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| 12:51am 30/09/2006 |
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mood:  le tired music: Hellogoodbye - All of Your Love
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Oh hey, I didn't see you there. How are things?
Interesting...
Ok, what has happened lately. Well, I took my sister to her first concert. Hawthorne Heights...yeah...awesome...
Their show literaly gave me a headache. They had six giant camera flashes going of every, oh I don't know, .0000000002 seconds. But I showed my sis how to dance at a show during "Saying Sorry", the only song that I, unfortunately, know the words to. Plain White T's did all their new stuff. I wanted to hear Stop, but oh well. Got to see Tom after his set. It's always good talking to that guy. Fucking playing the State Theatre and making sure to go around to everybody at his merch table to sign stuff and talk to to people. I complemented his fame and he seemed very flattered.
I turned the big 2-0 last Friday, so I am no longer a teenager. I celebrated by playing Nerf gun wars with Kaveh and Chris at 3 in the morning. It was a great night. Between all of us, we only lost one dart. Carol gave me a book on how to make a film. Its been very inspiring, and she wrote a lot of cute notes in it which made me really happy. I wish se both didn't work so much, I haven't seen her since Tues. Le sigh.
Went to see Atmosphere in Grand Rapids with Kaveh. Great concert, I wasn't sure what to expect from a rap concert. I was plesently surprised. Front row, screaming, all the usually stuff. Except, the songs just gome out rapid fire. Like no real chit chat between, no set list. Kaveh was giddy as hell afterwards.
That's about it I guess, see you next month when I update again.
Carol = Heart |
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1 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "Kiss me once, kiss me twice. Come on pretty baby, kiss me deadly!" |
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| 01:20am 22/08/2006 |
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mood:  tired music: Reel big FIsh - Kiss Me Deadly
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What's up bitches? I mean people...not bitches, how silly of me. That's just awkward now, addressing my friends as bitches. That's not nice...
Anyways, I'm doing great. Me and Carol are awesome multiplied by itself, which makes us awesome squared. She has been eating up a lot of my time, and that's totally my fault. I've been neglecting a lot of people (bitches) and I'm sorry, when I don't work and have more money, I will get out more.
Speaking of money, a new job is in order, making $100 on average is killing me. Buttsex is not my bag, especially from my job. And now that Chris and Jen are gone, It totally sucks ass now, I'm the only East Detroit kid left.
I hate Samual L. Jackson, with a passion. But can't help but respect what I knew he was doing from the beginning. He new this project sucked ass, he new it. He knew it was the dumbest movie premise to ever be concieved. But he also knew he was SLJ and he could say whatever the hell he wanted to draw more people to this movie. He knew if he kept talking about how badass this movies was he could get all the internet nerds to go see the movie, cause he was mothafuckin Samual L. Jackson. He could cuss and pracitcally do whatever he wanted, besides give out the ending, to sell this movie. And he did. He did the impossible. This movie would've bombed if he didn't do what he did. You're gonna see a TV special on this in the future. E! THS: Snakes on a Plane.
Maybe I should cast him in my first movie.
Carol is motherfucking awesome.
That is all for now. |
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4 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "I'm so far along and i just don't need you, I am so alone..." |
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| 08:27pm 06/07/2006 |
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mood:  aggravated music: Tegan and Sara - Speak Slow
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An update on the Emobile. Turns out my timing belt broke. Of course, at first I said it was a belt, and it would have to have been the one I couldn't see. Also, and this is the fun part, my water pump stopped working. That in itself is not expensive. But, he has to take the whole front of the engine off, and labor translates into $. All in all I'm looking at $450 worth of work to be done to the car.
Just to give you perspective... I have about $100 in my bank account, and expecting under a hundred on my sweet 15 hour paycheck.
Also, my dad says if he finds anything more serious wrong with the car after he takes the front off, he's just going to scrap it.
It's ridiculous...
I need someone to talk to...
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| "You say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me..." |
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| 02:22am 06/07/2006 |
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mood:  Ughhhhhhhhhhh music: Rilo Kiley - The Good That Won't Come Out
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Dear Emobile,
Please, don't die. I really need you right now. Our life togehter is just starting out. How else am I gonna get from point A to point B without you? Don't I treat you good? Don't you love me? How could you be so selfish? I REALLY wanted to see Streetlight Manifesto, like, a lot. How can you go from doing 70mph and then just die me. How can you do that to someone, especially with other people in the car, I know they didn't appreciate that. Luckly I didn't have to work, that would have sucked.
