I'm in a good mood, and I can't tell why.
For if I do, I might cry. haha
PS I wish I could put many emotions down, instead of one. It's that mixed emotions happy-ecstatic feeling after you have sex -- and you're in a good mood for about a week -- but I didn't, and that's ok. But it can never happen again, except I kinda wish it would. Hope that's not bad? I think I'm living in the wind.Humeur actuelle:  happy-estatic sexy Musique actuelle: Keane - Bedshaped |
Some new updates since it's been awhile:
I'm leaving for Amsterdam in 20 days.
I got a bowflex about a month ago.
I finally got my digital multitrack recorder.
I'm getting a Dell hopefully in the next week.
Halloween's just around the corner... no idea what I'm going to do yet.
With that said, life's been pretty eventless lately. I hung out with Mandi and Liz the other night, that was pretty fun. It feels like everyone else is ignoring me. Hopefully not, but who knows. I really don't care right now. I'm pretty content. I'm trying to stay busy, so I've been working on recording some new music, and hopefully after Christmas I can get a mic preamp with phantom power and some condenser mics so I can start recording lyrics to go with my guitar and drum work. We'll see how it goes.Humeur actuelle:  busy Musique actuelle: Local H - So Pathetic |
I just had a dream that I had a penguin for a pet. Then I woke up to complete disappointment as this was no longer true.
Of course, in my dream penguins really could fly.
 Humeur actuelle:  crazy Musique actuelle: Paul Ellis - The World Ain't Slowing Down |
I've been thinking lately that maybe I shouldn't care so much about anything anymore. I've been getting pretty stressed out lately, and I'm not really sure why.
I've thought a lot about what's going on with the friendship between Emily and me, especially today. I've been getting mad at her, when I really shouldn't be. She feels like she's the only one whom I let it out upon, but that's really not the case.
The truth is: I know she cares about me. I know that she's there for me, and I know I've been a complete asshole since I've started standing up for myself. I'm confident that acknowledging this will help strengthen our friendship, and hopefully it will help me respect her more. She hasn't asked for anything else. She hasn't asked for anything, using words, but I can tell by the way she acts that there are some things she expects of me. I'm her friend for a reason, and I'm not going to let anything change that. I really do care about that girl, and I wish that I could let her know, sometimes. It seems difficult to say what I mean to say sometimes, because people have been reacting pretty strangely to what I've been saying.
Maybe it's just me.
Outside the light of that, I've gotten an application to Barnes & Noble, and I'm thinking about working there part time while juggling my taxing job at the Olive Garden. I think I'll be happier with a more secure paycheck, on top of what I make on a day-to-day basis.
Things are getting better, and I can't wait for them to finish straightening out.Humeur actuelle:  determined Musique actuelle: Red Hot Chili Peppers - Tell Me Baby |
I drove around tonight for the first time in a long time. It was nice to get out of the house today. I was disappointed when my dad took the car for the day and I was not able to get away. I spend every waking moment here and I don't really enjoy it.
I thought about a lot of things that I haven't thought of in awhile. At first, my purpose for driving around was to get some food at McDonald's. McDonald's soon turned into Wendy's. After Wendy's I began heading towards Ararat St., but soon changed my mind. I stopped and thought for a moment, then turned around. I was going to take the long way home.
When I got to just before the reservoir, I decided to keep going. As I passed each turn which would take me home, I continued driving. I was on a roll, and my thoughts were finally releasing themselves out into the wild. Worcester became West Boylston; West Boylston became Sterling, which soon became Princeton; that became Sterling again; then Holden; then Princeton; then Rutland; and then home. I turned around several times, so that I would keep going, but wouldn't be too far away.
I drove around for an hour and a half. Looking back, I think that all of the driving that I did should not have taken so long. I guess it could have, though.
Once I was at the other end of Sterling, near Leominster, I turned around and went up 62 towards Princeton. I took a left and found myself at Legg Rd. I didn't want to go home, though. I turned around and went towards Princeton.
When I saw the Princeton sign, I suddenly remembered Lauren's friend, Kristen. I can't recall what her boyfriend's name was off the top of my head, but I remember so much about spending time between the four of us: Lauren, Kristen, I, and what's-his-face.
