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[May. 23rd, 2004|05:29 pm] |
So friday night we left for camping. picked up rory and petes friend travis. so who all went,
me
my friend rory
peter
peter's friend travis
laura
(would insert laura's friends name here if she brought one)
eric
mom
it was fun. i loved just being outside. there was a mini waterfall thing, knida more just a river running down a hill over rocks etc. me and rory climbed some rocks, slid down a steep rock face, i landed at the bottom with a dirty butt, and stopped just before my groin slid right into a tree stump, it was very close. me and rory laughed lots, mainly stupid things, mainly me randomly shouting 'apples' in a raspy voice, and the man in the bathroom, who was there everytime we were practically, and from the sounds of it, pulled out endless amounts of toilet paper from the box thing. mom said that after camping her and eric were over, infact i remember them breaking up on the phone but him still wanting to come camping. she invited him in after camping and they talked, evidently they are still together. plus after he finally left, he returned, mom said to give back some pillow we left in his car, i think he just came back to kiss her. food was good, salmons 'amazing' salmon was mediocre, i dont like salmon. he is such a geek, brought a food timer, jsut to ensure it was cooked the correct amount, nice guy, you can jsut tell he's had his fair share of wedgies and swirlies in his time, and i'd happily give him more. he reminds me of a different looking version of dan kubas, a guy at our school just grown up, super geek who everyone hates because he is an asshole.
i missed andrea, she is back on msn now..not away. i am going to talk to her rather than type in here, bye and we left day early from camping, mom had migrane, travis had cough, lots of rain, and apparently now a tornado warning was i effect there as we were on our way home. thanks for fun weekend god, sorry i forgot to pray every night. :) xox |
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| across five aprils |
[May. 16th, 2004|11:10 pm] |
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i have concluded i truly love andrea gleason.
best song ever below, thankyou so much cheryl
across five aprils
Complete and total adoration,
My gift to you, my heart was yours,
In ten weeks you shaped it,
In one night you murdered it.
Torn from my chest and laid at your feet,
That first step that you took was the worst.
Since then you've walked a thousand miles in solace and short remark,
And I still have these memories,
But will never see what we could have been.
Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?
Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?
Remember, Cause that's all you can do.
We'll never make another memory,
We'll never make another memory.
I wish i would have died in your arms the last time we were together,
So I wouldn't have to wake without you today.
This time I thought things were real,
You said they were,
What happened?
You were a priority,
Was I an option?
I let you see a side of me that I don't share with anyone.
Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled.
Knew from the beginning all I had to offer you was my heart,
I'm just sorry that it wasn't enough.
So, we'll go our own ways,
And hopefully you'll
remember these things i've told you,
Hopefully you'll understand that everything I said is in sincerity.
A broken heart is not what I wanted from this,
But I guess i've learned from it.
But aren't you supposed to learn from your mistakes?
I don't consider this a mistake,
I just wish the story didn't end this way,
Cause i'm still in love with the person who helped me write it.
Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?
Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go? |
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| people |
[Apr. 25th, 2004|05:51 pm] |
so thanks to cheryl, i now have a friends list! woo.. now only the people i want to read my thoughts can,. i neively thought that nobody else would who was on live journal, i didnt think you could just come across my journal, oh well. so yeah, on my list is
tara
cheryl
nicole
russ
sarah (when i get her username thing)
yeah thats about it. my hair is cool but messy, i look like i belong in the vines what with my insanely over done 'jsut out of bed look' i have to go and put keyboard away now befoire mom comes home and discovers i went on. i am hungry. see ya.
tell me if anyone wants to see journal but cant |
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[Apr. 24th, 2004|11:23 pm] |
its 11.14
i need to limit who can read my journal, i didnt realize absolutely can read it at the moment. Can someone please tell me step through step hiw to make it so only specific friends can read what i say.
russ (concert line)
sarah (concert line)
tara (concert line)
Nicole (my super cool friend)
cheryl (my super cool friend)
i only want you 5 to read it because i either trust you immensly or you live away too far to be involved or tell others, some of you it is both.