If you pull through this I promise to wash you every week, at the self serve carwash, not those scary automatic ones. I'll put more air fresheners in there so people will compliment you all the time. When I get the money, I'll put new tires on you.
Don't leave me now car, you're all that I got...
So yeah, my car died, literally. It commited caracide. Driving down 75 on our way to Clutch Cargos to see Streetlight and Reel Big Fish, it died. My tach went to zero and wouldn't start up again. SO I called Kaveh, who is a godsend, to take my passangers and my ticket to the show... 2 hours late. I feel like such an asshole for that. Becasue I said I would drive and failed miserably. Called my dad who called a tow truck, waited about an hour for it. Towed it all the way back to Eastpointe to take it to a mechanic who reminds me of a giant penis, and acts like one, too. Not so he can look at the car then, no I have to wait while he fixes hotrods and other cars that look a lot cooler than mine. I believe it's gonna be a fuel pump, or something else I don't have money for.
I want to smash my head in with a brick. |
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3 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "Maybe when I'm done with endings, this can begin..." |
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| 12:17am 28/06/2006 |
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mood:  complacent music: Something Corporate - Punk Rock Princess
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WANTED!
Someone who will cut my hair for free/cheap. And by cheap I mean like buying you a cup of coffee or something. My hair is getting too long and I need someone I trust to cut it. I would go to a salon type dealie, but I love my hair so much, it would be like going to a car salesman.
Hair stylist: So you want a trim?
Me: Yeah.
H.S. : Well for just 10 bucks more you can get a professional conditioning.
Me: Ok, do that too.
H.S. : Oh, and while were at it, why don't we just use our X-Special conditioner. It's made with....unicorn horns...and...soft fairies to make your hair extra soft. Of course, all that comes from the land beyond time, that's gonna cost extra.
Me: Sure sign me up!
You get the point. Cheap/free haricutter for me needed. Inquire within. |
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3 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "But the lows are so extreme, that the good seems FUCKING cheap!" |
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| 04:27pm 23/06/2006 |
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mood: fucking pissed music: RIlo Kiley - A Better Son/Daughter
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Dear Mr. Fuckbag,
Thanks for breaking the window of my dad's company van. And also, for stealing over $50,000 of company equipment. That was totatly awesome of you.
How about you break into our house next? Just an idea I'm throwing out there.
WTF?! Seroiusly, I lived in the westside of Detroit, a block away from the projects, for 14 fucking years. We left our front door unlocked on a daily basis. You know what happened? Nothing... nothing fucking happened. Not one break-in, robbery, can-I-get-some-change guy... never. And now this?
What's next? No I'm asking, what the fuck is next? Do I have cancer? Am I going to get fired? Is the bank going ot take the house? Seriously, what's next?
I'm fucking speechless. |
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2 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "In one fell swoop it came clear to me, I despise you entirley!" |
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| 07:10pm 18/06/2006 |
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music: The Spill Canvas - Lust a Prima Vista
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Hey David what was the best part of your day?
How about when my mother decided she was going to pack up all her shit and leave my father.
Awesome, he must have known about this for a while now?
Nope, it's awesome because she just left without a word, taking my sister with her.
Cool, well maybe now he'll realize how badly he treated her.
Oh it's cooler than that, he's going to get pissed off and yell, probably break some shit, too.
Awesome, you like yelling!
I sure do. Especially when it comes from my parents.
Well maybe you can talk to someone about your problems?
Nope, the only person I felt comfortable confiding my problems in dosen't want to talk to me anymore. She thinks I'm "obsessed" because her other, "newer" freinds drilled that idea into her head. Without even knowing our past or our relationship as friends. Amazing what you can learn just by making assumptions, they're almost as good as FACTS! Except for the people like me who get screwed in the ass by "The Facts."
Well, maybe this will all blow over and you'll be happy one day.
No, because I'm forever screwed.
I think God's motto is "Go fuck yourself."
