mormon pioneers. I'm going somewhere that I can be free! So, Shamae and I created a Blog of Spacials! Whoo hoo!! So, maybe I'll return here once in a while, and make some guest appearances, but for now...my major posting action will be here:
http://www.spacialunited.blogspot.com/
http://www.spacialunited.blogspot.com/
Saturday, December 18, 2004
And now for the amazing part...
So, both of these songs apply to my life RIGHT NOW. So, here you go. Me and my amazingly drugged brain came up with THIS: The combination title. Are you ready for this? "Wake me up when my December ends."
Shut up...I thought it was cool.
Okay...that is the LAST time I blog when I am on serious meds.
Shut up...I thought it was cool.
Okay...that is the LAST time I blog when I am on serious meds.
Change all the "Septembers" to "Decembers" cuz this song applies to me right now.
Wake Me Up When September Ends
by Green Day
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when september ends
Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when september ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when september ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when september ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when september ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when september ends
Wake me up when september ends
Wake me up when september ends...
by Green Day
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when september ends
Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when september ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when september ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when september ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when september ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when september ends
Wake me up when september ends
Wake me up when september ends...
This blog is for Shamae..because she was bored and needed something to read...and because this is one of my new favorite songs.
My December by Linkin Park
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you
Feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the
Things I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
This is my December
These are my snow-covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the things
I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have
Somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to...
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you
Feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the
Things I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
This is my December
These are my snow-covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all
The things I said
To make you feel like that
And I
Just wish that
I didn't feel
Like there was
Something I missed
And I
Take back all the things
I said to you
And I give it all away
Just to have
Somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to
This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to...
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
This is my favorite Story of the Year song...so...I was OBLIGATED to post it...*ehem*...
I promise I will post something that requires a little bit of intelligence tomorrow...but for now...
Until the Day I Die by Story of the Year
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you,
for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die to
I'd die too
You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was (I was)
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does
We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Should I bite my tongue?
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
But still we'll say,
"remember when"
Just like we always do
Just like we always do
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Yeah I'd spill my heart!!!
Yeah I'd spill my heart for you!!!
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Mistakes like friends do
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Made the same mistakes
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you,
for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you,
for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
Until the day I die!!!
Until the Day I Die by Story of the Year
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you,
for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die to
I'd die too
You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was (I was)
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does
We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Should I bite my tongue?
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
But still we'll say,
"remember when"
Just like we always do
Just like we always do
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Yeah I'd spill my heart!!!
Yeah I'd spill my heart for you!!!
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Mistakes like friends do
My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Made the same mistakes
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you,
for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you,
for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
Until the day I die!!!
I have joined the ranks of blogging mad women...
Sorry, my friend let me borrow his Story of the Year c.d.
In The Shadows by...*sigh* Story of the Year
We both take the hardest punches
And collect black eyes just to prove it
Still we pass by just like strangers
And we speak just like the closest enemies
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can fall into the night unscarred
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can never let it go this far
Somehow my words are rendered useless
Still I pull my lip down to my chest
Just to show you how my jaw is
Tired from waiting to say the things that you should hear (you should hear)
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can fall into the night unscarred
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can never let it go this far
Afterall we're still the same
These empty promises seem to never change
there's a smile on my face and it's 2:55 AM
and this cramp in my wrist puts me back to sleep till it all comes around again
WITH A CLOSED FIST!
WITH A CLOSED FIST!
WITH A CLOSED FIST!
WITH A CLOSED FIST!
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can fall into the night unscarred
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can never let it go this far
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can fall into the night unscarred
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can never let it go this far...
In The Shadows by...*sigh* Story of the Year
We both take the hardest punches
And collect black eyes just to prove it
Still we pass by just like strangers
And we speak just like the closest enemies
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can fall into the night unscarred
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can never let it go this far
Somehow my words are rendered useless
Still I pull my lip down to my chest
Just to show you how my jaw is
Tired from waiting to say the things that you should hear (you should hear)
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can fall into the night unscarred
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can never let it go this far
Afterall we're still the same
These empty promises seem to never change
there's a smile on my face and it's 2:55 AM
and this cramp in my wrist puts me back to sleep till it all comes around again
WITH A CLOSED FIST!
WITH A CLOSED FIST!
WITH A CLOSED FIST!
WITH A CLOSED FIST!
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can fall into the night unscarred
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can never let it go this far
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can fall into the night unscarred
Woah,
in the shadows of our life
We can never let it go this far...
Okay, fine...last one I PROMISE!!! (for today at least..)
In Her Bedroom by Story of the Year
We both want the world
But we both know that this gets old
If I could open up my chest then maybe
I could find a way to give you
Just a little piece of my heart
Sometimes I would rather cut your lips
Right off your face than kiss them goodnight
But then,
sometimes
You can make a room feel perfect when you try
Because a mouth full of lies will leave a sour taste
That cuts just like a knife as it slides down your throat
Yeah you would give up the world and fall to your knees to show me that you care
We could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be
Knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know
Yeah,
here we go
If I could find your eyes from across the room we have to try
Not to throw away this happiness
If the air explodes between us then this is more than just a feeling
Today I woke up missing you another day goes by alone
We could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be
Knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know
Yeah,
here we go
Not every movie has a happy ending
But frame by frame I learn to love you
When I see flowers bloom in your footsteps
I learn to love you
I learn to love you
Frame by frame
Here we go
In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be,
yeah
Knowing that someday in her bedroom she will
In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be
Yeah,
here we go
We both want the world
But we both know that this gets old
If I could open up my chest then maybe
I could find a way to give you
Just a little piece of my heart
Sometimes I would rather cut your lips
Right off your face than kiss them goodnight
But then,
sometimes
You can make a room feel perfect when you try
Because a mouth full of lies will leave a sour taste
That cuts just like a knife as it slides down your throat
Yeah you would give up the world and fall to your knees to show me that you care
We could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be
Knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know
Yeah,
here we go
If I could find your eyes from across the room we have to try
Not to throw away this happiness
If the air explodes between us then this is more than just a feeling
Today I woke up missing you another day goes by alone
We could believe in windows but behind the broken glass are fairy tales
In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be
Knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know
Yeah,
here we go
Not every movie has a happy ending
But frame by frame I learn to love you
When I see flowers bloom in your footsteps
I learn to love you
I learn to love you
Frame by frame
Here we go
In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be,
yeah
Knowing that someday in her bedroom she will
In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be
Yeah,
here we go
Yet...another song of the day.
Whoah...so I just realized something. I have a love affair with music. An obsession even. I devour each new set of lyrics and chords, the notes are absorbed by my brain. I'm addicted to it. I can't live without it.
So...this is yet ANOTHER song of the day. *sigh*....sooooooo good...
Said and Done by Eighteen Visions
close the book and turn the page.
exit players from the stage.
count the moons and stars but please stop fighting wars with me.
after all is said and done you still try.
after all is said and done you're not mine.
turn your back on all hope.
this sheep has shed his winter coat.
you send your notes and ranting.
this pigeon has hard times landing.
after all is said and done you still try.
after all is said and done you're not mine.
So...this is yet ANOTHER song of the day. *sigh*....sooooooo good...
Said and Done by Eighteen Visions
close the book and turn the page.
exit players from the stage.
count the moons and stars but please stop fighting wars with me.
after all is said and done you still try.
after all is said and done you're not mine.
turn your back on all hope.
this sheep has shed his winter coat.
you send your notes and ranting.
this pigeon has hard times landing.
after all is said and done you still try.
after all is said and done you're not mine.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
I'm addicted to this song...of course I have yet to actually hear it performed...yet it still means a lot to me...
Last Goodbye by The Hurt Process
So this is it, so this is it. This is our last goodbye,
I had visions of us torn apart while we sat to cry.
But it's ripped from view, just as we have been.
Dismembered, Oh to see you,
Gather all your thoughts
Decide what you want,
Have you ever wondered?
What once went wrong?
Gather all your thoughts and decide,
Have you ever wondered?
What... went wrong?
So, my dear I'm sorry,
But I’m leaving you pictures,
And the moments that we shared, our lives
It’s pressing. Wish I could keep death waiting,
As I hope to hold you tight
Gather all your thoughts
Decide what you want,
Have you ever wondered?
What once went wrong?
Gather all your thoughts and decide,
Have you ever wondered?
What... went wrong?
I wish... I could keep death waiting I wish... Don't tear us apart...
Gather all your thoughts
Decide what you want,
Have you ever wondered?
What once went wrong?
Gather all your thoughts and decide,
Have you ever wondered?
What... went wrong?...
So this is it, so this is it. This is our last goodbye,
I had visions of us torn apart while we sat to cry.
But it's ripped from view, just as we have been.
Dismembered, Oh to see you,
Gather all your thoughts
Decide what you want,
Have you ever wondered?
What once went wrong?
Gather all your thoughts and decide,
Have you ever wondered?
What... went wrong?
So, my dear I'm sorry,
But I’m leaving you pictures,
And the moments that we shared, our lives
It’s pressing. Wish I could keep death waiting,
As I hope to hold you tight
Gather all your thoughts
Decide what you want,
Have you ever wondered?
What once went wrong?
Gather all your thoughts and decide,
Have you ever wondered?
What... went wrong?
I wish... I could keep death waiting I wish... Don't tear us apart...
Gather all your thoughts
Decide what you want,
Have you ever wondered?
What once went wrong?
Gather all your thoughts and decide,
Have you ever wondered?
What... went wrong?...
Monday, December 13, 2004
In honor of Shamae...
Back Home by Yellowcard
Don't know what I was looking for when I went home, I found me alone
And sometimes I need someone to say, "You'll be all right. What's on your mind?"
