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[03 Apr 2005|02:24pm] |
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you can't win. there's no right or wrong answer. there's no way of explaining it. i'm a sucker, you're a sucker, and i don't mean the sweetest tasting candy kind. say one thing, you're one thing. say another thing, you're a different one thing. that's all you can be. a one thing. it's not easy being a one thing. you can't win. we are all scapegoats. a scapegoat is not an animal... but we are. so is a scapegoat an animal? as i said before, i'm not giving suggestions, ideas, excuses, metaphors, similies, answers, conceptions, or interperetations. i'm not giving. you're not getting. you're not giving. i'm not getting. it's not just a cycle. its more than a cycle. it is more than just a sequence, or a revolution, or a period, or a series, or a succession, whatever you would like to call it. it's many different things, thrown together in a sort of 'chicken noodle soup'. my ingredients are different that your ingredients. we all can't have the same recipe. don't take this out of context. the five senses sometimes just aren't enough. a 9th or 10th sense would be nice. if we could go 12, then let's go 12. i'm not going to reiterate. don't be stupid.
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[21 Dec 2004|03:47pm] |
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promises provoke lies.
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[01 Dec 2004|06:11pm] |
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i have a feeling. i'ts not that much. it's not worth that much. call it irrelivant, and/or call it self-evident. it's not that good, but the feeling is just being felt. what makes a feeling a feeling? what do you call the feeling you get when you, lets say, leave the iron on, or get a bad haircut, or don't like the way that a person says the word "cappucino". it's not anger. these are bad examples. what is the feeling called when you, lets say, get a glass of apple juice, and get downstairs to play nintendo, but you realize you've left the refridgerator door open and want to shut it before your dad sees it and accuses you of irresponsibility? these feelings are not the ones i'm feeling. these events are just thrown off the top of my head, except the one about the word cappuccino; that one is true (for me). don't ask. i'm glad to see you all again. it's nice.
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| loose ends, lose again (type 2) |
[12 Nov 2004|06:28pm] |
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honestly, i am debating whether or not the word "unlimited" is a real word. sure, in any english book or dictionary you will find this word with a dash followed by it's meaning, that's not the point. i'm not talking about cell phone minutes, i'm not talking about wire blades for a weed-wacker, or even about charlie and his lifetime supply of chocolate at the factory. this is meant to be implied, and you won't figure out what i'm speaking of, because thats just the way that it flows.
so hooray for instigation!
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[02 Nov 2004|06:57am] |
i don't feel like starting a 'livejournal political dispute/uprising', so i'm not going to say anything about anything, for now.
but i have my views, nonetheless.
chyaaa
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[23 Oct 2004|09:18pm] |
i am having one of those "punch any thing" days. i'm not using my fists, but rather my thoughts. i am accepting of others, but i am not approving of others. can't anyone think for themselves anymore? am i just old fashioned? why do things have to have such a mockery made out of them?
what is important in life? personal opinions are welcomed.
i have pressed the backspace button more times in this entry that i have in my entire life. i want to type more thoughts, but politics and being "politically correct" stand in the way of viewpoints. so i will hold back.
like i said, tonight is an awful night. i won't sleep, i can tell.
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| "people in glass houses sink ships." |
[13 Oct 2004|09:56pm] |
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if you try to put me up on that podium, i might have a few things to say. problem is, i can't be put up on the podium. compare them to street signs. yes. the kind on the streets. they point in the right direction, they do their best to please everyone. they represent different viewpoints and understand hardships just like the rest of us. they will tell you whether to watch for falling rocks or school zone. of course, a car traveling 80mph will pass the sign without taking a second glance, and when they get lost, they wonder why they didn't take the left on 5th street or head west on 275 instead of east. who do they blame? the signs. its never their own fault, but fault of the puppets that society has turned the signs into. one sign will tell you where to detour, the other will tell you get off at the next exit. one sign will say slippery road ahead, another will say bridge may be icy. they sure are quantity. but they can't be quality.
i apoligize for those of you who just took 3 tylenol. i'm sick of complaining of not having any money, maybe its time i just got some. yeah, thats what i'll do. maybe.
happy birthday john felis, my bro from day one. i think tomorow i am going to central to watch their band rehearsal. they are in the top 5 in the state. our band probably isnt even on the list. it's quite frustrating. it might be raining outside. i swear i just heard it for a second.
late.
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| on the blue shore of silence |
[08 Oct 2004|10:50pm] |
"Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed thorough weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue agian like morning."