I've spent so much time focusing on the bad things that happened back then, and trying to forget them that I haven't really taken the opportunity to look at what good happened. Nothing is left of what was good from that time period, but the memories remain.
The specific instance I recalled tonight when I was at the Princeton line was skipping Homecoming to go to Kristen's house, or was it Whatshisface's? I think it was Kristen's. I remember Whatshisface chasing ducks around, and the four of us standing around a barrel fire. I was going out with Lauren then.
It's been almost five years. I don't even know what I've been doing with my life for the last five years. I know that I haven't accomplished much. I don't feel like I have at least. Have I really wasted all of my time?
A lot of my life has been dealing with someone screwing over someone else, and if it isn't my friends then it is my family. With all of that, I really haven't had the opportunity to do much. I think I need to get out of Massachusetts.
For as long as I can remember, I never wanted to live in Holden, but I have. When I drive around aimlessly, I pretend I live somewhere else. I've always wanted to live in Sterling or Princeton for some reason or another. I think for the most part that it is because I never really liked living off of Main St., across from a police station. It makes me feel confined; but then so does staying indoors all day.
I am concerned that my wings have been clipped because I'm sitting here, wondering what ever happened to me. What is it that I did to deserve so much confusion. I think that if I had lived in a small town, my life would have been quite different. My friends may have been the same, but I would be different.
I'm faced with insecurity everyday. I'm confident in myself, but not in what's around me. People get mad when I blame them, but it was never my choice to have happen what did. I never asked to live in a house crumbling to the ground, or have a mother abandon me for her selfishness and alcoholism. I only asked for a normal life.
There are those who would argue that normal is inexistent, but they're wrong. There is a certain level of normality that is life, that all people deserve. There are those less fortunate than I, but growing up in their surroundings makes them stronger, meanwhile I feel weaker. I'm a caged animal.
When I was driving through Sterling, I thought about three of my friends whom I never speak to anymore. They were all my best friends, and I miss them terribly; at least the friendships. I'm sure they've changed and forgotten about me, but so little has happened between now and when I saw them last, I haven't had the opportunity to forget them.
Reb, whom I met at the Sterling Fair one year. I wasn't the best person to her in the begining, and she distanced herself pretty fast. I always felt like there was something in our friendship worth keeping, though. The way she would react sometimes to what I would say would make me question whether we really did have a friendship; but sometimes she was a great friend.
Emily, from Chorale. I went out of my way to introduce myself to her, and up until we didn't speak anymore, she continued to be the nicest person I had ever known. Quiet, but then I guess that's why she came across that way in the first place.
And finally Catie. My biggest memory about her was when she took me out on my birthday, and we went to Bertucci's together. I sometimes remember it when I go to work, since it's so close by. Some really stupid things happened, and we didn't really talk much for a long time. It was about two months ago that I messaged her, and we straightened things out. Though we're still friends, something is missing that used to be there.
None of my old friends really have time for me anymore, and that kinda hurts. The way I deal with it is just putting the thoughts out of my head entirely, and try to forget them -- but I won't, because I can't. These were all people who had influenced my life so much. You can never forget any of that.
On my way up Wachusett St., through Rutland and out of Princeton, I thought about when I used to ride. I miss the feeling of being on a horse, and I miss riding holding on with nothing but my legs. It seems like so long ago, and it was, but two years really isn't a long time. I hate always being busy and never having money. I need to get my life on track, and finish school.
Now that I've been writing this for half an hour, and time is flying like it's going out of style, I am going to put this to rest.Humeur actuelle:  nostalgic Musique actuelle: Rolling Stones - Under My Thumb |
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So I got another number at work today. I would be tempted to call regardless of my previous encounter; however, I think she looked like jailbait, though she was attractive, but there goes that idea.
I'm trying to not be frustrated with so much stress right now. School's last day is Monday. I have so many things to do and not a lot of time to do them. For this reason, I'm going to keep this short.
At least I know people are still listening, and that's important to me. Sometimes it feels like communicating with a wall, but there's always someone listening.
29 avr 2006 @ 18:49
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Je prendrai des leçons russes commencer lundi pour l'été. Je suis très impatient. J'espère que j'apprendrai beaucoup. Les choses sont très folles, mais elles s'améliorent lentement.
