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[Mar. 11th, 2006|06:11 pm] |
What a great fucking week. Sorry i havent been keeping up with this LJ thing, it's a hassle. I updated just for Dianne because she's riding my ass as we speak. Anyway, it's finally spring break so i have a little time to re-cap. Okay so James is coming tomorrow night, The Cult concert is tonight but i think they sold out :/ however, my make up is fantastic, and friday-saturday was swell. I got invited to a party downtown Houston tonight also and some good people are attending so i'm more then likely going to make an appearance. I want to dye my hair still. All in all, life is running very smoothly. Fuck yes.
Um, note to all of you who keep adding me on myspace: quit. I hate that shit. Don't add me if you're not going to contribute anything to me personally or my little insignificant page. -sigh-
What else... oh yeah AFI IS ON TOUR. They're coming to Houston, JUNE 30. I'm so fucking there \m/ The new album [apparently] is complete so that should be released soon, I hope. (What's the deal, guys? Gaw!) |
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| [Memoirs]. But the future is superlative. |
[Jan. 27th, 2006|08:13 pm] |
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| | At Night - Shakedown | ] |
Time is ephemeral, and they speak in tones only saints can hear. But I know I can’t hear a single pitch yet I am content in my inability. But atlas, among the decayed scent of capricious annihilation, and the ever so quickly dying light in the sky, you took my hand. You took all of me. I am nothing but lucid at the effervescent depictions of Fate, playing a hand in my fortune. I can ONLY breathe the same air as those who writhe in sorrow and deplorable unrest. I'm at peace...
But to this proverbial disease, my ailment, only an astringent taste is left behind. Move on.
no one gets this shit anyway, like 5 people have already told me "man that was great, but i didnt catch a damn thing" Don't worry about it, i ramble to myself on this piece of shit, thats all. go back to sleep.
[edit] its 1:32 a.m. and all that's in my head are pictures of you. |
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| Tell me, do you see something wrong with this image? Well... there's SOMEONE ELSE |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|03:45 pm] |
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So you’d never believe me unless I told you straight forward, the only way I can. I’m trying to go back the same way I came out, and it’s hard to tell the difference when the resolution doesn’t matter and everything’s counting on you to set it at an equilibrium. “Complication” is less than appropriate in this circumstance. But there’s something missing and I’m anxious; I’ve found it in the wrong place, however I’m more than willing to see you. I have to.
You put me in a state of amazement and you know its true by the tone I respond in. I’m completely smitten by your presence, more than ever ready to come face to face. You somehow lift the weight and the burden from me. |
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| Tanz zur Zerstörung. I spin kick better than The Man himself. |
[Jan. 10th, 2006|07:20 pm] |
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| | satisfied | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Chrome - VNV Nation | ] |
YES, even if you don't have a LJ, you can now comment on these entries. I fixed my default. Comment away.
I rule on guitar, no questions asked. I don't give a shit who you are, I don't care what you say... I am the riff master. But anyway yeah, I couldn’t help myself from putting that in this entry, it’s completely irrelevant. But this is a great post, I encourage you to read until the end. No one’s complaining. So… it turns out more people read this thing than I thought, and I’m only updating because some people asked me about it, and if I’m ever coming back. So here I am, by a not so popular demand. From the last consensus only about 20 people read my live journal, and a good 40 check out my xanga on a regular basis. I’m amazed because all I do is rant about how everything sucks. Which is does, my life goes by at such a fast pace, it’s unbelievable sometimes. I always think it’s dragging ass through the week but when I really look at it, it makes sense. Teresa and I walked to the park yesterday and like 5 minutes down the street this guy just starts smacking his wife in the head and yelling at her. I was fucking floored. One because it’s not everyday this shit happens and two because men shouldn’t hit women. I was disgusted to say the least, and so tempted to use Teresa’s phone to call up the cops. He was bitching about, “don’t you ever talk back to me!” and -I’m guessing it was his child who was standing right there in the drive way just taking it all in. Not saying my childhood was peachy, but jesus christ. Appalling doesn’t even describe it.
Boy, sometimes I wish you all could see the world the way I do. I live in a wealthy area of town, my family very recently bought an expensive house in this immaculate neighborhood, and no matter where money takes you, I’ve realized crime follows. If you read the entry before this, you would have never guessed I had any money. But the more money an area has, the more criminals you run into. I pull up in front of mansions and lock my car door because I don’t trust these people. How can I trust anyone? I can’t even trust myself to walk into a store and buy pants that fit me right.
It’s madness I’m telling you. |
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| What do you mean, "I aint kind"? I'm just not your kind. |
[Jan. 1st, 2006|03:28 am] |
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| | Peace Sells - Megadeth | ] |
I’ve just gone fucking network-happy. But live journal is just one more thing I can take care of in my spare time. So last night, I spent the new years with my best friend’s family and Wilson, which is better than spending it at home, and around 4 AM this out of control beagle next door to Teresa’s house just starts howling like a madman, and I thought it was Teresa for about 10 minutes. Then I realized it was a fucking psycho dog, so I went back to sleep. It was so loud, believe me. But before new years, I got word that some kids have been going around in my neighbor hood blowing up cars. I couldn’t help but laugh, and at the same time I was glad to hear SOMETHING was going on in this deadly, monotonous part of town, even if it was arson. It was all over the news and what not, I couldn’t find the crime scene though, god knows I tried. Then to top everything off, some guy at Sonic, around the corner from my house, got shot three times for telling some asshole kids to stop driving around in circles. Fucking unbelievable, yeah? Christ. Well, until next time. Be dangerous. |
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