| Daydreaming at Night is bad for your health |
[Mar. 30th, 2006|11:09 pm] |
from a hotel room in dublin, ireland::
So after hours of shopping throughout the streets of dublin today/night, i've come to the conclusion that ever since i've turned 16, it's been an unwritten rule that stores to can't carry anything that i like, fits me, or is affordable. Anyways, theres few things comparable to the way dublin looks at night (breath taking). Spring break went by way too fast, and i had a lot of fun in the irl, but im kind of excited to get back home too.i started writing my book the other day too..a few passages will probably be posted here soon. im looking forward to getting back on working on band stuff too. hopefully if joe kept his word, we have the first 3 songs recorded minus bass and vocals. i really think its gonna surprise a lot of people.
someone help me from feeling paranoid.
until then, see you on sunday and/or monday
PS- im gonna start posting on here more often now, this time i promise.
AND my irish cousins are fantastic. |
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| Sir-Kids-A-Lot |
[Jan. 29th, 2006|12:03 am] |
at this point, im more fitted for the "killed crew" than "kill crew". The funding for Operation Self Discovery just got cut. Its funny...in every shituation im in, my friends have always been the rock that i climb onto for safety...but at this point the closest thing i have to a rock is the organ under my chest beating faster than the "i'm sorry's" and "just kiddings" that your mouth is constantly pouring out.
You're at the 2 minute warning in the 4th quarter of the semi final game.
You're down by 6.
You've got one Chance left.
Your last five chances have resulted in turnovers.
The fairweather friends are already packing up and leaving their seats.
maybe you could make this one work and change everyones minds.
maybe. |
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| this is the way i fall apart |
[Jan. 22nd, 2006|10:53 pm] |
the only thing worse than having so much to say
is not being able to find the words to say them in |
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| been gone for a minute |
[Jan. 15th, 2006|02:45 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  naughty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the sounds of animals fighting | ] |
sorry i havnt updated in so long
i was out of touch and out of reach anyways
and yet theres so much to tell
so until then,
toodles |
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| you're almost as lost in life, as i used to be in you |
[Jan. 4th, 2006|11:03 pm] |
i wrote you that note, you simply wrote me off.
and whats funny is that you think "us" would be even more awkward than how things are now.
i don't know who i feel more sorry for, me or you.
"close your eyes, and think of me. i'm taking back everything." |
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| these days are numbered |
[Jan. 4th, 2006|01:35 am] |
i've been too lazy to update this lately
but i pretty much want to put the rest what i said a couple entries ago.
i love my friends.
i love my life.
im in a good mood now, so theres nothing else to say
winterbreak was pretty fun.
except for the 2nd week
what had me so happy the first week is the exact same thing that had me so down the second week.
oh well. your excuses are more like rocks for you to hide under anyways.
"best friends, ex-friends, better off as lovers."
PS-everything in quotes means that its NOT from this here noggin.
oh yeah, and whoever posted comments calling me a "emo faggot"...post your real name next time instead of anonymous. if you cant even tell me who you are, dont bother talking shit. truthfully, i got past that shit in like, freshman year. and thanks for reading my livejournal too , it just shows me how intrigued you are by my life |
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| honestly, who am i kidding, i love my life |
[Dec. 30th, 2005|03:22 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | madison | ] |
sometimes i say things i regret including the headline of the last post.
i love my life, and most of the people involved in it.
sometimes there's just setbacks, last night being one of them |
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| fuck my life |
[Dec. 29th, 2005|01:10 am] |
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| |  depressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | who cares | ] |
"tonight it's cant get much worse vs. no one should ever feel like this again"
i'm so confused right now that thats all i have to say
i hate the way tears taste. |
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| no one should ever feel the way i do now |
[Dec. 29th, 2005|12:58 am] |
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| | depressed | ] |
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| | Brand New-The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot | ] |
i dont think i've ever felt more miserable, frustrated, hopeless, and confused as i am right now.
...not to sound emo or anything.
why do i have to be a round-about and not a one way street?
why does everything in my life have to be fucking rocket science? |
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| forget what you know |
[Dec. 28th, 2005|12:19 am] |
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| | The Morning Of | ] |
sometimes i think it's better to just forget everything you thought you knew about someone and give them a clean slate. i know this isn't really poetic or witty or anything, but it's a very simple concept that a lot of people take for granted. i looked around and realized that some of my best friends used to be some of my worst enemies.
7th Grade, Sir-Dips, and even Yak have all been demised at one point in our relationships together.