But the water's shallow here and I am full of fear, and empty handed after two long years
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance to feel it
Back home I always thought I wanted so much more, now I'm not too sure
Cause sometimes I miss knowing someone's there for me and feeling free
Free to stand beside the ocean in moonlight
And light myself a smoke beneath the dark Atlantic sky
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it
Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line
Tearing lives apart and breaking lots of hearts just to pass the time
And the eyes get red in the back of your head, this place will make you blind
Put it all behind me and I'll be just fine
Another sunny day beneath this cloudless sky
Sometimes I wish that it would rain here
And wash away the west coast dreaming from my eyes
There's nothing real for them to see here
Another starry night in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it...
Don't know what I was looking for when I went home, I found me alone
And sometimes I need someone to say, "You'll be all right. What's on your mind?"
But the water's shallow here and I am full of fear, and empty handed after two long years
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance to feel it
Back home I always thought I wanted so much more, now I'm not too sure
Cause sometimes I miss knowing someone's there for me and feeling free
Free to stand beside the ocean in moonlight
And light myself a smoke beneath the dark Atlantic sky
Another sunny day in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it
Everybody here is living life in fear of falling out of line
Tearing lives apart and breaking lots of hearts just to pass the time
And the eyes get red in the back of your head, this place will make you blind
Put it all behind me and I'll be just fine
Another sunny day beneath this cloudless sky
Sometimes I wish that it would rain here
And wash away the west coast dreaming from my eyes
There's nothing real for them to see here
Another starry night in Californ-i-a
I'm sure back home they'd love to see it
But they don't know that what you love is ripped away
Before you get a chance, before you get a chance to feel it...
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Is she the girl all the bad boys want? If so...then it IS me...
You're used to people telling you that you're cute because you simply are!
Your love for beauty and all things social makes you a positive force amongst any group of people.
Although you may seem delicate and fanciful on the outside, you're a lot stronger than people
think you are. Purity, inner strength, and a sense of aesthetics is what makes you Xianghua.
Which Soul Calibur character are you?
this quiz was made by david park
I hate the stupid game anyway.
OK...Voldo's just retarded, but he also happens to be the funniest damn video game character EVER!
Your unconventional humor and love for the retarded makes you the perfect Voldo.
Unexplained behavior, interesting clothing, and a wicked sense of humor is what makes you the life
of any party! In the game, Voldo happens to be blind, deaf, and mute. Through your eagerness to
make people laugh, you may hurt people a long the way due to lack of senses. Be careful not to
bash on other wierdos, and you'll be everybody's favorite character.
Which Soul Calibur character are you?
this quiz was made by david park
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Mia? Hmmm...maybe if I actually see Pulp Fiction it would make more sense...
 You're known for starting trouble. But you play it cool. Besides, no one can resist your sharp eyes and quick wit. *They* eat from the palm of your hand. Though you have weaknesses, which may have deadly consequences, you, are resurrected, as if the gods themselves breathed immortality into you. Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz. |
HOORAH!!!!!!
Sousa made like... My week, I took the test that he linked to on his blog, and it made me so joyous. So I must spread this joy to others. Try the test, I'm lance (That's right... LANCE!)
 Your inner child screams for cartoons and sugary cereals, but your adult tastes love the buzz of quality mind altering substances. Sooner or later, you're going to have to grow up, at least a bit. Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz. |
Sunday, November 28, 2004
The Ghost of a Good Thing by Dashboard Confessional
I guess it’s luck, but it’s the same
Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame
Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said
“Love is like a role that we play.”
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say
But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts
I guess it’s luck, but it’s the same
Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame
Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said
“Love is like a role that we play.”
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say
But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts
Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren’t meant for this
No, they weren’t meant for this
Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren’t meant for this
Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away, away, away, away from you again
Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts...
Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame
Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said
“Love is like a role that we play.”
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say
But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts
I guess it’s luck, but it’s the same
Hard luck, you’ve been trying to tame
Maybe it’s love, but it’s like you said
“Love is like a role that we play.”
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say
But, you’re chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts
Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren’t meant for this
No, they weren’t meant for this
Just bend the pieces ‘till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren’t meant for this
Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away, away, away, away from you again
Chasin’ the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It’s getting away from you again
While you’re chasin’ ghosts...
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Song of the Day:
Scars
by Papa Roach
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel...
I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed 'cause you came around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cause I channeled all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is...
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature
Tonight is our last stand
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shoulda' never come around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel...
by Papa Roach
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel...
I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed 'cause you came around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cause I channeled all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is...
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That you're drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassion's in my nature
Tonight is our last stand
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shoulda' never come around
Why don't you just go home?
'Cause you're drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
Go fix yourself
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
And my weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel...
Saturday, November 13, 2004
I hurt myself today...
No, I'm not going to write a song. I actually hurt myself, bad. We had a big championship meet, and all of my friends were there from other teams. I did something wrong, and the next thing I know I couldn't move my left arm and seering pain burned through me. It wasn't supposed to happen this way.
Because of this accident I'm not the fastest backstroker in the region anymore. I feel like I'm starting over, as the slow swimmer who people clap for coming in because he's so far behind everyone else.
I lost my event, my title, my time, but most importantly... my pride. People gave me crap about being the skinny kid or whatever, but it doesn't change the fact that people would come up against me and lose. I couldn't do a whole lot of things better than anyone else, but this was my niche, my sport, my PASSION. I left everything in the water and I got everything back.
But it's different now.
I don't know where I am supposed to be. If I'm not a swimmer then I suppose I'm an actor, but I was ALWAYS the athlete of the drama department, it's all that sets me apart from anyone else. And when it comes to acting... I was never great. Never got the leads in any plays, never got on any of the competing teams I wanted. I was always walking in someones shadow, But in the water I shone.
But I've lost it. I can't swim backstroke anymore, and I'm beginning to think it's all I could do. I have to go see doctors which means more "tilt tests" and monitors. I hate hospitals, it reminds me of my accident when I was little, when I was told that I couldn't walk for at least a year. Do you have any idea how hard it is to learn how to walk that late in life. And because of the accident I couldn't do land sports... But now I can't swim either.
Theres nothing left.
It's not fair that I put forth all of that effort to be as good as I was, just to have it stripped from me with 1 false stroke.
I was the best, untouchable. But now I'm at the bottom of the ladder again. I don't want to be slow, I don't want to fall behind and work my way up. Is any of it worth it? Suppose I work my way back up and become the best again, Who's to say I don't hurt myself again and lose it all.
I had a future. Colleges. Scholarships. Championships. there was no telling how far I could have gone. I was finally good at something. But Like I said. It's different now.
I don't know where I belong.
Because of this accident I'm not the fastest backstroker in the region anymore. I feel like I'm starting over, as the slow swimmer who people clap for coming in because he's so far behind everyone else.
I lost my event, my title, my time, but most importantly... my pride. People gave me crap about being the skinny kid or whatever, but it doesn't change the fact that people would come up against me and lose. I couldn't do a whole lot of things better than anyone else, but this was my niche, my sport, my PASSION. I left everything in the water and I got everything back.
But it's different now.
I don't know where I am supposed to be. If I'm not a swimmer then I suppose I'm an actor, but I was ALWAYS the athlete of the drama department, it's all that sets me apart from anyone else. And when it comes to acting... I was never great. Never got the leads in any plays, never got on any of the competing teams I wanted. I was always walking in someones shadow, But in the water I shone.
But I've lost it. I can't swim backstroke anymore, and I'm beginning to think it's all I could do. I have to go see doctors which means more "tilt tests" and monitors. I hate hospitals, it reminds me of my accident when I was little, when I was told that I couldn't walk for at least a year. Do you have any idea how hard it is to learn how to walk that late in life. And because of the accident I couldn't do land sports... But now I can't swim either.
Theres nothing left.
It's not fair that I put forth all of that effort to be as good as I was, just to have it stripped from me with 1 false stroke.
I was the best, untouchable. But now I'm at the bottom of the ladder again. I don't want to be slow, I don't want to fall behind and work my way up. Is any of it worth it? Suppose I work my way back up and become the best again, Who's to say I don't hurt myself again and lose it all.
I had a future. Colleges. Scholarships. Championships. there was no telling how far I could have gone. I was finally good at something. But Like I said. It's different now.
I don't know where I belong.
Friday, November 12, 2004
Doug
Now...its just not possible to mention one brother without mentioning the other, in my case. I can't talk about how one is my hero and leave the other one out. That just doesn't happen. Because, I love my other brother just as much and regard him as a hero too.
Doug is eight years older than me. That is quite a gap, but he has never looked down on me for it. It did interfer with our relationship in the earlier years, because he didn't want to play with his extremely immature sister. We were much too different and there was just this enormous breach between us.
But as years went on, we slowly overcame this obstacle. He has been such a good friend to me. He and I think way to much alike sometimes. We get these devilish ideas or plots and because both of us are so mischevious, they get carried out with swift accuracy. We are always insane when we are put in the same room as each other. We just can't hold back the wild chilren inside of us. We make up words and languages named "Jenesshish" and "Douglashish" and such. We screw up our sentences beyond any semblance of recognition, yet somehow the other understood perfectly and are even able to respond. And the responses sometimes don't make sense either, but we know what we're talking about, and that's all that matters.
Both of us have loved to read since we were very young. We both had vocabularies of around 70-80 words at the age of a few months. He has always been the one that I could go to and ask for an opinion on a certain book, if it was worth my time or not. He has introduced me to some of the most fantastic worlds through our reading. Yes, I have been a little more adventurous in my exploring, and have ventured places that he scoffs at, but he still respects my well-roundedness because of it.
Also, he has always included me in his adventures into composing music. He is always eager to show me what he has written since the last time I saw him, even if he had only written a measure or two. He wants my opinion and feels if I disapprove, its just not good enough, and he will rewrite it. He even once said to me "I won't marry any girl you don't approve of." I laughed at him, but he was completely serious! He really valued my opinion and was willing to sacrifice so much because of it.
He also gave me my love of the cinema. Devin gave me my love of making movies, but Doug gave me my love of just sitting down and enjoying a well-made movie. We have been "movie-buddies" for as long as I can remember. We get excited over the thrill and anticipation of seeing a movie first, before anyone else. We download countdowns on the computer, we put up posters all over the house, and we quote trailers line for line, until we finally see that movie. Then, we quote the entire movie, line for line, until our family and friends are so sick of us not making any sense, that they shun us.