Maybe I'll update again when I finally lose my fucking mind and nothing matters any more. Probably when a .50 calibur slug pierces my skull. |
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3 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "Once a page of a clander is turned it's no more, So tell me then, what was it for?" |
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| 05:46am 13/06/2006 |
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mood: sleepy music: Bright Eyes - A Scale, A Mirror And Those Indifferent Clocks
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It's a quarter past 5 ...am. I still haven't fallen asleep yet. For some reason, I can't. Nor do I particularly want to. I hate dreams. I hate them. They are the worst experiences of my life.
I'd rather go back to the day I had nightmares. The days where the scariest thing in the world was my basement. Seriously, I had some pretty fucked up nightmares about that place when I was a kid. One time there was fire comming out of it like it was a portal to hell. Another time, I found a secret doorway which led to a group of monsters living in my basement, they promptly tied me up and held me over a vat of what I assumed to be acid. Not to mention the dream I had where it looked like a scene out of Nightmare on Elm Street: Lighting in the background, a screeching cat, lights flickering on and off. I still won't go down there when the sunsets.
I miss nightmares. I miss wanting to wake up. I devised plans to wake myself up, too. Like on Eternal Sunshine, when Jim's character lays down on the ground and opens his eyes with his fingers, I did that. It worked surprisingly well. Got me out of a lot of sticky situations, like when Jason is coming down the hall to kill you.
Now, I spend entire lifetimes in dreams. I live out a beautiful life. I'm successful, well liked, I have a wonderful wife. It's all perfect, until I wake up. it's the most terrible thing the mind can do to a person. It's trying to help, but in all actuallaty, it's hurting me even more. I used to have dreams where our dogs didn't fight. Dreams where I met the right person. Dreams where I'm a well known director. Entire lifetimes, vanished. Gone forever in the endless abyss that is my mind. Of course I have the dreams where I live out my movies, and those are wicked awesome. But in all, my dreams are just a cruel joke.
It's like someone putting a hundred dollar bill in my hand when I fall unconcious, then as soon as I wake up, they take it away from me. Every night.
I talk to people I haven't talked to in ages. People I miss dearly and hope one day, I'll meet up with again. I do things I can't do in this world. I am what I always wanted to be. But it's not real. It's a fabricated world based off of events that have happend in my life time, thoughts I had, hopes I had. None of it is real and it kills me everytime I realize that when I wake up. It's over. No credits or closure, it just ends. It's not fair.
I'm constantly waging war with myself. Waiting for the day I don't wake up, and just continue to live the dream, or just end the madness. I hate myself for living like this. I need something else in my life. I need the credits, I need the closure. Most of all, I need happiness.
I don't want to live in dreams anymore. I want to live a real life.
Do you still hear songs and think of me, like I do with you? |
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5 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "We were a stroke of luck, we were a gold mine and they gutted us." |
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| 06:36pm 06/06/2006 |
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mood: crushed music: Bright Eyes - Gold Mine Gutted
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I always like to think these days will never come. I like to put it in the back of my mind, because even the thought of it brings tears to my eyes. It's something I've gone through many times in my life, but it never gets easier. It's these days I dread.
My dog, Kuki, was put to sleep this morning. She went toxic due to organ failure and got to the point where she couldn't move, eat, or drink. From what I was told, after the first shot, she tried to get up, fighting it until the end. She never wanted to leave us. I never wanted her to leave.
Kuki was probably one of the smartest dogs we had. She didn't just understand words, she understood sentences. If you told her mom would be back on tuesday, she would be lethargic all weekend, but when tuesday came, she would perk up right before mom got home.
She was loyal to a fault. One of the best dogs we've had, my moms favorite. Kuki always seemed to favor mom, too. Her and Twikle didn't start to fight until we moved here. Some of the greatest moment I got on tape is those two in the backyard at our old house.
Jumpng up and down on the gate, scaring the new people who came in the house, your unhealthy obsession with Kongs, attacking the bag of dog food when I chased you around with it, the scar I have on my hand after I tried to break up a fight between you and Twinkle, the days in the old house when we first got you and you had to sleep on my bed, how mad you got at my blankets when I crawled under them and made crying noises, how you thought ice was the greatest dog treat ever invented.
And most of all, on your last days here, when I would walk past you and call your name, you would still wag your tail to let me know that you were still with us.
I wish I could have done a lot more for you, because you did a lot for me.
I'll never forget you Kuki puppy, never.
I hate this, I HATE THIS!