ashley read some super old post i wrote about her friends, bad mouthing them. She was cool about it as always. I love how mature she is. We had a talk tonight at the bike spinnathon for charity, (i did 3 hours w0p0t, legs hurt). I love this journal because i say exactly what is on my mind, i do not censor anything i say, i let it flow right out. i can't lie, some of the people i think will never leave innisfil, and i can't hunderstand how they'd be ok with that, but i should have been so judge mental when i barely knew them. The thing about amy saying sex as a joke was total bullshit though. Sorry ashley, if you're reading this or whoever, it has bveen well documented what she has done with other guys, what she did with guys, namely that one dude at her party, and tried with me. Sorry, but I am not going to come on here and act like a worm, , retracting everything i said. you will get out of innisfil ashley, i have no doubt in that. thanks for letting me and ashley just talk in peace today cheryl, and i think you're hair looks cool even though ashley says it is a work in progresses. I am gfoing to bed soon, my ass hurts, i am incredibly tired, and worried so much about andrea i feel like i want to puke.
please tell me how to make it so only select people can read this journal, and what your usernames all are so i can make you on of those people, one of the 5 mentioned above
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| andrea mpom |
[Apr. 23rd, 2004|04:42 pm] |
called rvh, got put throught to andreas phone line, someone answered saying andrea wasnt accepting personal calls, i think it was her mom claiming to be a nurse. her mom doesnt want her to talk or see anyone. i copied that from what i said to cheryl dont want to type it again. I am sure it was andreas mom. they control her so much. they have put her in confinement before, never let friends see her and now wont have her accept personal calls. it makes me sick. to quote cheryl again from todays conversation..
so nevermind about tomorrow, boy, tomorrow's never been says:
...yes, to make our child competley happy and feeling normal again, let us isolate her from all those that she cares about, other than us, because this truly helps the situation.
its sarcasm in case you didnt get it. and cheryl is totally right. ur smart cheryl. i am going to try see andrea soon, really soon. i am going to bring her
flowers (she always keeps them her friends say her room is filled with them even though some are half dead now. she loves the thought i guess)
diet coke (she hates normal coke, just likes diet. she used to drink it like most adults do coffee, a bottle most mornings.
Peanut butter (she hates peanuts but loves peanut butter, she'll eat it right from the jar, she did last time in hopsital, she hates the food there)
Berry Skittles (purple bag, they are her favourite candy)
I am going to either see her and give them to her, or if i cant give them to a seemingly caring nurse who will make sure she gets them, i dont trust her parents.
Talked to russ, guy from something corporate line last night. we share so many experiences in life, and if theres something one of us needs help with chances are the other one can help. he's really helping, i am definitely going to email him like he said i could. I am worried sick about andrea, literally I've felt like throwing up many times lately . i never understood thsat expression until now. I am going to barrie with kyle to hang out with his lover girl and her friend. it will at leats get me out, but i know andrea will still be on my mind. i hope we see a movie, a nice escape. I hope katie is doing okay russ, tell her I say hi. :) goobye everyone, and god..help andrea, please. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2004|05:12 pm] |
i am worried sick about andrea, literally, i felt like throwing up
last night we talked and she was incredibly depressed, more than i have ever heard her, she was fighting tears, and often lost the battle as we talked. she had a breakdown at the doctors and they are changing her medication, they ar eputting her on lithium. She told me about how the medication controls her, clouds her head and controls her head. she just wants to be free. Manic depression runs in her family. I am not going to let her give up, i can't let this beat her. i refuse to. I love her. i dont give a fuck if you think i dont. i know. i care about her so much just thinking of her right now is killing me. Last nigth after I said goodnight she broke down in her room and her mom emmiteed her to the hospital to be watched again, i understand but am not going to let her give up. I need to get her off the medication, she hates them, as do I. I'd give anything to to set her free. She told me she doesnt want to be here anymore, she doesnt necessarily want to die, but wants a release. I'm sticking with her. I called today to change my plans with her today, my mom couldnt drive me till latyer. we were going to hang out at her house, i practically had to force my invitation but i need to see her, i had, and have to cheer her up. I am going to go see her in hospital if i can this week, however long she'll be there, i tried calling but she isnt allowed to recieve personal calls. i left her a message for the nurse to give her just saying not to give up and i love her. this is killing me. she doesnt deserve this/, 9i cant let her face it alone though., i am going to be there with her through it all, we' are going to fdight it together. I was watching tv and something inside me told me to watch montel, i flip to it, i listen to conscience. guess whats on montel. 