Doug has been such a sturdy person in my life. He is a bit obsessive-compulsive when it comes to cleaning his room (he alphabetizes his c.d.'s...and he has over 100!!!), and he may become a bit stressed and not too fun to be around when he is going to school, but he is so stable. I can depend on him for almost anything. I say almost anything because he IS married now and he has other priorities...but that means so much to me. I despise being abandoned and feeling like I am unimportant. He tries his best to make me feel needed, and when I am with him, I feel like nothing can go wrong!
Doug is also like a father to me. He holds my hand in a huge crowd so I won't get lost. He makes sure my dates treat me right or he threatens to beat the crap out of them. He makes sure I am feeling alright, and he takes time whenever possible to touch bases with me and get a Jenesse-update.
Devin may be my knight in shining armor, but Doug is the trusty side-kick who is always there to pull us BOTH out of a jam. He is my strength, my partner in crime, and the person who I can share my love of learning with.
Doug is a hero in my life...
Doug is eight years older than me. That is quite a gap, but he has never looked down on me for it. It did interfer with our relationship in the earlier years, because he didn't want to play with his extremely immature sister. We were much too different and there was just this enormous breach between us.
But as years went on, we slowly overcame this obstacle. He has been such a good friend to me. He and I think way to much alike sometimes. We get these devilish ideas or plots and because both of us are so mischevious, they get carried out with swift accuracy. We are always insane when we are put in the same room as each other. We just can't hold back the wild chilren inside of us. We make up words and languages named "Jenesshish" and "Douglashish" and such. We screw up our sentences beyond any semblance of recognition, yet somehow the other understood perfectly and are even able to respond. And the responses sometimes don't make sense either, but we know what we're talking about, and that's all that matters.
Both of us have loved to read since we were very young. We both had vocabularies of around 70-80 words at the age of a few months. He has always been the one that I could go to and ask for an opinion on a certain book, if it was worth my time or not. He has introduced me to some of the most fantastic worlds through our reading. Yes, I have been a little more adventurous in my exploring, and have ventured places that he scoffs at, but he still respects my well-roundedness because of it.
Also, he has always included me in his adventures into composing music. He is always eager to show me what he has written since the last time I saw him, even if he had only written a measure or two. He wants my opinion and feels if I disapprove, its just not good enough, and he will rewrite it. He even once said to me "I won't marry any girl you don't approve of." I laughed at him, but he was completely serious! He really valued my opinion and was willing to sacrifice so much because of it.
He also gave me my love of the cinema. Devin gave me my love of making movies, but Doug gave me my love of just sitting down and enjoying a well-made movie. We have been "movie-buddies" for as long as I can remember. We get excited over the thrill and anticipation of seeing a movie first, before anyone else. We download countdowns on the computer, we put up posters all over the house, and we quote trailers line for line, until we finally see that movie. Then, we quote the entire movie, line for line, until our family and friends are so sick of us not making any sense, that they shun us.
Doug has been such a sturdy person in my life. He is a bit obsessive-compulsive when it comes to cleaning his room (he alphabetizes his c.d.'s...and he has over 100!!!), and he may become a bit stressed and not too fun to be around when he is going to school, but he is so stable. I can depend on him for almost anything. I say almost anything because he IS married now and he has other priorities...but that means so much to me. I despise being abandoned and feeling like I am unimportant. He tries his best to make me feel needed, and when I am with him, I feel like nothing can go wrong!
Doug is also like a father to me. He holds my hand in a huge crowd so I won't get lost. He makes sure my dates treat me right or he threatens to beat the crap out of them. He makes sure I am feeling alright, and he takes time whenever possible to touch bases with me and get a Jenesse-update.
Devin may be my knight in shining armor, but Doug is the trusty side-kick who is always there to pull us BOTH out of a jam. He is my strength, my partner in crime, and the person who I can share my love of learning with.
Doug is a hero in my life...
Devin
I wanted to enter this writing contest that a local newspaper was having. The theme was "A hero in my life..." But, due to unfortunate events of late, I haven't had anytime to write anything...and the submissions are due...well...in about 8 hours. And I don't work all that well under pressure. I would much rather write something that I don't care if its good or not, just something from the heart. So, here I am at the blog, writing about a hero in my life.
Since the day I was born, I have looked up to my brother Devin. And no...its not just the fact that he has always been taller than me....I mean, I have regarded him as my perfect example. Someone to look at when I am at a loss as what to do in sticky situations, to emulate what they would do. He has always been the one that I go crying to when things just aren't going my way. But the amazing thing is that he always made it better. I don't know how, and I don't remember most of what he said, but I always left him feeling like I was the most precious and amazing thing in the world. So, nothing else mattered. And nothing was really as bad as it had seemed.
Now, don't get me wrong, we didn't always get along. We had our tiffs like all brothers and sisters do, but they never lasted long. I think the longest I was ever mad at him was 20 minutes. He may have been mad at me a little longer than that, but it wasn't by much. And if an outsider had looked at my brother, they would have thought "Why on earth does this little impressionable girl use this rebellious punk as a role model?"
I think it was the very fact that he wasn't perfect, and made some huge mistakes, that made me admire him so much. It was the fact that he overcame these gigantic obstacles and pushed himself to redemption that I looked up to him so much. He has truly been through some of the biggest challenges that we, as humans, can face. And he is so strong because of it. I love that about him. His inner strength. He is incredibly strong and he let's me borrow some of his strength when I am in need.
Also, he may seem large and intimidating, but he is one of the most caring, lovable, and empathetic people I know. He loves to give hugs. And I know that he really loves me, because sometimes he just can't let go. He doesn't want to leave my side. He wants to be there every step of the way. He wants to see me grow and learn. He is more like my dad than my dad is! He understands everything. Even things that guys shouldn't be able to understand. (I don't know how he does....but I'm pretty sure I don't want to know. And I'm sure not going to ask him!) When I am hurting, he hurts too. We are so close and understand each other so well, that sometimes we don't even need to speak to know what the other person is feeling or trying to say.
Another thing that I love about him is the fact that he can turn anything into a joke. You could have singed your eyebrows off and looked like a baboon, but he would somehow make you laugh about it. And suddenly, the world is a much brighter place. When Devin walks into a room, you can't miss it. Whether it is his girly scream, or his prancing/skipping gait, or his contagious laughter, you will definately know that the fun has arrived.
But he isn't all just fun and games. He has one of the most serious sides of anyone I know or have ever met. He can be very sobering. He will be talking about the gospel or life's trials or even a really bad haircut he just got, and he gets this regal/wise voice. Its almost like a mage is speaking through him, and if you ask him to tell you the secrets to the whole universe, he can and will.
There are many multi-faceted sides that I could tell you about my brother, but frankly, there is no way I could help you understand him. You would just have to meet him to know. But I can tell you this. He is my hero, my knight in shining armor, my lighthouse in the storm, but most importantly...he is my best friend and brother.
Devin is a hero in my life...
Since the day I was born, I have looked up to my brother Devin. And no...its not just the fact that he has always been taller than me....I mean, I have regarded him as my perfect example. Someone to look at when I am at a loss as what to do in sticky situations, to emulate what they would do. He has always been the one that I go crying to when things just aren't going my way. But the amazing thing is that he always made it better. I don't know how, and I don't remember most of what he said, but I always left him feeling like I was the most precious and amazing thing in the world. So, nothing else mattered. And nothing was really as bad as it had seemed.
Now, don't get me wrong, we didn't always get along. We had our tiffs like all brothers and sisters do, but they never lasted long. I think the longest I was ever mad at him was 20 minutes. He may have been mad at me a little longer than that, but it wasn't by much. And if an outsider had looked at my brother, they would have thought "Why on earth does this little impressionable girl use this rebellious punk as a role model?"
I think it was the very fact that he wasn't perfect, and made some huge mistakes, that made me admire him so much. It was the fact that he overcame these gigantic obstacles and pushed himself to redemption that I looked up to him so much. He has truly been through some of the biggest challenges that we, as humans, can face. And he is so strong because of it. I love that about him. His inner strength. He is incredibly strong and he let's me borrow some of his strength when I am in need.
Also, he may seem large and intimidating, but he is one of the most caring, lovable, and empathetic people I know. He loves to give hugs. And I know that he really loves me, because sometimes he just can't let go. He doesn't want to leave my side. He wants to be there every step of the way. He wants to see me grow and learn. He is more like my dad than my dad is! He understands everything. Even things that guys shouldn't be able to understand. (I don't know how he does....but I'm pretty sure I don't want to know. And I'm sure not going to ask him!) When I am hurting, he hurts too. We are so close and understand each other so well, that sometimes we don't even need to speak to know what the other person is feeling or trying to say.
Another thing that I love about him is the fact that he can turn anything into a joke. You could have singed your eyebrows off and looked like a baboon, but he would somehow make you laugh about it. And suddenly, the world is a much brighter place. When Devin walks into a room, you can't miss it. Whether it is his girly scream, or his prancing/skipping gait, or his contagious laughter, you will definately know that the fun has arrived.
But he isn't all just fun and games. He has one of the most serious sides of anyone I know or have ever met. He can be very sobering. He will be talking about the gospel or life's trials or even a really bad haircut he just got, and he gets this regal/wise voice. Its almost like a mage is speaking through him, and if you ask him to tell you the secrets to the whole universe, he can and will.
There are many multi-faceted sides that I could tell you about my brother, but frankly, there is no way I could help you understand him. You would just have to meet him to know. But I can tell you this. He is my hero, my knight in shining armor, my lighthouse in the storm, but most importantly...he is my best friend and brother.
Devin is a hero in my life...
