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Sunday, November 2nd, 2008
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| Subject: | meh |
| Time: | 12:26 am. |
| Mood: |  sad. | | Music: | weezer-sayitaintso. |
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i do all i can... its never enough.
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Saturday, November 17th, 2007
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| Time: | 7:31 am. |
| Mood: | depressed. |
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awesome night.
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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
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Thursday, September 13th, 2007
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fuck you all. except my friends. youre cool. but the rest of you fuck you.
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i hate going to sleep at 6am every morning. im like barely tired it sucks. i guess if i had someone to cuddle with it would be easier. owell. fucked.
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1. fucked up knee. cant play hockey.
2. overdrawn 300 dollars. cant buy anything
3. surviving on leftover donutz that someone brought over here a few days ago. it was a dozen i think its down to 5 maybe. oh and food that russ left here when he moved out... one can of beans.
4. lonely.
5. fuck it.
666. sraight edge.
7. city and colour is the only thing that makes me happy. even though it makes me want to cuddle. and makes me miss you.sometimes.
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| Time: | 1:14 am. |
| Mood: |  stressed. | | Music: | chicane - saltwater. |
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i miss the old days. why cant we be kids forever. fuck growing up.
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The problem with sex is selfrespect - calibration
the orgasm serves as your validation...
and the problem with love, is that it lives in a book now
the problem with drugs is that theyre too fucking good now
the problem with logic is theres too many loopholes
and the problem with truth is that it's usually brutal
the problem is I can't trust most of what I see
so Fuck it! ...all the problems of life must be me!
When they said this world was ours
Felt like we got body and soul
they think they had a cure for pain
...Biggest lie they ever told
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Saturday, April 28th, 2007
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so my ex gf is here getting all her stuff. i dont know. i dont really know what to feel. cuz its for the best. shes out there crying moving stuff and im just sitting here not feeling. kinda wierd. i feel bad but what can i do.
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Saturday, April 21st, 2007
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when theres no video games or tv, a friend or a movie to keep me distracted i get really bummed. i just wish it was easy. just for a second.
And you can try to fight this all you want,
but I won't be there, I won't be there when you're all alone.
This new season, it brings with it signs of hope, hope.
Now you can't leave me, you can't leave me waiting all alone, all alone.
And I know, there is
Some place I can go
Where no one knows my name.
And I can still remember, you know I can still hear your voice, your voice.
Although your silence, your silence still rings so clear.
And do you think, and do you think I would call
just to hear you breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe?
You always knew, you always knew that just one word would dry up all my tears.
And I know there is
Some place I can go
Where no one knows my name, my name
Where no one knows my name
Where no one knows my name
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Thursday, April 12th, 2007
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i wish i could sleep. i wish i could stop my thoughts. i want to get away from all of this. i wish i could just go away and come back and have everything the way i want it. its almost 530 am. im goin to sleep. fuck my head.
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Wednesday, March 28th, 2007
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i miss:
my house in el segundo
halo sessions after school
after school party time at my house everyday
eating and destroying everything in my old house then putting everything back together
listening to heavy music and moshing on girls running into my room
blackjack
el segundo straight edge
veganism
shows at the teen center
bush diving
freestyle walking
ditch at center street school
ditch at embyssy suites
project mayhem (piccolo pete bombs)
pumpkin rolling
t-p-ing 30 houses in one night
everyone hating the loop
punching ghandi
our last days
samarah
earth crisis
making vegan brownies cookies and other vegan delites
insurgence
countervail
mosh ball
never going home cuz i hated being there when people were awake
i still never sleep
waking up when my friends get to my house after school
falling asleep at school while still making it look like i was working
getting pierced but i dont miss pissing off my mom
dickies creepers and black hair haha
the stupid yet awesome shirts i had
stretch and one king down at 3 in the afternoon
drew and the camp fire in the middle of the mosh pitting
vampire crew
VSP
lords of darkness
huuuuge shitty raver pants oh wait haha
tight shirts that only went down to my belly button
bartendor at limeys
XbloodbathX practice at 7 in the morning
ditching school to pass out flyers at the middle school for shows
8th grade talent show ha
brick fight/boxing with scissors
fallen angel
making mixtapes/cds for friends bdays
colored vinyl
sneeking into the movies with like 15 kids
lawn furniture bandits
trash can bandits
foot soldiering throughout gundo to tp kids
taping porn mags to windows
practice at mondos
bay
dropzone sesh
not having to worry about money
not working
watching dazed and confused everyday during the summer
roller hockey tournaments
summers gloom
under attack
james caverli
good shows
early to mid 90s tv shows
'laying eggs' in the sepulveda tunnel you know what im talkin about boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!
i posted this two years ago i just read it and felt like posting it again. we cant we just be kids again. i wish we could all be happy.
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i love my friends. everythings gonna be alright.
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Saturday, December 30th, 2006
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| Subject: | fuck |
| Time: | 3:42 am. |
| Mood: | fucking pissed. | | Music: | taladega nights. |
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fuck drunk people coming home and being stupid loud and obnoxious. straight edge.
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seriously though what the fuck. we live in california. not new york. ca 80 to 85 with a nice breeze keeping you cool. not 90 all day with 90 % humidity along with lighning and thunder storms but no rain. and when it does rain it just makes it more humid which is almost never. fuck this weather fuck humans for fucking up our earth. and fuck global warming. we are so fucked.
ps
dont fuck with the jedi master bitch. bestline
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Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
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| Subject: | music |
| Time: | 4:25 am. |
| Mood: |  awake. | | Music: | imogen heap - loose ends. |
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i tried to go to sleep at like 3 it is now 426. i have not played music of any sort since the hate broke up. i have sold every piece of equipment i own. ive not gone to a show since i think final fight at chain like a few months ago or something. anyways my mind has been filling with riff after riff of awesome metal. idea after idea and it wouldnt let me sleep so i thought id come on here and type it out. i think next month i will be buying a guitar. im going to start a metal band and im gonna do it right this time. full on at the gates fast paced swede metal. no real heavy parts just fast pissed metal. hopefully i can get what little skill i had and pick up where i left off and get even better. theres not many bands that do the swede metal anymore and by that i mean like just straight metal everyone has the mosh parts and it all sounds the same to me now. dont get me wrong i love hardcore metalcore whatever you want to call it but im over it. and you know what all the swede metal shit sounds the same too but i gotta admit ive loved metal and listened to metal more than hardcore so i guess my ears are more keen to metal. anyway i cant wait to do this it will be fun. who knows.
p.s.
while typing this im listening to imogen heap, frou frou's side project... wtf!
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