With that said, I don't know what else there is to say.
28 avr 2006 @ 23:38
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My conscience is tearing me apart. I cannot possibly describe how terrible I feel about this.
I just really need a friend right now, and I wish it was you.
I wish you would call, because I somehow wouldn't feel as bad as I do now.
I would be able to say sorry, and that's all I want the opportunity to say.
I don't care if it's all I that can say.
I didn't mean to be so stupid.
I didn't mean to be so bad.
I didn't mean to feel this useless.
I wish I never made you mad.
Still, I wonder why is it bothering me so much?
I don't even know you, but I hope you can watch me graduate.
24 avr 2006 @ 21:31
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For some reason, I keep looking forward to the Super Bowl. It's not as if I really have any plans for it. I just really like looking forward to it. It's exciting.
So things have been going pretty well lately. I can't really complain about too much. School is going well, and even though I am getting sick of it here, I am going to rough it until the end of the semester. I'm going to do well.
I don't really have much to say today, except that I've been having a longing lately that I haven't really paid attention to in awhile. A good three years, I would say. I could go on hours about it, but I really don't have a point to.
03 fév 2006 @ 10:19
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| » Dear Santa |
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I need a new car.
thank you.
15 jan 2006 @ 23:27
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I once took lessons in Oom Yung Doe, lessons in horseback riding, lessons in dance... I don't do anything now. I've decided to start saving up, and instead of buying all of these new CDs that I don't need, I'm going to get my lessons back, because I want to accomplish something. I am never going to accomplish anything by doing nothing. I want to be something more.
29 déc 2005 @ 10:24
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| » Zebras |
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I feel like I'm sitting at a computer in 8th grade, and a few minutes go by, and I'm awake 22 years old.
Where has my life gone to?
I keep having sneaking feelings that everything that I've aspired to become has been a lost cause, and that the entire time that I've been trying to live my dreams that I have since lost hope and I have missed out on a lot. I've spent the better part of my life trying to fit in. I was trying way too hard to be who I wasn't. I am a fake, and I am lazy.
I have a good idea, though, and I will change.
Who am I?
26 déc 2005 @ 23:25
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I just realized as I was looking at Rebecca Poppins, errr Powers... There are a lot of senior pics of people that I don't have. A random thought.
26 nov 2005 @ 22:30
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| » And I'm half the man I used to be, but I'm more than you'll ever see. |
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Today was fun. I went to school. I sat down and talked with Jess. I didn't really know how to explain things to her, so I did the best I could to just accept things. Maybe it'll suddenly dawn on me about how to say what I really wanted to say. Meh, I won't stay too focused on it.
I hung out with Lucas and Cheryl during the school hours. I only had one class today.
I was looking forward to something all day: hanging out with Sarah! Well, it wasn't the only thing, but it certainly was a big part of it. I just got back a little while ago, actually. We went to Friendly's. [thanks Dani!] It was really good, because I haven't seen her in a long time. I don't think I can exclaim how cool it was. I miss the friend I had in her. It's been awhile. Hopefully sometime again, soon! For now, we'll just keep truckin'.
Alright, well let's keep this one short, shall we? I'm off!
17 nov 2005 @ 19:05
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| » Space, boy I miss you |
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I had a dream last night that I travelled to France. I spoke French, English, and Chinese. It was some sort of class trip, though, I am unsure of what class it was for. I saw several people there that I knew that aren't in any of my classes. Jess, Liz, and Sarah were there, among others whom I cannot remember at this time. I talked to Sarah and Liz last night for the first time in awhile, so I think that had a lot to do with that. I'm definitely trying to rebuild friendships with them. Things got a little lost along the way to where we are now. The same thing happened with Catie, but we haven't done anything since my 21st birthday.
These are the memories that I miss:
Liz - Talking every night on the phone, talking about things that happened to us, and generally about everything and nothing at the sametime. Things that made us happy, and things that made us sad. I ended the over-three years that we didn't have much to do with eachother. It has been a long time since Liz and I have hung out. We were best friends.
Sarah - We would talk a lot online, until I finally drove out to South Hadley to visit her. Most of our conversations were spent on the internet, and some were on the phone. I feel as if I sacrificed the friendship because I was somewhat dumb last year. We were becoming pretty close friends. No one's perfect, though, and at times I can truly be retarded, but not always!