Thursday, November 11, 2004
~Rain~
There is nothing in the world more therapeutic than the rain. Absolutely nothing. It is so cleansing and refreshing. When you stand out in the rain, its almost like you are being reborn in a way. It is a time when you can forget everything else in the world, all your sorrows and hardships, and can just....exist in the moment. For a time, nothing else matters. You are one with the water droplets and wind and clouds. The trickling and splattering of the rain on the sidewalks and grass diverts your attention away from the lingering, troubled thoughts. You can allow yourself to be entranced by the soothing sound and let all the tension from your muscles flow out of your fingertips. When you are finally to a stage of complete relaxation, you can let your imagination take over and be anyone or anywhere. You can be in a state of perfection.
Anything can happen in this other world. People you love that are gone can return again. People that you have always wanted to be friends with but have never gotten up the courage to speak to, are suddenly there taking you by the hand and leading you on an adventure of a lifetime. People that once were your friend but betrayed you, yet you miss them so much, are there telling you its okay and promising they will never going to hurt you again. You can love yourself for who you are, and not be afraid of what other people will think. You don't have to be so torn about where you are suppose to live, or what will happen when you leave those you care about. You don't have to be constantly counting down the days, waiting for life to improve a little. You won't feel left out and looked down on. You won't harbor so much hatred for people who are everything you ever wanted to be because you realize that your life is exactly what you need, and you are finally thankful for it. The people who attempt to control everyone's lives and make a point to destroy your own happiness when they don't get what they want, won't exist any longer. They are simply erased from the face of the world. The ones we love who allow themselves to be controlled by those people so much so, to the point of hurting you and then blaming you for it, are suddenly in control. They know who they are, and what they want, and they don't have to say what they think people want to hear.
All these things and more can happen when we let the rain wash over us. Our dreams have room to grow and blossom into a kind of reality. We can find our hope again. We can renew our faith. We can believe that life is worth living, and find gratitude for, not only the good times, but also the bad.
The rain gives us a time to collect ourselves and to renew our sense of who we are and where we want to end up. It is inspiring, it is intriguing, it is ethereal, and it is pure. It is heaven's way of crying with us. It is heaven's way of celebrating. It is God's way of letting us know that He's there, and He is listening and He loves us.
Anything can happen in this other world. People you love that are gone can return again. People that you have always wanted to be friends with but have never gotten up the courage to speak to, are suddenly there taking you by the hand and leading you on an adventure of a lifetime. People that once were your friend but betrayed you, yet you miss them so much, are there telling you its okay and promising they will never going to hurt you again. You can love yourself for who you are, and not be afraid of what other people will think. You don't have to be so torn about where you are suppose to live, or what will happen when you leave those you care about. You don't have to be constantly counting down the days, waiting for life to improve a little. You won't feel left out and looked down on. You won't harbor so much hatred for people who are everything you ever wanted to be because you realize that your life is exactly what you need, and you are finally thankful for it. The people who attempt to control everyone's lives and make a point to destroy your own happiness when they don't get what they want, won't exist any longer. They are simply erased from the face of the world. The ones we love who allow themselves to be controlled by those people so much so, to the point of hurting you and then blaming you for it, are suddenly in control. They know who they are, and what they want, and they don't have to say what they think people want to hear.
All these things and more can happen when we let the rain wash over us. Our dreams have room to grow and blossom into a kind of reality. We can find our hope again. We can renew our faith. We can believe that life is worth living, and find gratitude for, not only the good times, but also the bad.
The rain gives us a time to collect ourselves and to renew our sense of who we are and where we want to end up. It is inspiring, it is intriguing, it is ethereal, and it is pure. It is heaven's way of crying with us. It is heaven's way of celebrating. It is God's way of letting us know that He's there, and He is listening and He loves us.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
In the end, it still hurts...
People say that they understand, and that they know exactly how you feel. They say they're sorry, and ask if there is anything they can do to help. They say that they know how it feels to miss someone, and that you aren't the only one who has lost someone they loved. They say that they will be there for you, but they just don't realize that they aren't the one you want to be there comforting you. The one you miss is the only one who can help, but they aren't ever coming back. No one knows what it is like to really miss someone...
No one could possibly understand my pain. I truly am "walking down the boulevard of broken dreams." And I truly am "walking alone." There were so many things left to do, to experience. There were so many things left unsaid. There were so many dreams brutally battered, and the light of my hope was stamped out. Yes, other people have had losses as extreme as mine, but every situation is just a little bit different from the rest. Every person reacts just a little bit different. Every person has a different amount of capacity to deal with the loss. Some people, it completely breaks. Others, it strengthens. I wish so much that I could be one of those who finds greater strength from this.
Yet, I break down every time I see a picture, his face...or something else that reminds me of him. Every time someone mentions him, I want to put my fist through a mirror, because he's not here, by my side. I try so hard not to let it show. People really don't know how much I am breaking inside. I know he's better off, and much happier now, but I just don't want to let go. Because he was my stable ground, my guiding light, my beacon of hope for something better.
I see now that I took him for granted. I see now that I wasn't as good to him as I could have been. I was stupid, and selfish, and said things that hurt. But I also know that I made him happy. That I helped him feel that life was worth living. How do I know this? He showed me every day. His eyes would light up every time he saw me, he would smile and genuinely mean it, he didn't feel self-hatred and pity anymore. He had confidence, and was finally taking control of his life.
Yet, that's when everything went wrong. Why do we fall every time we finally feel like we are making progress? Why are we forced to take five steps back for every one step forward? I know the answer well, (he was even the one who did the most to help me understand it-another thing I miss...) and it is simple. Because we are being put through the fiery furnace to perfect ourselves. We cannot be made better and stronger by not having any opposing force in life. We can't learn what it is like to be godlike without experiencing a small portion of what He went through. We cannot expect to "glide naively through life, as if to say, Lord give me experience, but not grief, sorrow, pain, not opposition, not betrayal, and certainly not to be forsaken. Keep from me, Lord, all those experiences that made Thee what Thou art. Then let me come and dwell with Thee and fully share Thy joy." -Neal A. Maxwell. I have learned this lesson a thousand times over.
Yet...in the end, it still hurts.
No one could possibly understand my pain. I truly am "walking down the boulevard of broken dreams." And I truly am "walking alone." There were so many things left to do, to experience. There were so many things left unsaid. There were so many dreams brutally battered, and the light of my hope was stamped out. Yes, other people have had losses as extreme as mine, but every situation is just a little bit different from the rest. Every person reacts just a little bit different. Every person has a different amount of capacity to deal with the loss. Some people, it completely breaks. Others, it strengthens. I wish so much that I could be one of those who finds greater strength from this.
Yet, I break down every time I see a picture, his face...or something else that reminds me of him. Every time someone mentions him, I want to put my fist through a mirror, because he's not here, by my side. I try so hard not to let it show. People really don't know how much I am breaking inside. I know he's better off, and much happier now, but I just don't want to let go. Because he was my stable ground, my guiding light, my beacon of hope for something better.
I see now that I took him for granted. I see now that I wasn't as good to him as I could have been. I was stupid, and selfish, and said things that hurt. But I also know that I made him happy. That I helped him feel that life was worth living. How do I know this? He showed me every day. His eyes would light up every time he saw me, he would smile and genuinely mean it, he didn't feel self-hatred and pity anymore. He had confidence, and was finally taking control of his life.
Yet, that's when everything went wrong. Why do we fall every time we finally feel like we are making progress? Why are we forced to take five steps back for every one step forward? I know the answer well, (he was even the one who did the most to help me understand it-another thing I miss...) and it is simple. Because we are being put through the fiery furnace to perfect ourselves. We cannot be made better and stronger by not having any opposing force in life. We can't learn what it is like to be godlike without experiencing a small portion of what He went through. We cannot expect to "glide naively through life, as if to say, Lord give me experience, but not grief, sorrow, pain, not opposition, not betrayal, and certainly not to be forsaken. Keep from me, Lord, all those experiences that made Thee what Thou art. Then let me come and dwell with Thee and fully share Thy joy." -Neal A. Maxwell. I have learned this lesson a thousand times over.
Yet...in the end, it still hurts.
Monday, November 01, 2004
In the end... it's still in the back of my mind
It's hard for me to get lost in her eyes when I know it's just a picture.
I'm missing her... I'm missing us
What we were and could be
If I could see her face... her real face...
The way her eyes light up on every smile
The way she blushes after every sneeze because she's embarrassed.
It's all I need.
I have to tell myself that I don't know where this is going,
That there are too many questions unasked and unanswered.
But that's almost what I love about it... about her.
The mystery, the questions, the wondering amazement.
I can't stand the thousands of miles between us
I hate every one of them.
I can't be aweay from this for this long.
Two weeks is too long...
Two seconds is too long
I'm missing her... I'm missing us
What we were and could be
If I could see her face... her real face...
The way her eyes light up on every smile
The way she blushes after every sneeze because she's embarrassed.
It's all I need.
I have to tell myself that I don't know where this is going,
That there are too many questions unasked and unanswered.
But that's almost what I love about it... about her.
The mystery, the questions, the wondering amazement.
I can't stand the thousands of miles between us
I hate every one of them.
I can't be aweay from this for this long.
Two weeks is too long...
Two seconds is too long
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Really REALLY good song...
I have given up (for now...) on attempting to whittle down my c.d. content, so I will just post a song that I have lately found a connection to. Enjoy!
Perfect World
by Simple Plan
I never could have seen this far
I never could have seen this coming
It seems like my world's falling apart
Why is everything so hard
I don't think that I can deal with the things you said
They just won't go away
In a perfect world this could never happen
In a perfect world you'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I could just pick up the pieces but to you
This means nothing, nothing at all
I used to think that I was strong
Until the day it all went wrong
I think I need a miracle to make it through
I wish that I could bring you back
I wish that I could turn back time
Cuz I can't let go, I just can't find my way
Without you I just can't find my way
In a perfect world this could never happen
In a perfect world you'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I could just pick up the pieces but to you
This means nothing, nothing at all
I don't know what I should do now
I don't know where I should go
I'm still here waiting for you
I'm lost when you're not around
I need to hold on to you
I just can't let you go
In a perfect world this could never happen
In a perfect world you'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I could just pick up the pieces but to you
This means nothing, nothing at all
You feel nothing, nothing at all...