'the affects of anti-depressants on teens'. i only caught last 15 minutes but it showed how medication often doesnt help, and i emailed the doctor guest. I hope she is doing okay, I worry so much about her, I almost broke down in tears when her mom said she' was taken back to the hospital, got teary eyed in fact. her mom was nice, doesnt know me but said she knew i was a close friend to andrea and would tell her i said hi, i am going to call back tonight and ask her how andrea is, she said i could. God, I always joke about you reading this, but if you are. please, i beg you, release andrea from the disease, or at least let her no longer need mediactaionm, i love her. Please, herlp her. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2004|04:15 pm] |
got into big paint fight with alec. i got it everywhere, my face and all uper body was like pure white, it was hard to scrub off and my face went insanely red, but it rocked .lol we got paint everywhere, on some props too i think for the upcoming play. :S
well yeah, bye |
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[Apr. 19th, 2004|04:17 pm] |
-hey
-havent updated in a while
-sorry
-went for walk and talk with andrea, went superbly..very nice lying there on table lol. she told me she thought cheryl (yes you) and lidsay were really cool. andrea was kidna quiet but told me she just wasnt sure what to say, she met rory to but neither talked much. she looked a little different than i imagined but still very pretty, nice eyes. she's hopefully coming over this weekend to watch movies, and maybe watch movies ('watch movies' is mine and her nickname for making out lol')
we have tons of inside jokes, like how she fucks old men in local nursing homes and how i find midgets erotic and like being pelasured by them. cant wait to see her again, we still talk like everyday. her parents know my name now, i call and they're like 'oh hi..is this mike? i'll get her to call you' which is kinda cool. her ex is in the band vanity, sucha fucking loser and weirdo. if her parents liked him then they'll request to adopt me.
- megan emailed saying we should go to egypt exhibit in toronto together (we had long running joke about going to egypt together).. i just said i had been with school, well i had for some of it, and thanks but no, in the email she said she loved me .BAH!
-got lecture at school from art lady at toronto like art center, i went in visual and media arts, even though i only needed to go to won. I really do want to just paint pictures for a living, but i cant think how i could make money doing that, or maybe advertising but i would only be able to think up ideas, not actually make them on the computer like other people i think. any ideas?
well i am in a good mood and typing this is boring me. I write more in this than most people so stop making me feel bad for going early. bye -may be doing camping for may 2-4 at algonquilin park with family and eric, cool. he is a nice guy. balding though , tee hee hee LOVE YA GOD W00T |
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[Apr. 17th, 2004|04:31 pm] |
-woo
-going to last class now, the walk and talk is back on!
-rory is picking me up and taking me home, that guy rocks..so nice , well at times, andrea is unsure of how she is getting home but says she will find a way, her friend briar ensured me she would get her one. briar's cool, super sarcastic..like it annoys the hell out of you until you get to know her, really mature, if nothing else this whole ordeal is making me realize that your years of life has nothing to do with how mature a person is, well most grade 9's are petty and immature but not all.
I remember when i was little i thought adults were so more superior that humans, i literally thought you suddenly became really smart and strong as soon as you were an adult, like it happened over night. I'd think about how much you'd have to worry as an adult, but how much smarter you'd be than kids. All of this was when i was like 7. But I realize now that people dont change much, dont get all that much more mature. If you are an immature asshole now you likely will be for a long time, even when you've 'grown up' and become an 'adult'
So excited for walk and talk, wonder what i will tell people who ask why there is a blanket in my backpack. I'll likely just say it is an inside joke. Jessika vey is coming with me and rory, i hope she doesnt find out from rory or someone its for my walk with andrea, she doesnt know i am going for a walk with the person she claims to despise, despite never actually meeting her, or talking to her like she claims. I believe andrea.
I'd like to meet briar tonight, see if she is so smart and sarcastic in person, apparently she is a barell of laughs, whoa havent said that in a while. Hope I see cherryl there, yeah you! Ok, is there two 'R''s in yourf name or not, your hotmal address screws my head up. Which wasy is it!
I eagerly await to kiss andrea but hope the fact that she is my sisters age doesnt cross my mind, as i fear it will, and our walk and talk will go to hell. I hope she is pretty like i remember, as shallow as that is.
