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[Jun. 24th, 2007|04:11 pm] |
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We have fun |
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| Changed? We'll see. |
[Jun. 13th, 2007|10:10 pm] |
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I stayed home and did nothing today. For the first time in my life, I hated it. I felt like I was wasting every second of it. I kept thinking of all the things I could be doing. |
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| N64 Years |
[May. 20th, 2007|05:32 pm] |
Summers spent with Bond
With our faulty analog
Always at your house |
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| No me gusta texting. |
[Mar. 30th, 2007|07:23 pm] |
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Remember, text only when there's no way you can call. |
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| As you can see, this girl has some credentials.... so listen to her. |
[Mar. 29th, 2007|06:12 pm] |
Emmy the Great is Emmy, Noah, Tom Fiddle aka T-bone aka Thomas Crown aka Big Fiddles
Some quotes about us:
"....singer." - Time Out
"....acoustic...." - NME
"I am going to poison the girl." - Colin Roberts, editor of Drowned in Sound
"...anal probe..." - london lite (three star review)
and, just in from world famous Vogue magazine:
"...some stupid kid..." |
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| Please don't forget my name |
[Mar. 25th, 2007|08:55 pm] |
some things can never be explained
why every sky still looks the same
and i wonder how my world would look without you
some things can never be explained
like how our scars remain the same
and i wonder how the sky would look without my star
sleep seems a dream away
and a year too late
words that can't be spoken
stream off my face
i want to be selfish
i want to be selfish
i want to be selfish you're my everything
some things can never be explained
why does your love remain unchanged?
cause i know it wouldn't be the same without you
sleep seems a dream away
and a year too late
words that can't be spoken stream off your face
i want to be selfish
i want to be selfish
i want to be selfish you're my everything
please don't forget my name
and take me with you when you leave
i've got a lot to lose
i've got to let it go
please don't forget my name . . . |
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| Stupid, stupid, stupid |
[Feb. 19th, 2007|11:44 am] |
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Today I looked in the mirror and asked "Why do you always talk to yourself?"... |
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[Feb. 18th, 2007|10:33 pm] |
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Today I had a strange feeling. A feeling of entrapment. As I sat in my seat, contemplating this, a picture formed in my mind. I saw my room, just as it is now. The computer was on, the lights were off, and my favorite red chair sat a bit askew from my desk, warmly welcoming me to join with it. There was one thing that was not quite right though. The door to my room was open, light from the living room flooded in, and the iron bars of the prison door cast an eerie shadow on my bed. My room had become a prison, a place where I locked myself day after, doing nothing in particular, just existing. As I sat there, I realized the door had momentarily opened, i was free to break out, to create, to discover... to do anything I wanted, and I wanted everything so badly. |
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[Feb. 18th, 2007|04:53 pm] |
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I'm bored, but too tired to do anything about it |
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[Feb. 12th, 2007|08:09 pm] |
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I danced with kelly. I need to widen my knowledge of sappy love songs to sing. Any song suggestions? |
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[Feb. 12th, 2007|06:42 pm] |
So what's going on with me? Let's see.... Umm... I have no love for Ms./Mrs. Lahriss.... or however you spell that. Oh, i'm going up to Mississippi on the.. 22nd.... i think. I'm pretty pumped about hanging with Nick (Things won't change).
Right now I'm listening to Bob Dylan.
I wrote "Fuck" on my knuckles... I meant to write "Fuck You" but I never got around to it. I Think I'll put "Fuck Off" instead. I need india ink so i can tattoo something on myself. People should give me some ideas for a very small tattoo. Probabaly about the size of a penny to the size of a quarter. And I gotta figure out a good place (on my body) to do it.
Hmm... what else to ramble about. I heart Dylan.. oh! *lightbulb*
My Mom, and Dad and I went to see Pan's Labyrinth... it's reallyreally good. The we went out to Hard Rock Cafe (it was my Mom's bday) and I had a Cajun Chicken Sandwich.... soo good. We walked around, and i coveted many items, such as one of Dylan's guitars (That's why the lightbulb went off).
I just found out Kelly probably can't make it to States... how gay is this... wtg tfa. Anyways... I'm going, have a funfilled, orgasmic day! |
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| I'm so bored. And I have a thing about revolvers. So that equalled late night writing. |
[Jan. 29th, 2007|12:00 am] |
Revolver
Hey big time
Bang shoot
You’re down
Hey big time
Put your finger on my trigger
Bang shoot
I’ll knock you out
I got the recoil
I’ll knock you back
I’ll knock you out
I’ll knock you up
Haha revolver
You can’t handle my caliber
I got bullets up my barrel
A hair trigger
I don’t pack a punch
More like sledge’s swing
I got the recoil
I’ll knock you back
I’ll knock you out
I’ll knock you up
Haha... Revolver
Pearl handled and pretty
I’m sharp I’m witty
Bang shoot
And six bullets to boot
I’m a hell of a gun
Babe you’ll know
When you shoot me you’re done
Have mercy on your soul
You can’t handle me
But everyone from here to West Coast'l try
Cuz I’m one hell of gun
Haha Revolver |
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