Perfect World
by Simple Plan
I never could have seen this far
I never could have seen this coming
It seems like my world's falling apart
Why is everything so hard
I don't think that I can deal with the things you said
They just won't go away
In a perfect world this could never happen
In a perfect world you'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I could just pick up the pieces but to you
This means nothing, nothing at all
I used to think that I was strong
Until the day it all went wrong
I think I need a miracle to make it through
I wish that I could bring you back
I wish that I could turn back time
Cuz I can't let go, I just can't find my way
Without you I just can't find my way
In a perfect world this could never happen
In a perfect world you'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I could just pick up the pieces but to you
This means nothing, nothing at all
I don't know what I should do now
I don't know where I should go
I'm still here waiting for you
I'm lost when you're not around
I need to hold on to you
I just can't let you go
In a perfect world this could never happen
In a perfect world you'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I could just pick up the pieces but to you
This means nothing, nothing at all
You feel nothing, nothing at all...
Monday, October 25, 2004
Shamae
Well, as we all know (or will find out v-e-r-y soon...) Shamae is moving. I know that I will miss her sooooooooo bad....and I'm pretty sure that many other people will miss her too. So, I'd just like to make a post in honor of Shmoo, Co-President/Founder of the Spacial Club.
I'd like to start off by telling you about a few of the things that I love about Shamae the most. First, she is always the one who knocks some sense into me when I'm being retarded. She knows just what to say when I am about to make a HUGE mistake, and she prevents me (most of the time...unless I'm being stubborn to the max) from doing something I will regret. Also, she stands up for what is right, and is an all around good person. She makes me laugh so much. We have waaay too many inside jokes, but that's okay - because they are things that make me smile when I am having a hard day, and no one can take away our memories together. I have done and said some really stoopid and mean stuff to Shamae and yet, she forgave me and never gave up on me. She is always trying to tell me how smart or sassy or spacial I am, and even though I always get mad at compliments, she still tries. She always tells me how much I mean to her, and I hope she knows that even if I don't always say it back....she means a lot to me too.
Shamae is one of my best friends and I will miss her soooo much. I can't even put it into words how much I will miss not having her around to sit on her roof with, or to vent to on IM, or to get mad at when she makes fun of my cheerleader tendencies, or to get free food at Fazoli's, or to get mad at for stealing my flag/sign, or to use big words like "contradicting" when I am angry, or to drink Shamae Mix, or to make fun of my tongue abilities, or to watch her over-protectiveness when I run away with Canadians to cabins, or to finally see the hottest man in the world and have him turn out to be hideous, or to argue about how much better "rough" is, or to convert her to the mug o' beer side from the martini side, or to dream about all the things we want to do someday, or to watch my mom kick her out of my house, or to freak out when we have an awkward silence caused by having too much to say to each other, or to tell her about the evil twelve-year-olds, or to talk about Galt and the ultimate coolness of that name, or to draw stars and have her make chickens out of them, or to explain that I am hot and that's all that matters, or to buy penguin footballs that actually turn out to be crows, or to wear her tie and have my cat end up burying it, or to steal her "I Heart Pirates" wristband because I am attracted to it, or to dream of someday living on Justasmall Lane, or to attempt to find her a cat, or to watch "dirty" movies like "How To Lose A Guy in Ten Days," or to see her "don't be an mule" shirt, or to make fun of "happy trees", or to have my handwriting rock her socks off, or to tell her just one more time about how much I miss Jeffrey, or to listen to her talk about her soulmate, or to have orange envelopes with "cb" cards, or to count how many times I snort, or to randomly call out "turdbummers you f-hole, I'm having an apostrophe!!" or to idolize the color green with, or to go on dates with (hee hee...I loooove your mom!!), or to watch her spill food every time she comes to my house and flip out, or to make up words like "whoi", or to have her call me Squegee, or to refuse to play my violin, or to dream about doing the drunken scene from Nunsense with, or to carve "Shmogee" on the tables at Sonic, or to eat Oatmeal Creme Pies with, or to cut pineapples on her roof and flick the remnants into her evil neighbor's yard, or to wake up the next day and find the pineapple remnants all stacked up in a little pile on her front porch, or to spill Mr. Criman's drink on his keyboard because we were being "cuh-razy," or to inform people what to do if you don't know what to do with your hands, or to make fun of the musical people and their "how do YOU do" songs, or to step on apple pie and never be able to get it off my shoe, or to put tacks on our shoes so they make tapping noises and bug the crap out of Kristi, or to fight over The Cheat and the lead singer of Yellowcard with, or to beat each other with sprinkler flags, or to go splashing in the reflecting pool at the park, or to talk about frolicking in the rain together but never finding the right moment to, or to listen to fabulous music with(we always seem to like the same stuff...), or to find really soft...ANYTHING...and stroke it, or to dream of someday being 5'6", or to try and hide signs in random church parking lots or behind ivy on walls, or to have her ALWAYS leave something in my car, or to feed the ducks with, or to actually plan going to Cali ON THE TRAIN!!! Or to just be "sealy" with...I could go on and on and make a list a gazillion miles long about all the things I will miss about Shamae, but I don't think I have room here...
I know that this move is the best thing for Shamae to do, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen it. And I would just like to end by saying that I support her decision all the way and I may miss her, but I know she will be happiest in Cali with extended family and most especially, her mom.
I LOVE YOU SHAMAE!!!! DON'T MESS WITH THESE GUNS! DON'T DO IT!!!!
I'd like to start off by telling you about a few of the things that I love about Shamae the most. First, she is always the one who knocks some sense into me when I'm being retarded. She knows just what to say when I am about to make a HUGE mistake, and she prevents me (most of the time...unless I'm being stubborn to the max) from doing something I will regret. Also, she stands up for what is right, and is an all around good person. She makes me laugh so much. We have waaay too many inside jokes, but that's okay - because they are things that make me smile when I am having a hard day, and no one can take away our memories together. I have done and said some really stoopid and mean stuff to Shamae and yet, she forgave me and never gave up on me. She is always trying to tell me how smart or sassy or spacial I am, and even though I always get mad at compliments, she still tries. She always tells me how much I mean to her, and I hope she knows that even if I don't always say it back....she means a lot to me too.
Shamae is one of my best friends and I will miss her soooo much. I can't even put it into words how much I will miss not having her around to sit on her roof with, or to vent to on IM, or to get mad at when she makes fun of my cheerleader tendencies, or to get free food at Fazoli's, or to get mad at for stealing my flag/sign, or to use big words like "contradicting" when I am angry, or to drink Shamae Mix, or to make fun of my tongue abilities, or to watch her over-protectiveness when I run away with Canadians to cabins, or to finally see the hottest man in the world and have him turn out to be hideous, or to argue about how much better "rough" is, or to convert her to the mug o' beer side from the martini side, or to dream about all the things we want to do someday, or to watch my mom kick her out of my house, or to freak out when we have an awkward silence caused by having too much to say to each other, or to tell her about the evil twelve-year-olds, or to talk about Galt and the ultimate coolness of that name, or to draw stars and have her make chickens out of them, or to explain that I am hot and that's all that matters, or to buy penguin footballs that actually turn out to be crows, or to wear her tie and have my cat end up burying it, or to steal her "I Heart Pirates" wristband because I am attracted to it, or to dream of someday living on Justasmall Lane, or to attempt to find her a cat, or to watch "dirty" movies like "How To Lose A Guy in Ten Days," or to see her "don't be an mule" shirt, or to make fun of "happy trees", or to have my handwriting rock her socks off, or to tell her just one more time about how much I miss Jeffrey, or to listen to her talk about her soulmate, or to have orange envelopes with "cb" cards, or to count how many times I snort, or to randomly call out "turdbummers you f-hole, I'm having an apostrophe!!" or to idolize the color green with, or to go on dates with (hee hee...I loooove your mom!!), or to watch her spill food every time she comes to my house and flip out, or to make up words like "whoi", or to have her call me Squegee, or to refuse to play my violin, or to dream about doing the drunken scene from Nunsense with, or to carve "Shmogee" on the tables at Sonic, or to eat Oatmeal Creme Pies with, or to cut pineapples on her roof and flick the remnants into her evil neighbor's yard, or to wake up the next day and find the pineapple remnants all stacked up in a little pile on her front porch, or to spill Mr. Criman's drink on his keyboard because we were being "cuh-razy," or to inform people what to do if you don't know what to do with your hands, or to make fun of the musical people and their "how do YOU do" songs, or to step on apple pie and never be able to get it off my shoe, or to put tacks on our shoes so they make tapping noises and bug the crap out of Kristi, or to fight over The Cheat and the lead singer of Yellowcard with, or to beat each other with sprinkler flags, or to go splashing in the reflecting pool at the park, or to talk about frolicking in the rain together but never finding the right moment to, or to listen to fabulous music with(we always seem to like the same stuff...), or to find really soft...ANYTHING...and stroke it, or to dream of someday being 5'6", or to try and hide signs in random church parking lots or behind ivy on walls, or to have her ALWAYS leave something in my car, or to feed the ducks with, or to actually plan going to Cali ON THE TRAIN!!! Or to just be "sealy" with...I could go on and on and make a list a gazillion miles long about all the things I will miss about Shamae, but I don't think I have room here...
I know that this move is the best thing for Shamae to do, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen it. And I would just like to end by saying that I support her decision all the way and I may miss her, but I know she will be happiest in Cali with extended family and most especially, her mom.
I LOVE YOU SHAMAE!!!! DON'T MESS WITH THESE GUNS! DON'T DO IT!!!!