Later days, woo. download 'time is running out' by muse w00t
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[Apr. 17th, 2004|11:08 am] |
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I AM SO FUCKING MAD SO I AM GOING TO WRITE IN CAPITALS. I TOLD MY MOM TWO WEEKS AGO THAT I WOULD NEED A RIDE TO BARRIE AND BACK TODAY, THE 17TH OF APRIL, SHE SAID SHE WASNT SCHEDULED TO WORK AND THAT SHE WOULD KEEP IT FREE. THEN THIS MORNING MY SISTER REPLIED TO SOMETHING MY BROTHER SAID WITH 'NOPE..MOMS WORKING 3-11 TODAY' I FREAKED, AND LET MOM KNOW IT. ME AND ANDREA HAVE LITERALLY PLANNED TO WALK AND TALK AT THE NEXT LAST CLASS, THAT BEING TODAY, FOR ALMOST 2 MONTHS AND MY MOM DOES THIS. PLEASE CHERYL, IS THERE ANY WAY YOU CAN GIVE ME A RIDE THERE, I COULD MAYBE EVEN GIVE YOU RIDE BACK, I JSUT REALLY NEED TO GET THERE. 456 8826 PLEASE CALL ME IF YOU GET THIS, I DONT WANT THIS TO SOUND DEMANDING I JUST REALLLLLY WANT TO GO, THANKS. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2004|09:52 am] |
so i am lying in bed, comfy ..very comfy then all of a sudden i hear a loud fricking boom of thunder, look outside and it evidently rained last night. damnit god, why not let me and andrea have walk as planned! But then i realized, she said all the picnic tables are under gazeebos, like little shsleters, so they'll be dry w0000000t (if ur in the future reading this 'w00t' is current slang for 'woo' or exclaiming 'what'). So yeah, havent talked to andrea since, wednesday..holy shit that is long but we've both been busy or she's been at friends houses. hey if it rains maybe me and her will be on picnic table under gazeebo as it rains that'd look so cool , like from a movie or something. so yeah, and even if we dont go for walk i will got to show i will know so many people i swear i am friends with at least one person in like every band there, or at least know them. wooo. i am hungry but there is nothing to eat, and i need to take a bath. thats right, sometimes i take showers but baths are better, i guess i have grown accustomed to them seeing as when i was little i never showered.
http://www.purevolume.com/Adair go there and listen to both songs especially 'the diamond ring'....they rock, played at story of the year, one of the guitarists is the brother of the story of the year singer..and they look near identical.
so yeah things are pretty dandy, i just need to talk to andrea and organize when/where we will meeet and go have hardcore animalistic sex..or just a walk and talk then lie (is that how u spell it in htis case?) on a picnic table
well peace out homies. and god, could you pleae make the sun come out later today, or now, that would rock. you're my homeboy |
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[Apr. 16th, 2004|06:20 pm] |
went to story of the year yesterday
crowd surferd 3 times it rocked
i was only one who moshed out of us all
alex and aleigha were there, as was jess.. 3 people who seemingly hate andrea, i was nice to them, me and jess got along well, we always do despite bickers. said hi to alex and joked with her about how she should smile. i am not turning my back on andrea, its not like i gave them all huge hugs i was just poilite and nice, 2 of them are my friends after all
cant wait till walk tommorow it will be amazing
i am giddy like a little girl
andrea always on mind!
told rory a little about her, he joked about her being in grade 9 but is cool about it. he is always cool. definitely one of best friends. he is like big brother who jokingly beats u up but cares deep down, or at least i think.
well i dont have much to say, andrea taking up most thought
download stuff by 'feeling left out' yes cheryl it is most emo band i like along with dashboard but its nice, all acoustic
i am gonna leave because this isnt fun, why bother if it isnt |
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| blah rant 2 - Be more musically open minded |
[Apr. 16th, 2004|06:18 pm] |
Time for rant number two everybody. When you're reading this it'll be nicely typed up but as as far as now it is simply scribble on random pieces of scrap paper. "Get to the point, what's the subject of this rant"? I hear you bellowing. People need to more musically open minded and embrace other music styles, or at the very least show more respect for them. It is that simple.
We need to break down the walls we've all trapped ourselves, and our musical tastes, within. I am by no means particularly more open to varying music styles than the majority of 16 year olds but at feel that at the very least I have respect for them all. I mean come on, I work for the punk site so my tastes are clearly defined and you would be correct in the assumption that I don't run home and rap along with Snoopy D-O Double G. However, I am sitting here listening to 50 Cent's album 'Get Rich Or Die Trying'. I figure if I am going to state my opinion on how we should promote more musical diversity in people, I should exemplify that too. Shut up. Shut that voice up inside your head telling you that 'Fiddy' and his G-G-G-G Unit suck. They don't. That voice inside your head is the very problem I am discussing, pre-conceived notions about other music styles.