Catie - We were good friends, and she was my best friend for a long period of time. We would talk about a lot of different things, and always had fun together. I don't blame myself so much for this one, though I do place part of the blame on myself for things not working out quite right. Quite right? We don't talk anymore.
Kerry - One of the coolest friends I've had. It felt like she understood everything, and when we would hang out, things would be awesome. We've grown apart from eachother over the past few years. We were really good friends for awhile. I'm not really sure why we grew apart, but definitely a good friend that I miss. I could always count on her to go to all of my shows, and probably the only one who ever always did. That was my favorite part about her, because she always made me feel wanted, and supported.
Rachel - My biggest blunder that I could not fix if I wanted to. First impressions are everything, even when you've known the person for four years prior to meeting them. Most people would be like, "Online? Are you dumb?" No. She was the best friend that I have ever had. I went down to Texas as a democrat, yet I was the most conservative of all of them. I was not open to anything. Rachel and I had an understanding for eachother. We knew exactly what was going on in eachother's lives. To me, that was the most important thing that I could have ever asked for.
I've had a lot of great memories in my life. I don't look at these things negatively, but I do look at them curious about what happened. If I could go back to change it, even if it meant risking losing everything I have today, would I? Probably the only time I will ever say yes to that question, although I do love my friends of today. If I had a chance to live my life over, I would make sure that things would not turn out so badly. Everyone makes mistakes, and I don't want to change those. I would only change the way I look at some things, a little bit. I could have been more open about a lot of things.
I am happy with my life right now. I enjoy those around me, and I feel like things are working out quite well. I am happy, and that is all that matters.
I thought it would be fun to write about my dream, since I woke up laughing. It was a good time. I hate it when good dreams have to end, but if I kept dreaming the same dreams, it would get boring eventually.
04 nov 2005 @ 09:43
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My last day at Uno's was supposed to be Friday. It is now going to be Sunday.
Today I dropped off an application, and within two hours I was hired for my new job. For the last two and a half weeks I've wondered if I was going to even be able to find a new job. I kept thinking about this one job that I wanted. I didn't do much in the way of going for it. I didn't really have the time or the energy to go out of my way for a day. Today, I did, though. I am the newest member of the Olive Garden family, and that rocks.
As far as other things are going with me, I can't complain. I like a girl at school, and it seems like she likes me too. She's positive, and that's important. I've gotten a new American Eagle credit card which I am putting to good use. I have a new haircut, and almost everything about me seems to be new. I feel cultured. I feel happy. I feel free. I do not feel bogged down like I've felt in the past. Uno's was stressful. My old life was stressful. I have a new life, a new job, possibly a new girl, and a life that fits me just fine. I am -- in all definitions of the word -- happy. I am confident that it will stay this way for awhile, too. I just need to keep focused on my schooling, now. I feel as though I don't need to worry about the future as much as I had been doing. Things are different, now. Je suis libre.
What makes you happy?
26 oct 2005 @ 23:55
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Maybe some day the world will understand.
Until then, I'll wait.
Simplicity is life.
06 oct 2005 @ 22:09
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I have not written in some time. To be honest, Livejournal, you bore me.
I have been spending most of my time working, going to school, and hanging out with some friends.
School has started up again, and I've begun seeing a lot of people that I haven't seen in a long time. Mostly, it's good to see old friends. Being back in Gardner, though -- I don't like it. It is a rundown city, much like Leominster, but not that bad. Hard to describe, I guess.
The city is not what is important, though. I think that things are different this year, for a lot of reasons. I am showing up to class, and I am doing my work. I am determined to do a good job, and nothing is going to stand in my way. I am proud of my workload, right now. I am proud of my accomplishments. I am still unsure if I am happy with who I am, though.
I am happy, and at the sametime I am not. I know how to be happy, and I am grateful for everything in my life. I am, however, vexed by the constant reminder that people are annoyed by me. This isn't a rant, or anything like my previous journal entries. This is more of a different perspective, and an observation.