4 weeks, 3 days, 7 hours, and 20 minutes
4 weeks, 3 days, 7 hours, and 20 minutes - that's how long I was free. That's how long I could think and act for myself without being under someone else's control. Without having someone always looking down on me. That's how much closer I was to being truly happy. Why do people try so hard to make you miserable? Why do they keep hurting you, and saying that it is only out of love, and yet, you know that if they really did care, they wouldn't hurt you... Why do they keep reopening the wound and scratching at it? They tell you that you are worthless and yet, they keep you around. If you are really as stupid, and ugly, and selfish as they say you are, why do they want you here so badly? Why can't they just let me be happy for once in my life...why can't they let me find peace? Home is suppose to be a place of refuge. Somewhere that you go to get away from it all...
On another note: Why do people care so deeply and then throw it all away? Why do they say that they would do anything for you, just so you can smile and really mean it again - and yet they, in the end, are the cause of your pain? They are the reason you can't smile anymore... Why do their eyes light up whenever they think of you, see you, or your name is mentioned, and then, suddenly, one day they hate you? Why do they stop talking to you, and let everything fall apart, and then blame it all on you? Why do they write songs about you that show how much they care, and yet never share them....and then write songs about you that tell how much they hate you, and sing it in front of the entire school? Why do they tell people you "have problems" and that its all your fault? Why do they not work things out when you are ready to and then expect you to work things out when they finally want it? And why do they want to work things out for all the wrong reasons? Why do they expect everything to be how it used to be, when you can never go back to the way it was?
Why do they end up with your best friend?
I refuse to trust again...
On another note: Why do people care so deeply and then throw it all away? Why do they say that they would do anything for you, just so you can smile and really mean it again - and yet they, in the end, are the cause of your pain? They are the reason you can't smile anymore... Why do their eyes light up whenever they think of you, see you, or your name is mentioned, and then, suddenly, one day they hate you? Why do they stop talking to you, and let everything fall apart, and then blame it all on you? Why do they write songs about you that show how much they care, and yet never share them....and then write songs about you that tell how much they hate you, and sing it in front of the entire school? Why do they tell people you "have problems" and that its all your fault? Why do they not work things out when you are ready to and then expect you to work things out when they finally want it? And why do they want to work things out for all the wrong reasons? Why do they expect everything to be how it used to be, when you can never go back to the way it was?
Why do they end up with your best friend?
I refuse to trust again...
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Thinking
I got hurt today, so i decided to take some time to soak in the bathtub, I was laying with my face beneath the water looking at the ceiling throught the water. and I realized it. I'm happy, not like hey, today was a good day, (because it wasn't) it was more of a "My life is going good right now, and I love where I'm at and who I'm with," kind of happy. And I know why, it is you guys, so i am going to thank the people who have helped me. First and formost, Sara, because I can talk to her about anything. Brittany, because she put me in the mindset that changed my life for the better. Jenesse, for being there for me when i needed a friend to scream to (or at) i couldn't have made it through a lot of this without your support. Mariette, because you are my best friend, and i feel you know me better than I know myself, and at times, i need that. Tasha, for proving me wrong all the time. I hate it, but your determination makes me laugh. Kristi, becausse I don't talk to you enough, but I know that you would let me if I had to. Nina, because you always have a smile on your face, it brings me up and i'm sure your optomistic outlook does the same for many others. Shamae, because you know what I am saying, ALWAYS, even when I'm not talking. Chase, because your natural push for perfection sets the example for me to want to better myself, I look up to you, remmeber that. Sousa, because everyone needs an arch rival to push themself. i feel you are better than me, and it makes me push for improvement, and i need that. Jenn (sara's friend) because you seem to show support for me even though you have never met me, i admire the character and the example that you set for others even though we don't know eachother. Meaghan, you were the first canadian to accept me, and even though we no longer talk, i still see you as a VERY close friend. These are only people on blogger, if someone else reads this, takl to me and i will give you yours personally.
Friends, thank you all.
You have made me happy, And I mean TRULY happy.
Friends, thank you all.
You have made me happy, And I mean TRULY happy.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Un-Personal
The last time I put a game on her some people took it personally, so I would like to mention that I had no one in mind when I poasted this game... but it kicks and it's violent without blood, so give her a go
http://www.nbstuff.com/games/flatout/
http://www.nbstuff.com/games/flatout/
G.I. Joes and other random thoughts...
So, as I was talking to Sousa today, we happened upon the subject of childhood toys. That brings us to the item known as: "G.I. Joes" Let me just say that Sousa had some very... peculiar ....names for some of his beloved soldiers. So, that got me thinking. All of us were young once and carefree, and had some very wild imaginations. I'm sure we've all got those favorite toys that we loved too much (thus resulting in the stuffing falling out and limbs being pulled off, etc...) that had the unusual name that no one could quite figure out where the crap you came up with it. For example, I had a crocheted green giraffe that I absolutely ~LOVED~. Only, I called it Horse. Why? I have no idea. So, what are some of your bizarre childhood toy's names? Come on....confession time. Don't hold anything back!
Sunday, October 17, 2004
BOO-YAH!!!
Well...this is Jenesse. Yes, you heard me. THE SHORT ONE!!!!! And all I can say is that mine and Asay's blog (that is correct, you are NOT seeing things) is going rule the universe!
In the words of Asay: "Eat it punks...our blog is taking over!"
In the words of Asay: "Eat it punks...our blog is taking over!"
Friday, October 15, 2004
Just so you know
We kicked the butt at Hillcrest, our guys doubled their score and hey... so did our girls. We couldn't have done it without the amazing pump mix I furnished for the team that was playing in the background of everyone's heads in the midst of their swims.
For those of you you who what the crap swimming times are like... I went a 1:03 in my 100 back, a :27 in my 50 back, and a :56 in my 100 free... go MV!
For those of you you who what the crap swimming times are like... I went a 1:03 in my 100 back, a :27 in my 50 back, and a :56 in my 100 free... go MV!
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Questions to get your brain a work out
Pensive Questions
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?
What's the speed of dark?
Do cemetery workers prefer the graveyard shift?
Do Lipton employees take coffee breaks?
Can a storm be officially designated as a tornado without touching down at a trailer park?
Can atheists get insurance for acts of God?
Can I yell MOVIE in a crowded firehouse?
Can you be a closet claustrophobic?
After they make styrofoam, what do they ship it in?
How did a fool and his money GET together?
How do you know when it's time to tune your bagpipes?
If con is the opposite of pro, then what is the opposite of progress?
If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?
Should you trust a stockbroker who's married to a travel agent?
If a stealth bomber crashes in a forest, will it make a sound?
If a train station is where the train stops, what is a work station?
If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?
If all those psychics know the winning lottery numbers, why are they all still working?
If the pen is mightier than the sword, and a picture is worth a thousand words, how dangerous is a fax?
If you throw a cat out a car window, does it become kitty litter?
Sooner or later, doesn't EVERYONE stop smoking?
What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?
Why are there 5 syllables in the word 'monosyllabic'?
Why do banks charge you a 'non-sufficient funds fee' on money they already know you don't have?
Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
What year did Jesus think it was?
If corn oil comes from corn, where does baby oil come from?
Is there another word for synonym?
If the only thing to survive a plane crash is the black box, why don't they make the whole plane out of the black box?
What if there were no hypothetical questions?
If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest have to drown too?
If quitters never win, and winners never cheat, who's the idiot that said: Quit while you're ahead?
What are Preparation A through Preparation G?
If knees were backward, what would chairs look like?
In a country of free speech, why are there phone bills?
Why is it that when a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment, but when a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95/minute?
Did Washington flash a quarter when asked for ID?
How do you tell when you run out of invisible ink?
Why is Greenland icy, and Iceland green?
Why do doctors call what they do practice?
How do 'Do Not Walk On Grass' signs get there?
Why do black olives come in cans and green olives come in jars?
Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
How do I set my laser printer on stun?
How is it possible to have a civil war?
If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?
If God dropped acid, would he see people?
If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2?
If you ate pasta and anti pasta, would you still be hungry?
Why are haemorrhoids called 'haemorrhoids' instead of 'asteroids'?
Could crop circles be the work of a cereal killer?
Crime doesn't pay... does that mean my job is a crime?
Did Noah keep his bees in archives?
How can someone draw a blank?
How can there be self-help GROUPS?
How come wrong numbers are never busy?
If you're in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens when you turn on the headlights?
Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?
Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?
Why do we kill people for killing people to show that killing is wrong?
Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?
Why is it that night falls but day breaks?
Why is it you must wait until night to call it a day?
Why is your index finger the same size as your nostrils?
What if the Hokey Pokey IS what it's all about?
Why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor when you can't drink and drive?
What happened to the first 6 'ups'?
Why Do kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
Are part-time band leaders semi-conductors?
If 7-11 is open 24-7 and 365 days a year why do they have locks on their doors?
If you mix milk of magnesia with vodka and orange juice, do you get a Phillip's screw driver?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
How come the bullets that work are fired, and the ones that don't work are not?
Who's cruel idea was is to put the 's' in lisp?
How can you be ALONE with somebody? Think about it...
Does Mr. Rogers really want us to be his neighbor?
Why did Mr. & Mrs. Howell pack so much clothing for a three hour tour?
If a book about failure doesn't sell, is it a success?
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?
What's the speed of dark?
Do cemetery workers prefer the graveyard shift?
Do Lipton employees take coffee breaks?
Can a storm be officially designated as a tornado without touching down at a trailer park?
Can atheists get insurance for acts of God?
Can I yell MOVIE in a crowded firehouse?
Can you be a closet claustrophobic?
After they make styrofoam, what do they ship it in?
How did a fool and his money GET together?
How do you know when it's time to tune your bagpipes?
If con is the opposite of pro, then what is the opposite of progress?
If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?
Should you trust a stockbroker who's married to a travel agent?
If a stealth bomber crashes in a forest, will it make a sound?
If a train station is where the train stops, what is a work station?
If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?
If all those psychics know the winning lottery numbers, why are they all still working?
If the pen is mightier than the sword, and a picture is worth a thousand words, how dangerous is a fax?
If you throw a cat out a car window, does it become kitty litter?
Sooner or later, doesn't EVERYONE stop smoking?
What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?
Why are there 5 syllables in the word 'monosyllabic'?