R.I.P Kuki (98' - 6/5/06)
I'll miss you puppy. |
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| "And now we proudly present, songs perverse and songs of lament..." |
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| 06:05pm 30/05/2006 |
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mood: ecstatic music: Cursive - Some Red Handed Slight of Hand
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I don't plug many websites, there's not many I go to on a daily basis, but I feel that this is one of those websites.
A while back, I think last years Valentine's day, I found a website run by ZeFrank. He had a great video explaing his thoughs on valentines day, many of laughs were had, enough so that I reposted the video on my myspace this year. After a short while I went back to his site and found that he host an online one man show of sorts. It is the funniest thing I've seen, ever. Seriously, this show, for me at least, is the epitome of hilarity. Since I know most of you probably never heard of him, I'll post the link:
ZE FRANK: Thinking so you don't have to.
That's his latest one, but my favorite is this.
Check them out if you have the chance and prepare to have your day made. |
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2 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "Try to name one thing you like, you used to have such a longer list..." |
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| 02:08am 26/05/2006 |
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mood: melancholy music: Bright Eyes - A Line Allows Progress, A Circle Does Not
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All the poeple I hated because of you, I seem to have no problem with now. Worst of all, all the people I liked are gone as well...
I know a lot of you won't take this seriously, hell even I don't in some respects. I was thinking of joining a branch of the armed forces. Probably the Air Force. I mean, it seems like a smart move. They pay for my board and cloathing. I'll get paid quadruple what I get now. It'll get me out of this place I've been stuck in for so long. I don't think it'll give me the direction I want, but it will give me some sort of direction.
I'm just tired of the same old life, same old town, same old job. I want something new and exciting. I don't like sleeping in till 3 in the afternoon because I have nothing else to do. I don't like living from paycheck to paycheck wondering how I'm going to get stuff paid and still live a comfortable life. A life I live alone, with the same bed I fall asleep in every night. I want to be a director, but how the hell am I supposed to get there? It's a pipe dream. It's a dream I can't accomplish because I can't get motivated enough to put forth an effort. Why do something so big for myself? Why try and build a life if I'm going to be the only one in it?
I don't know. I'm tired. I have to wake up at 7:30 to continue this "life." |
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9 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah! It takes control and slowly tears you apart." |
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| 01:29am 18/05/2006 |
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mood: aggravated music: Phil Collins - Invisible Touch
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I don't know why, I don't know how...but I love Phil Collins and Genesis. I don't know if at some point in time I was made to listen to him on loop and it got embedded in my brain...or I have an unhealthy obsession of wanting to do punk covers of his songs.
So my new car is pissing me off and making me happy. I got my plate in the mail today...it is officially the Emobile. Also, the repairs on it may cost me up to $900...that makes me want to kill it. And that's not covering the fact that I NEED to put new speakers in it.
I need a new job. Working in a factory 10 hours a day, for awesome pay, and dumping all my money in some crazy stuff like neon light for under my car...
I feel like crap 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I need direction in my life. Like my life is constantly falling away from me.
Oh well, I'll get over it I guess. |
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8 Kid(s) touched the house |
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| "Drones work hard before they die, and give up on pretty little homes." |
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| 10:11pm 04/05/2006 |
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mood: awesome music: The Faint - Agenda Suicide
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Dear friends and family,
It happened, I've been drafted...
I know, I couldn't believe it either. It's devastating for me too, but on the other hand, I'm helping my country. I'm not really sure what kind of information I can give out without being court marshalled, so I'll stick to the basics they told me.
It's with the Pacific Rim Forces Army Corp. Or "P.R.F Amry" for short. What I'm about to show you is highly classified, but right now, I could care less...
They sent me a package.
Included was the key to winning this war. My own personal control sytem to be used in my new Vertical Tank, or as the call them around here, "VTs".
VT's are what we call Mechs, or just giant robots with guns attached. They're a sight to behold. standing next to one can send chills down you spine. Being in one during operation is a sensory overload.
I can honestly say I've gotten the hang of it so far. I smuggled a camera onboard during one of our training missions. What I'm about to show you, very few people have seen. It's as awe inspiring in this pic as it is in real life.
My mission isn't clear yet, but what I gather from it, the United Staes has lost military power over the rest of the the world, and I'm here to even the odds a little.
I don't know where I'm going. I don't know who I'll meet. Most importantly, I don't know if I'll come back. But tommorrow is another day, and maybe one day soon, this war will be over, and the fighting will cease for good...