Deep down 50 Cent is just the same as any other musician, he is an artist. Whether they have a fierce mohawk, boyish good looks, seemingly fake breasts or like 50, their own brand of bulletproof jacket, they are all the same. Music is their paint and records are their canvas. 'I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead, destination heaven, sittin' political passengers from 9/11' rhymes 50 in his song 'Patiently Waiting'. Thats right, 'Believe' by Yellowcard is not the only song ever concerning September 11th 2001 and its nice to see 50 Cent, the opposition of my musical taste personified, took that days events into account also. Now read his lyrics again a second time and think about it further. 50 Cent mentions politics, as do Coldplay in many of their songs (he writes about politics as well as of course scribbling notes concerning global issues on his hands).
So, two greatly varying musical tastes discussing the same issues. Sure 50 is out 'busting caps in asses' while Chris Martin is slapping around the paparazzi for photographing him and Gweneth Paltrow but at their core they are the same. Musicians may have varying exteriors but at their foundation and heart they are one and the same. Something we all must realize. Yes 50 Cent writes songs which are often profane or violent but he also has an intelligent side. Why do I discuss '50' so much in this rant? Because frankly he is a near exact opposite of my musical tastes.
Another type of music if you will, is OLD MUSIC. Not old as in a few years ago, old as in the stuff your parents and grandparents used to blast on their stereos, most of whom likely still do. Listen to older music, it is good. Like todays visual artists and painters look back at Picasso or Van Gogh, so too do musicians. Before Usher there was Michael Jackson. Before Bad Religion or Rancid, there was The Ramones and The Sex Pistols. I don't care what you think, Sid Vicious could've kicked Tim and Lars'es asses at the same time...shown 'em what punk really is. Before Eminem, P-Diddy,Snoop Dog and Jay-Z there was the likes of Run DMC, Biggie Smalls, MC Hammer and Tu Pac Shakur. Why do you think people do covers, music from times before isn't old, it is timeless. Finch didn't cover 'With or Without You' for something to do when they were bored in the studio, it is a classic song, by a classing bad U2. Billy Talent front man Ben sports a Blondie T-Shirt in their latest music video, letting people see who has influenced them and giving them 'props' if you will.
Everything has a predecessor, and often the cross from one musicstyle to another. Ska music is obviously influenced by Jazz but I'd happily bet a majority or Less Than Jakes fans would tell you Louis Armstrong sucked. Hate to break it to you kiddies but if Mr.Armstrong hadn't been around Less Than Jake wouldn't sound like they do, and if Bob Marley hadn't been around they would look different too, what with the one guy having insanely long dreads. No musician has ever, or will ever, 'suck' or be 'crappy' regardless of if they fall under your categorized musical tastes or not.
Before you bash someone's musical choices or actions based upon them, think about your own. I have always found thugs and wannabe rappers incredibly humorous. The way they walk, talk, gesture and dress has generally installed a chuckle in my head and often joking with friends however who is honestly to say I am any more normal or better, or that my choices in music are any less redicilous, or of any more substance. People are afraid of the unknown, and frankly most of us who don't know about rap et cetera mock it because of this. They would be more than justified in mocking us also. No offense to 'punk' but the Mohawk could be seen as a simple outcry for attention, at concerts we mosh in a pit and charge at one another like violent four year olds and crowd surf, something which is practically an open armed invitation for grown men to feel up girls. Hey don't get me wrong, just last night I was in Toronto when Story of The Year came to town and I moshed, associated with people whom had mohawks, and i crowd surfed. Thankfully no old men groped me but you get the point, different music scenes and the way people in them act will always differ but we must embrace the differences, and understand that people may find oddities in ours.
In closing, as stated earlier you don't have to like other types of music than the ones you already do. If you only like one type stick to it. However, give other ones a chance because they are definitely worth your time of day, and they deserve just as much respect as anything you listen to.