I've just been thinking about alot of stuff like this lately, and how everyone deserves a 2nd chance...and first impressions shouldnt be your last.
Every day from now on ill be making one of these:
Typical LiveJournal Post- So today me and beale worked on our recently founded project tentatively titled "Sycamore". so far the best way i can describe it is acoustic/synth. after that we went to taco bell and it kind of turned into one of kill crew's many "emo sesh's". around 20 minutes after i thorougly digested my meal, my ass decided to wreak havoc on my underpants via a shart...(joke). then we went to the vfw show but i was in a shitty mood so we went to krispy kreme so i could indulge myself in some sugary bliss. then one of the few highlights of the night occurred when me, 7th grade(tripoli), and sir-dips(novotny) tried catching a glimpse of little dipper(beale's) enormous "member" which resulted in I, Trainwreck breaking a glass bottle all over the bathroom, and consequently probably tearing someones feet to shreds. after that we went to my house and simultaneously watched sin city and played music.
then at around 12, i did one of the hardest things i've done lately. instead of "gutsonkeyboard" it can pretty much be summed up as "gutsonnotebookpapertothegirliadore"
hopefully we'll be hearing more about that in the near future. |
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| no one leaves until we figure this out. |
[Dec. 23rd, 2005|01:22 am] |
lately, i feel like i've been reaching for something that isn't really there.
like i'm watering a patch of seedless dirt.
whats worse is that i know it just as much as you do
it's times like these where you make me feel about as nonexistent as the world is when i hear your voice.
I'm taking deep breaths to pass the time, but you're just counting them off, and throwing them to the side.
maybe i'm just lactose intolerant to love. its something everyone else needs and despite how much i want it, it just does me more harm than good.
you're praying that i come up short but you know in the back of your head that i can't quite get anything done the way i want it.
In Other Words:
i feel like the crooked picture frame with everyone smiling inside.
the one you walk past every single day.
the one you think is perfect.
the one that you never notice enough to fix.
"and did i mention it stings like hell due to the fact that we could have something that will never happen? |
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| i can't stop pretending that you're forever mine |
[Dec. 18th, 2005|01:30 am] |
lately i've been looking forward to things that may or may not happen. usually fate isn't on my side, but i got my fingers crossed this time. go see king kong if you havn't seen it already. it wasn't airplanes that killed the beast, it was beauty. i'm seeing it again tomorrow, i'm pretty excited. what has me even more excited is christmas, you're the only thing on my list this year.
and until i get it, i'm nothing more than a tree with lights only on the side facing the window.
i can't see the ocean for miles, but somehow my feet are soaking.
sorry if none of this makes sense to you, it's not like you're not used to it because every time i talk to you, my mouth sounds like a car crash. |
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| this is more of a checkmark than an entry |
[Dec. 6th, 2005|09:20 pm] |
just to prove that my livejournal wasn't just an excuse to bitch about...bitches, im just making this post so that my loyal readers dont think ive forgotten about this.
ive been extremely busy and have been writing a ton so a lot of it will soon make its way onto this here livejournal
stay tuned |
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| i think it's funny how you giggle so hard at a joke that's on you |
[Nov. 15th, 2005|09:31 pm] |
so basically everything(see last post) that has plagued my mind for the past few days is gone and im myself again. It's all water under the bridge even though it's left me swimming upstream in the same murky waters. if it werent for my amazing friends, (whom i feel invincible with) it would have been a lot harder dealing with you (whom i feel invisible with). My friends are amazing though and they're basically my antidote to every hard time i see myself going through. hopefully this weekend has better things in store. band audition tomorrow and then there's that other girl who knows all the ways to make my stomach turn.
<3 dan |
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| all your favorite songs are about girls just like you. |
[Nov. 13th, 2005|02:37 am] |
Once again, everyone was right, and i was wrong. But what do you expect from something that felt so right? At this point, you're 2 for 2 at ruining my weekend, congratulations. Maybe you weren't leading me on as much as i was myself. I wanted this so bad. I needed it. So i created it. but at the last minute, right as it was nearing perfection, it self-destructed, setting me right back at step one. Second chances are like alcohol. if they're put in the wrong hands, it can be fatal. We hit a hard storm early on, but then we saw clear skies and it was smooth sailing until we hit unchartered territories. We only tasted each other for a second, but that sour aftertaste is still there. I've done this so many times it should come routine to me. The only muscle in your body softer than your ass is your heart. You're constantly schooled in common sense, but i'm enrolled in the same class.
In other words, you hit the brakes right as we were leaving the ground and the damage couldn't be any worse. |
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