Love always,
David
So I bought Steel Battalion for the Xbox bitches, get ready not to see me ever again! |
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| "Sweet Marie, there's a hole where your heart should be.." |
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| 12:18am 03/05/2006 |
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mood: lethargic music: The Anniversary - Sweet Marie
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I guess I should post a real update.
Bright Eyes is going on tour again...in Canada...2 hours away...
I'm so gonna try and go tickets are like $30 canadian...so with the current exchange rate...that's like $10 U.S. dollars. It's fun, canadian money is like Monopoly money!
Final Fantasy: Advent Children has been out for a week now. I own a copy, watched it. It's awesome. The dub is pretty good. The movie is hXc awesome and kicks an unorthadox amount of posterior. i still wish Arieth would come back though, but I guess the end was good enough.
Other than that, I haven't seen "Brick" yet. Ugh, damn you "Hills Have Eyes!" I hate it when movies kill off dogs, makes me want to walk out of the theatre.
The new car I was supposed to get fell through, so now im on the search for a new one. If anyone knows of some good cars or a place where I can find good cars for under $1000 let me know, it will be greatly appreciated.
Oh, and I will be coming across another $1200 to play around with. I'll probably hook my new car up a little bit and put like $600 in a savings account. i want to use the rest to buy either a guitar or a camera. I'm not sure which one yet. I need suggestions from both camps. One hand, I really want to learn guitar, but on the other, I know if I get a camera I'll be more motivated to make movies.
That's all for now I guess.
Oh, and drink Coca-Cola because Pepsi sucks! |
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| "This is the reason you're alone. THIS IS THE REASON YOU FALL!" |
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| 01:05am 27/04/2006 |
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mood: fucking pissed music: Brand New - Okay, I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't
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It's going to be one of those entries. Yes, one of those. Filled with curse words and emoness. The kind of entry you can only make when your taken, broken, and left forsaken by the worst of the worst. The very essense that made you what you are, has left you for dead. The worst part? THEY DON'T EVEN FUCKING CARE.
You don't love me the same way? Fine. I got over it.
You're busy a lot? Fine. Just show that you haven't forgotten about me.
You want my advice? Fine. I'll give it to you.
You need someone to talk to. Fine. I'll be there.
You want to completely ignore me and throw me out of you life?
FUCK YOU
You had me waste two years of my life for this? To say "Fuck it" over the phone. No goodbye, or hope things work out for you. "Hey, maybe one day things will be good between us." Nope. Not that, why the fuck would that happen? I mean, you only said I was one of the biggest parts of you life. Fuck that. How does it feel to use people? How does it feel to be surrounded by people WHO DON'T LOVE YOU? Who act just like you do and move from person to person. Social leeches. A curse upon the world, and all of our houses. You just take and take and take. Never giving anything unless neccessary to continue your feeding of off other peoples attention. Leving only to prey one more.
I stopped telling you what you wanted to hear, so you didn't want to hear anymore. I hope you're fucking happy. I hope you continue to be happy behind a false guise and even faker friends. I gave you my ALL. I am emotionally exhausted. My nerves are shot. My feelings are more than hurt. But you know what?
FUCK IT
I know people who are ten times greater than you'll ever be. People who appreciate me for being who I am. An unconditinal lover. Someone who gives and asks for very little in return. A person with morals and defends them on a daily basis.
I hope this eats at you forever. I hope you realize exactly what the hell you did. All the people who you continue to do this to. I wanted to tell you that no matter what, or what was going on between us, I would always be there for you.
FUCK THAT
You screwed up. I will never forgive you for what you have done, and will continue to do. Sad part is you may never realize this. All these words will be wasted on someone who dosen't deserve it. Like all the words we told each other. Meaningless. What else should I have expected? Compassion? Understanding? You don't even understand yourself. You become the very person you hated. It's very poetic in some sick twisted way that only this universe could conjure up. A saccrine sweet love song played off key until its unexpectedly cut short. That's how it ends. That's how we end. Hope it was fun for you cause it was fucking hell for me. Every single fucking day of it. You wanted this ending, and now you have it.
Go tell everyone how I'm a dick and obsessed. Fuck, tell yourself how I was a bad person from the start. How all I am is a waste of time. Do what you want. I don't fucking care. This is the closest to closure you're going to get from me. Move the fuck on like you wanted to anyways.
