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[Apr. 16th, 2009|11:40 am] |
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im moving on to a smaller portable blog |
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| thanks adam for the fun, ps Itunes your weird |
[Feb. 20th, 2009|06:23 pm] |
Rules:
- open itunes.
- set playlist to shuffle.
- press play, that song will be the answer for question one.
- hit the "next" button TWICE, which will be the answer for the next question.
- repeat.
OPEN CREDITS:
The Blood Brothers: my first kiss at the public execution
WAKING UP
Gorillaz: 19-2000
FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL
Sleepytime Trio: Like my plain
LOSING VIRGINITY
Bright Eyes: Ship in a Bottle
FIGHT SONG
You and I: Saturdays's cab ride home
BREAK UP
Day At The Fair: Darkness washed over the dude
PROM
Matchbook Romance: If all else fails
LIFE
Ima Robot: STD dance
MENTAL BREAKDOWN
The Shins: phantom Limb
DRIVING
Blink 182: Story of a lonely boy
FLASHBACK
Alexisonfire: It was fear of myself that made me odd
GETTING BACK TOGETHER
The Early November:The course of human life
BIRTH OF A CHILD
Edison glass:Ready to come home
FINAL BATTLE
AM/FM: A best man (put my girlfriend on fire)
END CREDITS
Postal service: Sleeping in |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|09:40 pm] |
work is closing down 600 hundred stores which may include some layoffs
lets hope for the best |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 14th, 2008|06:55 pm] |
ps. I have been finally excepted in the art world.
after cratique of my final project 12 kids from class asked to purchase my pictures.
I wanted some of there so I print traded the ones that were willing and the rest got nothing. |
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[May. 14th, 2008|06:49 pm] |
i bought a lot of used cd's
Indian summer
Sleepytime Trio
Get Up Kids
Milemarker
Fugazi
swing kids
The city on film
sunny day real estate
and a couple songs off itunes... well three songs
I wanna go home now. so someone come pick me up.
on a real note
I'll be home for summer on the 18th/ this sunday
I can't wait. I'm tired of being here, and getting really home sick
so yeah.
happy new summer |
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[May. 12th, 2008|05:23 am] |
you know i am so anxious to go home. to start back where i left off, and remove this thin gray film over the days that have passed. I can't wait for the feeling of being around everyone, and around her. It's so close that i can almost taste it, im so damn exicited.
may 18 could come quick enough |
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[May. 11th, 2008|10:20 pm] |
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i need to bite my tongue and crawl under this boulder for a while. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2008|07:55 am] |
day 3 of no sleep. and i think i am going to die.
8 pm is bed time today or when class sucks what ever comes first. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2008|02:36 am] |
to the people who act like they give a shit but the second i open my mouth they talk down to me.
yeah fuck you.
exculding a hand full of you. HS kids
to the kids from my high school days , just fuck off don't pretend like you even give a fuck. you left me so I killed you. |
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[Apr. 16th, 2008|01:02 am] |
I wish i had friends like you do. Cuz they always seem to make you look cool.
so I guess this is what its gonna be like till i get back home to you. The nights just seem so dull, and the morning sky has never been quiet that blue. So say say goodnight. I'll be back in the summer, Just please promise me
you will always be, the one that make me
keep up the crooked smile. and waltz in empty street.
just promise you will be there when the train stops somewhere near home. |
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| yeah, yeah... it takes a real man to get cabbage raw. |
[Apr. 8th, 2008|12:01 am] |
i wish i had something to write home about. something to tell people.
but i don't. I really don't it kind of sucks
but i saw you i would try to tell you something interesting, I would fail at it. but i would try
you know, I just fail at any social scene. |
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| Rant like the addict that you are, then cut for the lawn. |
[Mar. 21st, 2008|12:27 pm] |
and on my birthday, on my birthday I will wish to never see my 21 or anyone or anything
and on my birthday, on my birthday I will wish to never see my 21 or anyone or anything
so I hope I'm Berried in the front lawn, with the leaves on top and the snow compacted by your feet.
and on my birthday, on my birthday I will wish to never see my 21 or anyone or anything
and on my birthday, on my birthday I will wish to never see my 21 or anyone or anything
so I hope I'm Berried in the front lawn, with the leaves on top and the snow compacted by your feet.
and on my birthday, on my birthday I will wish to never see my 21 or anyone or anything
and on my birthday, on my birthday I will wish to never see my 21 or anyone or anything
so I hope I'm Berried in the front lawn, with the leaves on top and the snow compacted by your feet. |
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[Feb. 17th, 2008|07:48 pm] |
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ps. braid mother coma-patient |
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[Feb. 17th, 2008|07:45 pm] |
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welcome back to the wind tunnels. Yesterday was the first day that i worked and it was pretty nifty. I have not had a problem with anyone and at work and we all seem to get along pretty swell. lets hope for the best. Colleen left today. but it was still pretty cool to see old friends again. the good ole' denny's kids. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2008|03:12 am] |
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apparently i can talk irish with a bit o' jack |
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| her eyes like fireflies |
[Dec. 14th, 2007|12:50 am] |
you caught me like a firefly, told me everything is alright.
but you forgot to punch holes in the top of the jar.
i still try my best to glow as bright as the day you caught me.
but my little wings cannot carry me anymore.
and my lungs can't support me
this air is so thin
you caught me like a firefly, placed me in a jar and told me everything is alright
i'm resting at the bottom, and gasping to not blackout. one more glimpse and i'm off through the glass |
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| sorry Livejournal... |
[Dec. 12th, 2007|08:29 am] |
Surprise, surprise Im still alive but your birthday wishes all just died.
You closed your eyes and blew out the candles, prayed to God that Id be strangled,
anything to never hear me again. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2007|05:08 pm] |
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I have not found what it takes to be, what i need to be. |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2007|07:00 pm] |
fuck me. i hate my brain and how it makes thing turnout, even when they may not be that way.
my brain always fucks with me, i should get a new one or stab this one.
stop the heart kill the brain...
now smile and feel better. |
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