I was a popular kid, once. I had a million friends. I feel like I do not match the popular persona, though. My first semester at the Mount was my best. People liked me, and everything was great. I was happy about everything. Things have changed, though, over time. Things are very different, really. I think I come across different than most people. I find it hard to communicate with most people on a personal level.
I don't like the easy group of friends. You know that group I mean. I don't want to be a goth. I am not, too. It is too easy to be friends with them, because they're so accepting of everyone except for themselves, most of the time. I don't settle for easy. Those of you who've had the opportunity to hang out with me know this. The girls I like are well above my head. I hold myself to high standards. I do everything considering how people will judge me, and therefore, I do my best to do everything well and punctual... and yet, I still find myself at the bottom of the pole.
pour quoi?
12 sep 2005 @ 22:25
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| » It's out there. It's out there. It's out there if you need me, I'll be here. |
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It has been awhile since I've updated. I've been apprehensive about writing very much of anything. That and slightly lazy.
Lazy... the word of the day, it seems.
Scenario:
I like a girl at work. I usually have a few small crushes on people. We all do. No big deal. What bothers me, though, is everytime I talk to her I'm a complete knob. I can't say or think of anything I would like to say, and she's quick to judge me as a lazy person. I learn some things better than others, and I am feeling frustrated. She is never going to know who I am, and that I'm not an idiot until she stops judging me.
It isn't easy. This has been on my mind a lot lately.
I don't really know what to do about it. I'm just about to give up on it. But then, I do care what people think of me. I know I shouldn't. But what does it matter if I do or do not?
I am standing still
24 aoû 2005 @ 23:01
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I'm 22 today. It seems that Dani was the only one [non-family] to remember. Well, I guess in she is family in a sort of way. :) She's so thoughtful.
So I went to Boston today. It was fun. I got to hang out with my brother, and walk around a bit. He bought me the new Coldplay CD. I also got a magnet that says "Republicans are people too -- Mean, selfish, greedy people." My dad got me some blank DVDs. I know I burn a lot of DVDs, but something of substance would have been preferable. He knows I like movies... And oh, what am I saying? It's the thought that counts.
I guess I'm disappointed. I wanted a cake. Dani said she was going to surprise me with one, so I know the thought was there from someone. I wish my dad had gotten me a cake, though. Especially because I was so upset last year that I didn't get one. I haven't had a cake in 8 years. It would've been nice to have a little party, too. I guess today just seems like the other 364 days of the year. Which is disappointing. The day just seemed to sneak up on me.
What I really really want is to go out tonight, more than anything. Everyone is busy, though. I just want to see some friends. I haven't seen any in awhile, and it feels kind of empty. Last year was more fun. I had a lot of people at my house, and I saw a bunch of friends. I guess it's much like this summer. I've spent so much time just working, and not really having time for people, or vice versa. Time with friends must be spent.
I'm not really sure what else to say... I know it's kind of late to say this, being 9:25pm... but if anyone wants to hang out tonight... umm, call?
Alright, I'm going now.
08 aoû 2005 @ 21:11
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I've written stories, poems, songs, lyrics, thoughts and ideas.
I've designed webpages, pictures, oil paintings, graphic images and photography.
I've done martial arts, soccer, dance, basketball, baseball, gone camping, ridden horses and stayed fit.
I've played games, watched movies, hung out with friends, talked for endless hours on the phone, and always have known there were people there for me.
I've acted infront of an audience, danced, sang, played guitar and sometimes made an ass of myself.
I've had a family, a caring brother, a distant sister, a trainwreck mother, and an unprioritized father.
I have had everything. I realized this just at this moment, while I was thinking about this. I have had things that I have wanted, and things that I have not. I never manage to take advantage of the things that are around me, even though everything is there. I have done so many things for which I should be happy for, and I am... but I always want more, and I know that there are those who are not so fortunate as I... and I always want more.
I have had everything that I want, and the reason why I want it all is because I've lost it. There are things that I would like to do beyond those things... but I have done everything that I have wanted to do, and for this I am content. I am alone, but I am content... and that's the way it shall be.
Nothing more...
21 juil 2005 @ 11:19
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Work has been interesting lately. I have been getting stressed out way too easily, and I don't like that. Once I'm in my groove, I can handle four tables with no problems -- but simple tables. Give me parties of two, I say. I don't like dealing with people more than three, because then I cannot handle more tables at once.