- pablo neruda (1904-1973)
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| concerto of the desparado |
[03 Oct 2004|09:20pm] |
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notes to myself:
a.) 12lb bags of sunflower seeds DO NOT float
b.) when a light is off, it is best to keep it off unless its your room
c.) polar bears don't wear good disguises
d.) the word 'crisis' ends in isis
now that i have those out of the way, homecoming was yesterday. it was a nice time. and party time was lovely as well. i wish everyone would dress nice like that more often. all the ladies look so preeeeeety. someone is calling me! i dont know who it is.
bj totaly kissed me ......... weirddd.
hahahahaha
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| accident, inadvertance, chance, luck |
[27 Sep 2004|07:16pm] |
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i had a thought. not neccessarily a "dream", but we'll call it a "dream", just to make sure my thoughts don't wander too often and to make sure that i am still sane. in this "dream", i was below a bridge. it was dark and raining. on the bridge was another bridge. my goal was to find a way to get up the first bridge, and find the easiest way to get up the second bridge. i did not have a latter, i did not have pogo sticks. but one thing to my advantage was that i had a giant "human slingshot", if you will. the slingshot wasn't big enough to put more than one person (myself) in/on it. to make sure that no one thinks of me as a complete moron, (let me specify that i'm working out the details of this as i go along, which will make it easier to understand for you.). back to the story, i was trying to get onto this so-called giant "human slingshot", but i noticed it was too large for me to try to get enough... momentum... to send me far enough to reach the first bridge. i was not a strong enough person by myself to propel myself the entire distance. i needed help. but i couldnt get a hold of anyone, because normally when you are below a bridge there arent' many people there unless its a troll or a bum or a great uncle of a great uncle. basically what i ended up doing was,.... well i never really reached a conclusion on an ending so this story really doesn't go anywhere. but the moral of the story is, you're pretty freaking screwed if your friends are not there if you need them! and you know that everyone has had this happen to them more than once, more than twice, and maybe more than 3 times. i would like a glass of orangejuice now thank you
the end.
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| misadventures/missed adventures |
[20 Sep 2004|09:41pm] |
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quite the weekend, no?
i get to go to new york for a few days of spring break. i dont believe i've ever been to new york city, but i went to buffalo and ate buffalo wings and rode a buffalo in buffalo. in about another 2000 years do you think that new york will develope into old york? and a new york will be a new new york, and the latest york will be much better than new (old) york is already? lets hope so, because a city can't really be new for too long. states either.
do you know what i decided today? do you? i decided that before i die, i am going to be on a big stage with thousands of people around me, and i will not be a rockstar just then, but rather, i will be sitting at a black grand piano and i will be wearing a tuxedo, and the orchestra and i will be performing rhapsody in blue. don't call me strange, i want it just as bad as you want to "be an astronaut" or maybe as bad as you want to "find a new species of fish" and i could go on for a long time. if this ever happens you will all recieve tickets and i will gladly invite you to come and enjoy.
i also belive that with every letter i type, the sleepier i get. so right now im just geting tireder and tierder annnnddd tiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrreddddddddddddddeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddddddddddddddddd iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mmmmmmmmmmmm going to x out of livejournal planet now so goodnight.
late.
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[13 Sep 2004|08:57pm] |
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not feeling so swell lately. i dont know if im coming down with something, or if something is up thats getting to me. hard to tell.
i drew a picture today, and i was gonna paint it but i realized i dont have any paint. its quite a picture to look at, if i do say so myself. but i probably won't show you, only because it's one of those things. forgive me.
i realized today that sometimes its hard to be creative. some people try too hard and other people just are plain bad at it. creativity is the closest thing to an art form that i can think of, some might even consider it a science. most of the times creativity is accepted, but the other times, all you can say is, time and a place for everything, and "the flow" is better to go with. keep in mind when you are floating down a rocky river in an inflatable plastic raft.
goodnight (to this side of theworld)
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| in security. insecurities. |
[09 Sep 2004|06:35am] |
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person X: why did you do what you did?
person Y: im sorry, i made a mistake. forgive me please.
person X: psh ya whatever
is it true that if person X deserves and apoligy and person Y gives one, that person X should have enough inside him/herself to accept it forget it and move on? its almost a common thing now, people not accepting a simple apoligy. if person Y means what they say, its person X who is at fault.
what SHOULD happen:
person X: why did you do what you did?
person Y: im sorry, i made a mistake. forgive me please.
person X: its ok. lets play jenga!
late.
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| you dont have to be a genious to have empathy |
[07 Sep 2004|02:38pm] |
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things have been getting decenter lately. returning to almost "normal". i'm working hard in a sense and trying to keep my grades at a high level.
sometimes its hard to realize that things shouldnt always go your way. but if life was a sailboat on the calm water there would be no such things consequences, agreements, disagreements, no solutions, no questions, and of course, no answers. so here's to you, problems, for making life that much better but that much worse.
innovation is key... and so are key rings.
and with that, im going to go create an ice cream cone with what i like to call... "hand crafti-ness".
(also, i wish i had super man ice cream)
late.
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| fight fire with fire (extinguishers) |
[04 Sep 2004|01:12am] |
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hello there. well, i told you i would have a new livejournal, eventually. i have returned to posting, as you can see, and i apoligize for everyone who may have "anticipated" that my new journal was going to be quite a showcase and really nice looking and everything. sorry to say, but its simple and i enjoy it. yes, i've wondered back to livejournal land - population : 26 hundered billion (just about). i hope my writing interests you, but i won't be too upset if it doesn't. leave anonymous posts, but nothing mean. i don't mind. no fighting (if you remember my old journal, you know what i am speaking of). so what im about to do right now is get a lot of shut eye, since school was off today, par-tay time was a day long event, give or take a few hours for reading, sleeping, cleaning, and what not. have a nice night.
one more thing. don't ask what my livejournal name means, thank you kindly.
late.
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| YIKES |
[28 Aug 2004|06:13pm] |
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