Why do banks charge you a 'non-sufficient funds fee' on money they already know you don't have?
Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
What year did Jesus think it was?
If corn oil comes from corn, where does baby oil come from?
Is there another word for synonym?
If the only thing to survive a plane crash is the black box, why don't they make the whole plane out of the black box?
What if there were no hypothetical questions?
If one synchronized swimmer drowns, do the rest have to drown too?
If quitters never win, and winners never cheat, who's the idiot that said: Quit while you're ahead?
What are Preparation A through Preparation G?
If knees were backward, what would chairs look like?
In a country of free speech, why are there phone bills?
Why is it that when a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment, but when a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95/minute?
Did Washington flash a quarter when asked for ID?
How do you tell when you run out of invisible ink?
Why is Greenland icy, and Iceland green?
Why do doctors call what they do practice?
How do 'Do Not Walk On Grass' signs get there?
Why do black olives come in cans and green olives come in jars?
Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
How do I set my laser printer on stun?
How is it possible to have a civil war?
If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?
If God dropped acid, would he see people?
If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2?
If you ate pasta and anti pasta, would you still be hungry?
Why are haemorrhoids called 'haemorrhoids' instead of 'asteroids'?
Could crop circles be the work of a cereal killer?
Crime doesn't pay... does that mean my job is a crime?
Did Noah keep his bees in archives?
How can someone draw a blank?
How can there be self-help GROUPS?
How come wrong numbers are never busy?
If you're in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens when you turn on the headlights?
Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?
Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?
Why do we kill people for killing people to show that killing is wrong?
Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?
Why is it that night falls but day breaks?
Why is it you must wait until night to call it a day?
Why is your index finger the same size as your nostrils?
What if the Hokey Pokey IS what it's all about?
Why do you need a driver's license to buy liquor when you can't drink and drive?
What happened to the first 6 'ups'?
Why Do kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
Are part-time band leaders semi-conductors?
If 7-11 is open 24-7 and 365 days a year why do they have locks on their doors?
If you mix milk of magnesia with vodka and orange juice, do you get a Phillip's screw driver?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
How come the bullets that work are fired, and the ones that don't work are not?
Who's cruel idea was is to put the 's' in lisp?
How can you be ALONE with somebody? Think about it...
Does Mr. Rogers really want us to be his neighbor?
Why did Mr. & Mrs. Howell pack so much clothing for a three hour tour?
If a book about failure doesn't sell, is it a success?
My Wicked Shirt Ideas
Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
I used up all my sick days, so I'm calling in dead.
There cannot be a crisis today; my schedule is already full.
I don't have a solution but I admire the problem.
A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.
If at first you DO succeed, try not to look astonished!
Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie!'...till you can find a rock.
Diplomacy - the art of letting someone have your way.
Don't be so open-minded your brains fall out.
Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
If I want your opinion, I'll ask you to fill out the necessary forms.
Don't look back, they might be gaining on you.
It's not hard to meet expenses, they're everywhere.
Help Wanted: Telepath. You know where to apply.
Look out for #1. Don't step in #2.
Budget: A method for going broke methodically
Half of the people in the world are below average.
Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself. -- Mark Twain
The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad. -- Salvador Dali
The beatings will continue until morale improves.
I used up all my sick days, so I'm calling in dead.
There cannot be a crisis today; my schedule is already full.
I don't have a solution but I admire the problem.
A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.
If at first you DO succeed, try not to look astonished!
Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie!'...till you can find a rock.
Diplomacy - the art of letting someone have your way.
Don't be so open-minded your brains fall out.
Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
If I want your opinion, I'll ask you to fill out the necessary forms.
Don't look back, they might be gaining on you.
It's not hard to meet expenses, they're everywhere.
Help Wanted: Telepath. You know where to apply.
Look out for #1. Don't step in #2.
Budget: A method for going broke methodically
Half of the people in the world are below average.
Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself. -- Mark Twain
The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad. -- Salvador Dali
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Exactly what I needed
I got back from my trip to Park City for the swim team yesterday. I have never had a harder work out in my life and I loved every single minute of it. I stayed up that entrire night and had a "soul calibur off" In which i came out victorious. I'm upset that i couldn't go to shakespeare, but I think my time was worth while. I think i had as much fun as annyone else (and i got the workout of my life) I have realized that i like to hurt in practice. It's weird for me because i was always a slacker becasue of pain, but now i've learned to embrace and even enjoy it. I think there is something seriously wrong with me (I'm a weirdo) I've noticed that people have stopped replying to everyone's blog so even if you don't reply to mine, reply to eachothers... just cuz that's the cool thing to do.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Heart Monitor
This is one thing i will never forget. I went to get a physical for swim (a routine thing in the life of an athlete) But not all was ok. They found aa problem with my blood, they thought it might have been the explination to my problem with blacking out whenever I stand up. So then they decided it was most likely a problem with my heart, and that whenever i was blacking out my heart was doing something irregular... maybe something dangerous. But i have had this thing on for almost a day and a half and i still haven't had "an episode" so they can't record it. This problem might not be solved, and I might have gone through all this... for nothing.
(I think I have new motivation for fear)
(I think I have new motivation for fear)
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Motivation
I was swimming and then I saw something on the bottom of the pool. So I swam down to investigate, holding my breath. It was a hole. I swam in and everything was so bright and beautiful… like a room of crystal lights.
I was running out of air, so I turned back but I couldn't find where I came from. I felt myself get weaker as I felt the oxygen leave my lungs. It got harder and harder to go up getting. I was getting closer and closer to the bottom. I don’t usually get scared but it was different.I WAS scared. Not of dying…. Of not living.
Then it was over.
I had an out of body thing and I saw myself. All I remember was the look of fear… pure and utter fear on my face…
MY face.
Whenever I have to act scared I go back to that room of lights.
I have one for every emotion
I think that’s why I love acting. People can see my true emotion for everything and not know it's me behind the mask. By hiding behind the term "a good actor"
so ask you yourself... am i...
"a good actor?"
I was running out of air, so I turned back but I couldn't find where I came from. I felt myself get weaker as I felt the oxygen leave my lungs. It got harder and harder to go up getting. I was getting closer and closer to the bottom. I don’t usually get scared but it was different.I WAS scared. Not of dying…. Of not living.
Then it was over.
I had an out of body thing and I saw myself. All I remember was the look of fear… pure and utter fear on my face…
MY face.
Whenever I have to act scared I go back to that room of lights.
I have one for every emotion
I think that’s why I love acting. People can see my true emotion for everything and not know it's me behind the mask. By hiding behind the term "a good actor"
so ask you yourself... am i...
"a good actor?"
Sunday, September 26, 2004
It will be different this time
i'm not going to let this be time number 80 when i get screwed over by a girl and let it slide by just swimming it off.
I'm taking a stand
i'm going to resolve this...
because friendships stand in the balance
I'm taking a stand
i'm going to resolve this...
because friendships stand in the balance
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Simple Admitance
I have learned to come to terms with the fact that i'm a jackass. But the thing is. I'm ok with it. Because a close friend helped me see that being a jackass doesn't make me a bad person, all it means is i can be better. According to this person men are naturally that way, but the guys who break out of it are the ones who you truly want to be around. So the fact that i'm a jackass doesn't mean i'm horrible or anything like that, i'm just normal. So i'm working on improving and maybe one day i will be the guy that everyone needs.
Don't think you can convince me that i'm not, because i've made up my mind.
Don't think you can convince me that i'm not, because i've made up my mind.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Just Thinking
She never liked me,
She never wanted me,
I didn’t have a shot to begin with.
I’m done caring.
Don't take it personally,
I just need thinking time.
It isn't you or me,
I've just got lots on my mind.
She never wanted me,
I didn’t have a shot to begin with.
I’m done caring.
Don't take it personally,
I just need thinking time.
It isn't you or me,
I've just got lots on my mind.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Bah
I have just gotten back from my nephews house and he has a console hat has old school Atari games on it, and I have just reaized that there are games that I can be beat by a 6 year old at.
This is crap.
This is crap.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Monday, September 20, 2004
Dry Your Eyes
In one single moment your whole life can turn around
I stand there for a minute staring straight into the ground
Looking to the left slightly then looking back down
The world feels like it's caved in, propped on a frown
Please let me show you where we can only just be for us
I change or I can grow or we can adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship if we must
I look at her and she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she looking straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
And when they open up she's looking down at her feet
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over
So then I move my hand up from down by my side
Shaking, my life is crashing before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh
Because I can't imagine my life without you and me
There's things I can't imagine doing, things I can't imagine seeing
It weren't supposed to be easy... surely
Please.. please... just.. please
She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers wround mine with the softness she's blessed with
She peels away my fingers looks at me and then gestures
By pushing my hands away to my chest...
From hers.
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
there's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over
And I'm just standing there
I can't say a word
Because everythings just gone
I've got nothing... absolutely nothing
Trying to pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her.. trying to change what she's saying
Pull my head level with hers so she might engage me
Look into her eyes to make her listen again
I'm not gonna simply just go and leave it all now
Because you said it would be forever and that was your vow
And your going let our things simply crash and fall down
Your well out of order now, this is well out of town
She pulls away my arms that are clamped around her waist
Gently pushes me back as she looks at me straight
Turns around so she's now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward... looks back... and then walks away
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over
I know in the past I've found it hard to say
Telling you things but not tell it straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now...
I stand there for a minute staring straight into the ground
Looking to the left slightly then looking back down
The world feels like it's caved in, propped on a frown
Please let me show you where we can only just be for us
I change or I can grow or we can adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship if we must
I look at her and she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she looking straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
And when they open up she's looking down at her feet
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over
So then I move my hand up from down by my side
Shaking, my life is crashing before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh
Because I can't imagine my life without you and me
There's things I can't imagine doing, things I can't imagine seeing
It weren't supposed to be easy... surely
Please.. please... just.. please
She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers wround mine with the softness she's blessed with
She peels away my fingers looks at me and then gestures
By pushing my hands away to my chest...