Everyone jokes about me shooting up the place, which kind of upsets me on a certain level. I would never do it. I wish I could tell them to stop, because it really isn't that funny at all. I just get really, really stressed when I have to do a million things at once, and they all have to get done that instant. I am getting better at focusing on more things at once, though, which is what this job is about. They're like, "you seem to be so stressed serving." and I'm like, "it's less stressful than hosting."
Serving is less stressful than hosting... it just takes a very long time. I hate how I ask people for help when they say they'll help me, but they never do. It's like someone saying they'll be there no matter what, except that all the times you need them there, they're always too busy to pay attention to the likes of you. I can handle it, though. I'm new at it, and I will just have to get used to it.
I really like the one person there who's actually nice to me. I've liked her for awhile, but it's just been one of those things that doesn't seem like it would work out. I know that if I were to say something, she would be like, "you're nice, but..." Perhaps there's another way to catch her attention. Or maybe it would be best just to look on.
I remember a time when I was so focused on memories of the past. I would live every moment, remembering, trying to get those moments back. I lost a lot of time doing that, and missed out on a lot. There are so many people out there who would love attention from you. So never be afraid to take a look at who is around you, because they may be the next person. No one will ever be able to bring those memories back. I just wish I never wasted so much time living in the past, when I could've been living for the present.
10 juil 2005 @ 11:20
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I have had this song stuck in my head for the past few days. It is probably A Perfect Circle's best song ever, and is definitely my favorite, right now. The energy in the song just fits everything so well... if you're happy, if you're sad, if you're pissed off... it's all there. So it's a song for all moods, and I think it fits me nicely. I guess I could dedicate it to everyone I've ever hated, and loved... and so I shall. There is hidden meaning it all of this, I guess... and so, to all my friends:
Here, it is Passive.
Dead as dead can be
The doctor tells me
But I just can't believe him
Ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your ability
To become my perfect enemy
Wake up and face me
Don't play dead 'cause maybe
Someday I’ll walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way
Leaning over you here
COLD and CATATONIC
I catch a brief reflection
Of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
TO BECOME MY PERFECT ENEMY
Wake up
[Why can’t you?]
And face me
[Come on now]
Don't play dead
[Don’t play dead]
'Cause maybe
[Because maybe]
Someday
[Someday]
I’ll walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way
Maybe you're better off this way
Maybe you're better off this way
Maybe you're better off this way
You're better off this
You're better off this
Maybe you're better off...
Wake up
[Why can’t you?]
And face me
[Come on now]
Don't play dead
[Don’t play dead]
'Cause maybe
[Because maybe]
Someday
[Someday]
I’ll walk away and say
YOU FUCKING DISAPPOINT ME
Maybe you're better off this WAY!
Go ahead and play dead
[GO!]
I know that you can hear this
[GO!]
Go ahead and play dead
[GO!]
Why can't you turn and face me?
[WAKE UP!]
Why can't you turn and face me?
[WAKE UP!]
Why can't you turn and face me?
[WAKE UP!]
Why can't you and face me?
[GO!]
You fucking disappoint me
Passive-aggressive bullshit...
24 juin 2005 @ 21:48
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Whoa, wake up call!
I just realized how much NOTHING has been bothering me lately, and how happy I am. I think it was my new job! Hosting is EXTREMELY stressful... so is serving, but it is much more routine than anything else. I got a headache yesterday after hosting. I had a long and tiring day. It was kinda eh... but yea.
I got a lot of money from my school for some reason, so I've been using it to pay off my debts, and then reestablish my credit. In other words, I'm making life easier to manage, without having to worry about owing anyone anything. It also means more money for me.
I only owe Charter and Southbridge Savings, now... and a million hospital bills, but I really don't care too much about those at this moment. I'll get to them eventually.
Ok... I'm getting boring. So anyways... everyone's sneaking suspicions of Bush were true, and he lied, and he sucks. I think they should do to him what they did to Mussolini. It would make sense.
And an Amendment to the Constitution that says flag burning is illegal? Where is freedom of expression going. It's either fully open, or fully closed, cause there isn't any in between.
Hello Goodbye!
23 juin 2005 @ 19:36
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