Also, thank you for all of your responses they are greatly appreciated. Feel free to let me know what you'd like to hear me rant about, Mike. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2004|05:02 pm] |
when asked whats wrong would an immature reply with this.?
andrea says:
literally i mean i question how the world works i mean we all revolve around money love hate and communication
yeah, thats what i thought |
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| HER FUCKING NAME |
[Apr. 14th, 2004|04:52 pm] |
JESSICA LEE VEY
NOT
-jesika
-jessika
any other stupid thing, she annoys me a great deal the odd time and now is one of those times |
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[Apr. 14th, 2004|04:08 pm] |
so, how are you. i am blah, pretty good. so yesterday in art jessika is like 'i had a fun weekend ...etc, this girl andrea was at aleighas house and everyone wanted her to leave and she kept talking and talking and acting like an immature grade 7 bitching about problems." she then says her name is andrea, i think it might be my andrea but there are lots of andreas, and andrea and aleigha (dewars daughter) arent even friends anymore. So I talk to aleigha, dewars daughter to get her side of story. she says ' we just bumped into her at the mall, that jess talked to her but she didnt, she just agknowledged andreas presence and kept going'.
They are both evidently lying, I talked to Andrea and she said she didnt see either of them at all over the weekend, she promised me. And I believe her. Jessika is a big liar, yeah i mean it. cheryl you know her, nicole you might have heard me mention her. well for the record, jessika vey is a very nice girl but she talks a lot of shit, she doesnt have music contacts at all, she just clings onto people pretending to be involved so she can act all cool, and her friend rob doesnt rig contests for her on the edge, if they have spare tickets he throws a few at her the odd time. So yeah that whole thing wasnt even important, i mean it doesnt fucking matter, it has no real affect. Aleigha is like best friends with my sister and pretty good friends with me. Jessika is friends with aleigha. aleigha is a grade 9. aleigha got into fight with andrea over something stupid. aleigha doesnt like the fact that i agree with andrea over her. i presume jessika and her decided to just make up more crap about andrea , and her being 'immature' to try get me to dislike her and be chummy chummy. FUCK THAT. so yeah thats my droaning. hmm what else
trying to help cheryl get into event i hope they do, i tried to flex my power with the punksite, as minimal as it may be..i kinda want to come along with them now haha. story of the year concert tommorow, aleigha will be there with jessika..along with alex, andreas sworn enemy. i get along with them all, i mean i wont dislike them just because she does, but i do stand by her and back her up if i will have to. So yesterday or day befoire Megan tells me she loves me, again. I just tell her she doesnt and try change subject. She always says she wants to hang out, even if it is as friends. I am worried of it, i think i might start liking her again. she's a cool girl, very good looking but thats in the past.
Cant wait for walk with andrea, gonna just lie on a picnic table and look at stars, if we happen to have hardcore sex then so be it. Okay maybe not but a kiss or two would not surpirse me :)..not in the slightest at all.
I think I'll do my next article on the punksite about how people need to be more musically open minded. rap does not suck. good charlotte does not suck. beethoven does not suck. slipknot does not suck. gino beats do not suck. its all jsut a matter of taste, and we need to be more open and accepting, you dont have to like all types of music, but must respect it.
Concert tommorow cant wait, annoyed rory wont skip day of school and we leave after school. nerd...sigh loves school, too worried about future, maybe i should be more concerned. I shall be an artist, maybe in advertising though.
my life goals are as follows
-be a good dad
-be a good husband
-have nice family
-be an artist
family comes above art, as do kids and wife. i want to do art but my family shouldnt need to suffer, but i like art too much for it to be a hobby. advertising means big bucks, smart creative thinking and artisitc ability. iw ant the first and have the latter two. well i am going. damn gary interviewing story of the year, fucker. we will come join him depsite him saying we arent allowed. power hungry friend. blah,
i want to urinate...bye |
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[Apr. 13th, 2004|04:19 pm] |
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[Apr. 12th, 2004|01:30 pm] |
The lyrics to Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich; read by baz luhrman
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2004|12:56 pm] |
-my molar tooth is killing me, the dentists said way back when it shoudl be removed but it never was, the guy was a butcher..and charged way too much..i swear it is like rotting away, half a tooth rotting at the back of my mouth, hurts really bad but i dont wanna go to dentist, i keep applying oral gel but am like running out..it goes months without hurting then hurts really bad like now
-did yardwork
-cant wait till summer
-cut leg on something, bled a little
-going to see passion of christ again today, cant wait
-eating out at east side marios, mmm hot waitress...oh and i'll have food there to..get it get it eh eh
lol
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[Apr. 11th, 2004|04:34 pm] |
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i am gonna try update in here everytime i am online today..so like 2 or 3 more time. I am tired, Peter awoke me to go on computer, I will nap later. Gonna throw some blonder bits in my hair, just because everyone says my hair looks hot blond. woo. bye |
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