Goodbye forever. This is it. No last call. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. Just know that I loved you for all I was worth. Like it's all that I had. I never wanted it to end like this, but there is no other way now. You won't listen.
You never did...
"You are my sunshine,
my only sunshine.
You make me happy,
when skies are gray
You'll never know dear,
how much I love you.
So please don't take my sunshine away." |
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| "The best time I've ever had. Waiting around for something bad." |
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| 08:05pm 22/04/2006 |
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mood: chipper music: The Bravery - Fearless
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I just went through a lot of my older posts. It's amazing that I've had this thing for over two years now, that's like a relationship. If only it knew I was cheating with myspace. Sorry baby, I can post more information about myself and pictures. I just don't need you as much anymore.
I was REALLY bipolar back then. Every post is like "I'm happy!"..."I HATE THE FUCKING WORLD!!!!"..."I LOVE LIFE!" and etc. I must have really sucked.
I don't know if I should recap yesterday. I mean it was awesome, but one of my more random days...nevermind...I can feel the recap comming on now...
So "Brick" was pushed back ANOTHER week. Just 'bout pissed me off. So the main part of my day was cancelled, oh well, next week. But I still got to hang out with Star, which made it all better. We went to Barnes & Nobel for a bit. Where we came upon "The Bible Answer Book" by Hank Hanegraaff. I know what your thinking "Hey, I have questions for my faith, this book must have the answers!" Oh boy, and it does...
Qustions like "What happens to people who don't know about Jesus?" In short, they go to hell. That's right his thinking is that "they are supposed to seek him out." Brilliant, they're supposed to look for a person that doesn't exist. Other gems like "Are evolutionist racist?" Apparently, yes. Based on the opinion given by ONE evolutionist. Fucking brilliant. Screw the whole 9 out of 10 dentist recommend...no if one does, that's good enough. Among a list of other screwed up questions about homsexuality, atheism, holloween, and of course "Should Christians celebrate Christmas?" This book confirms my Atheism.
Needless to say me and Star had a great time reading the questions and answers aloud, all the while trying hard to stifle our laughter. Definately good times.
Then, I introduced Star to the goodness that is Mongolian Barbeque. I swear I popped a lot of that girl's cherries...wait, that dosen't sound right. Or does it!? No, she enjoyed it... now I can't stop the innuendoes. The dinner was good. There David, try making something sexual of that!
We then met up with the whole group of ALex, Dan, Michelle, Chelaine, and I always forget the other names... I'm a bad person. Anyways, They're all vegetarians, and we meet up with them at, where else, Comet Burger. The irony was too much to contain in words. Blah, blah, blah, squirell dance, improv comic, DOGGIE!, getting late, so I take Star home. Turns out, I have a chance to meet a real live Aztec Indian. Really! CAN'T PASS THAT UP! So, I go with them to meet "Tom" the Aztec Indian. Oh man, that guy needs a tape recorder recording on his house 24/7.
At first he seems like a normal guy, really nice apartment. It decorated with various native american items. Usually that stuff looks gaudy, but I really liked the setup in his apartment.
Anyways, Tom cannot stop talking, about anything. We watched "The Last Samurai." He spent the entire movies figuring out what other movies Tom Cruise is in. Then we watch "A Day Without A Mexican." Oh man, you would almost swear he jumped the border himself. Every scene he would point out what the movie was trying to explain. Like how mexicans do a lot of yard work, how they pick fruit for the farmers, or what was being explained in every scene...THE MEXICANS HAVE DISSAPPERED.
All I could do is look at Star and snicker. I mean, he's cool and everything, but he can't stop talking. Hell he was talking when we left the apartment, talking to us through his window as we were getting in the car, even when we got back to her house, he was on the phone! And her mom drops a bomb, "You should see him on a hyper day." Hyper day? How? I don't want to know, but I am intrigued. Star knows a lot of intersting people.
Oh and aparrently, I don't eat enough, so her grandmother and mother make me eat two pieces of pie, a donut, some popcorn, ice cream. Probably some other stuff too, but I think I may have forgot due to food overdose.
We then proceeded to stay up until like 2:30 looking at one of her photo albums. Makes me wish I took more pictures in my life. I think maybe 20 pictures of me exist with me in them, and maybe 10 of the have me as the main subject in them.
I had a great day yesterday, hopefully we can do it again soon.
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