From hers.
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
there's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over
And I'm just standing there
I can't say a word
Because everythings just gone
I've got nothing... absolutely nothing
Trying to pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her.. trying to change what she's saying
Pull my head level with hers so she might engage me
Look into her eyes to make her listen again
I'm not gonna simply just go and leave it all now
Because you said it would be forever and that was your vow
And your going let our things simply crash and fall down
Your well out of order now, this is well out of town
She pulls away my arms that are clamped around her waist
Gently pushes me back as she looks at me straight
Turns around so she's now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward... looks back... and then walks away
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now
It's over
I know in the past I've found it hard to say
Telling you things but not tell it straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away
Dry your eyes mate
I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up
There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you've got to walk away now...
Sunday, September 19, 2004
wasn't chosen
you're lipstick
his collar...
i know exactly what goes on
hoping for the best
but hoping nothing happens
a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
i won't ever ask if you don't ever tell me
i know you well enough to know...
you'll never love me
i won't be replying to this, but you all can say whatever you want
his collar...
i know exactly what goes on
hoping for the best
but hoping nothing happens
a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
i won't ever ask if you don't ever tell me
i know you well enough to know...
you'll never love me
i won't be replying to this, but you all can say whatever you want
Sunday, September 12, 2004
He's Feelin Lonely
This is Mario1, he has a twin brother named Mario2 but tasha has him, he wanted me to let her know that he misses him very much, and wanted shamae to know that she is a big load of... bad... stuff becasue she still; has my c.d.'s. And now i have tasha's support for getting them back because then she gets her new t.b.s. c.d. but anyway, for all my fellow bloggers.
Tasha: mario1 misses his brother, and you need to help get my c.d.'s back from shamae
Shamae: you also need to help me get my c.d.'s back from Shamae.
Sousa: What's up with you never showin up on blogger... dork
Kristi: Ur hot, call me and we'll make out
Jenesse, You are ignorin me, I'm not feelin the love.
The Hoff: I should be a super hero too, And also, I hear your nervous about our group cuz you don't know anyone. No worries, They're the coolest.
Nina: we need to play, maybe i'll give you ice cream
Mariette: wait a secc... Why the crap isn't mariette on blogger?!?!?!?!
Tasha: mario1 misses his brother, and you need to help get my c.d.'s back from shamae
Shamae: you also need to help me get my c.d.'s back from Shamae.
Sousa: What's up with you never showin up on blogger... dork
Kristi: Ur hot, call me and we'll make out
Jenesse, You are ignorin me, I'm not feelin the love.
The Hoff: I should be a super hero too, And also, I hear your nervous about our group cuz you don't know anyone. No worries, They're the coolest.
Nina: we need to play, maybe i'll give you ice cream
Mariette: wait a secc... Why the crap isn't mariette on blogger?!?!?!?!
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Just so you know
I would just like erveyone to know how excited I am for the musical that made it so i can't go to shakespeare in which I have no lines whatsoever.
woo... hoo...
woo... hoo...
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Monday, September 06, 2004
Don't lose hope
Losing hope is easy,
When your only friend is gone,
And every time you look around,
It all just seems to change.
But hanging on is simple,
When you’ve got a friend to call,
When nothings making sense at all,
You’re not the only one who’s afraid of change.
When your only friend is gone,
And every time you look around,
It all just seems to change.
But hanging on is simple,
When you’ve got a friend to call,
When nothings making sense at all,
You’re not the only one who’s afraid of change.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
A turn of events.
i have been noticing lately that everyone's posts seem to be getting darker and gloomier. so i have decided to take the first step forward in remedying this problem. i quote monty python's flying circus when i say... "always look on the bright side of life.. doo do do do dooo do" there is a reason why i am a possitive and confident person. Becasue im' better than you... and i KNOW it. (just kidding) but seriously you guys, things can't be bad for us all, i don't know about the rest of you but last night was awesome and this week is a serious improvement from last week. Things are looking up for all of us so we should all set out on the next few days with a smile on our face and a star in our pocket (just cuz that's neat)
SMILE!!!
-me
SMILE!!!
-me
Friday, September 03, 2004
Double stupid choir teacher and stupid miss vance.
yeah... i'm not on shakespeare. Does anyone know why i'm not on shakespear? i will tell you. BECAUSE THE STUPID EFFING CHOIR TEACHER GAVE A BIG PART!!!!!! not that i'm upset or anything, it's just i wish i was doing shakespeare instead becasue i HATE doing musicals, the are the craps and need to die lots o times. so now i don't get to go on tour, and i have to sing in front of everyone. (the anger... it flows)
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Stupid Choir Teacher
My perfect plan to get a non-singing part may have failed. I auditioned today and i tried to throw off my singing part by doing it an octive higher so i would naturally sound like crap. But the freakin retards caught me and now i'm upset. When i sang it an octive lower they said I did a good job and i'm just hoping and praying that they were just being polite. And that it actually sucked because if i have to sing a lot in this freakin play someone's gonna die.
Monday, August 30, 2004
I Found a Monologue
I have found my new favorite comedic monologue and it isn't even a monologue, it's just my friend Adam Gentry ranting to me about ties... and here it is
There is an experiment I'd like you to do. Go rummage in your attic/basement/all-purpose storage room and secret laboratory, and find your Christmas decorations. Get out a four-foot-long, bright red ribbon -- the wider, the better. Put said ribbon around your neck, and tie it in a knot, making it just barely loose enough to breathe. Let a two-and-a-half-foot portion of the ribbon hang down in the middle of your front; you are now ready for work.
Okay, not quite, but that's not much more ludicrous than a certain article of clothing which is a mandatory part of the attire of any professional man. Yep, you guessed it: the noose -- er, necktie. It is a bane to the masculine half of the professional world, far worse than any other article of clothing known to male, with the possible exception of dickies (frilly front pieces) and anything pink.
My theory is that it was invented by a crazed woman taking her revenge out on all of manhood, in retaliation against the man who invented the corset. The necktie has no redeeming qualities whatsoever in my eyes, unless, of course, it has become a faux pas to have one's shirt buttons exposed. It does not look pretty like jewelry or a corsage, is not functional like a watch, and it does to a man's neck roughly what a boa constrictor does to a rabbit. The tie could be a neat-looking boa with a cool trombone picture on it, but is a boa, nonetheless.
I'd comment more on this issue, but I have to go make sure my noose is on straight.
I still need to cut it more but i like it a lot... but i don't know if other ppl like it a lot. So please, leave your messages after the beep
*beep*
There is an experiment I'd like you to do. Go rummage in your attic/basement/all-purpose storage room and secret laboratory, and find your Christmas decorations. Get out a four-foot-long, bright red ribbon -- the wider, the better. Put said ribbon around your neck, and tie it in a knot, making it just barely loose enough to breathe. Let a two-and-a-half-foot portion of the ribbon hang down in the middle of your front; you are now ready for work.
Okay, not quite, but that's not much more ludicrous than a certain article of clothing which is a mandatory part of the attire of any professional man. Yep, you guessed it: the noose -- er, necktie. It is a bane to the masculine half of the professional world, far worse than any other article of clothing known to male, with the possible exception of dickies (frilly front pieces) and anything pink.
My theory is that it was invented by a crazed woman taking her revenge out on all of manhood, in retaliation against the man who invented the corset. The necktie has no redeeming qualities whatsoever in my eyes, unless, of course, it has become a faux pas to have one's shirt buttons exposed. It does not look pretty like jewelry or a corsage, is not functional like a watch, and it does to a man's neck roughly what a boa constrictor does to a rabbit. The tie could be a neat-looking boa with a cool trombone picture on it, but is a boa, nonetheless.
I'd comment more on this issue, but I have to go make sure my noose is on straight.
I still need to cut it more but i like it a lot... but i don't know if other ppl like it a lot. So please, leave your messages after the beep
*beep*
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Curry My Favor
Now, as many of you have heard i obtained 2 big ass show tickets and the person who gave them to me is not going. now, that means that there is one ticket up for grabs. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!! This is your chance to score a ticket to the big ass show. General complimenting and butt kisses is allowed and strongly encouraged. so you can all begin talkin about how hot/funny/cool i am. so, better get started because i still need to decide where this other ticket is going.
Friday, August 27, 2004
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Give me feedback
I have heard from a couple of sources that when i am in black and white and i have sex hair that i am a actually a pretty foxy guy. Now i don't know about this but i was told by a canadian to put it on ym blog and see what ppl think. so... what do you think
I am bummed
Thisis crap. My birthday is tomorrow and i have to watch that retarded video again. And chances are i didn't make call backs for shakespeare and that's gonna bum me out too. then i have flow jump dance rehearsal which will be cool, but that's not til saturday. so it turns out that i'm spendin my burfday baking myself a cake and watchin re-runs of teenage mutant ninja turtles cuz my sister is coming over. I am mad.
-me
-me
The Ultimate in retardism
Ok, It's official, the student council video is clearly the most retarded display of vomit on a screen ever to curse the earth. I watched it with tasha and zeus and we were all on the verge of having our heads explode. for anyone and every one who is going to see it during the assembly on the 27th i feel eternally sorry.
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
WHERE'S THE EFFING ARBY'S SAUCE!!!!!!!!!!!
Today was the complete craps. They didn't have any freaking arby's sauce for my roast beef sandwich ttoday at lunch and was ready to kill me a man. but this problem has been remedied and i now have a large supply of arby's sauce that we pilfered (hehe... pilfered... funny word) from arby's and got away with tit scott free... that's right, no scott's here. And then i sucked it up and my freakin audition... hehe ( i wasn't as memorized as i thought i was) and a load of other crap sandwich type items that piled up on all that has thus far come to pass. Now the question of the day is... what is the dumbest language in the universe... if you want the answer look at the replies from my one and only other post to find out oh, by the way, you have a picture of the "sauce stash" and if u don't then mac's are clearly crap.
i'm out like a trout
-me
i'm out like a trout
-me
Monday, August 16, 2004
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