| | Current Music: | cowboy Junkies | | Current Location: | place | | Security: | | | Time: | 04:21 am | | Current Mood: | eh |
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| who the hell reads this? all the people i right these for don't usually. and anyone else who does probably woudln't want a lame entry. so i'll leave them a joke from dan hall
a pirate walks into a bar
the bartender says, hey you have a wheel on your crotch
the pirate says, yeah its driving me nuts!
ahhaha, at 4 in the morn that kills. | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment   |
| | Current Music: | Cowboy Junkies | | Security: | | | Subject: | life on mars? | | Time: | 12:39 am |
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| up to now
watched about half of season 1 of Veronica Mars. good show by the writer of Cupid. plus Bell's great.
watched season 1 and half season 2 of Sports Night. good dialogue. Dan's the man. but i still hate dana with every fiber. jeremy's my boy and natalie's so adorable.
watched goddamn season 1 of 24. geez, i terri bauer is the most retired person ever under the sun. and poor kim. so dumb, so hot. season 2, much better to me.
finished all 15 episodes of the amazing and sadly canceled Cupid. at least jeremy piven lives thru ari gold. carry on entourage.
scrubs trucks on [good] while smallville continues to make me cry [bad] and Lost is running in circles [ok].
the Police song "De do do do, de da da da" is goddamn ridiculous.
what the hell is this?
on the other hand, Cowboy Junkies are excellent.
met an old someone today.
thought about another someone today.
missed some other someone today.
smiled about something i thought this one someone would say. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-- Dylan Thomas | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | the 11th song - Lookin' Out My Backdoor | | Security: | | | Subject: | class on hiroshima | | Time: | 04:55 pm |
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| it's very sad and humbling to have a class on hiroshima, the bomb, and after effects.
first 10 songs played on random:
6 Underground Remix - Sneaker Pimps
River Below - Billy Talent
Sloop John B. - Beach Boys
Kill - Jimmy Eat World
Clint Eastwood - Gorillaz
Passion - Utada Hikaru
Orchestra - The Servant
Day Tripper - Beatles
Harry in Winter - Patrick Doyle
Angels and Girlfriends - Five For Fighting
got a call at 2:26 am from ashley telling me futurama was on and it was the episode i always mention when we talk about it. i missed the call, but listening to the message later it was still nice. it made me smile. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | American Girls - Counting Crows | | Security: | | | Subject: | ... | | Time: | 03:36 am |
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| women.
women.
women.
what's your deal women?
how come you don't make any sense? | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i always hate leaving mushy or sad stuff on here. I end up regretting ever posting such fluff.
I had a very nice break back home. and though i will not be back for a while, i can't help but hope for a sunnier future than i thought i was headed for.
things have changed and some things never will. we had a wonderful time and lots of memories.
by the time i see them all again, i hope i can look back over all i've learned and use it effectively. it's so hard to say goodbye this time.
yet knowing that it is not forever brings that sense of excitment that one gets on christmas or just after a first love's kiss.
when i see each of them again, i'd like to imagine we've never been apart. we were just a bit busy for a while. what with trying to grow up.
i already miss their laughs, from old roommates to new friends. i miss the awkward moments that end up as great stories later on.
i miss riding in their cars, listening to our music. singing along.
i miss him and her, and them. i miss them the moment we turn to leave.
so here's to then and here's to now. god bless ladies and gentlemen, for those of you who believe.
and for the rest, for all of us, i raise the parting glass.
"Oh all the comrades ere I had, they're sorry for my going away,
and all the sweethearts that ere I had , they’d wish me one more day to stay,
but since it falls unto my lot that I should rise and you should not,
I'll gently rise and softly call, goodnight and joy be with you all." | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Only The Good Die Young - Joel; There She Goes Again - La's | | Security: | | | Time: | 11:52 pm |
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| honestly it's gotten to the point where I just search page for my name on friends page and if i don't pop up i read nothing.
everyone does it.
i just assume everyone's okay unless they use my name, in which case i should know whether they're mad at me or not.
lucky, my name is not used in any of the angry things i've read. [wipe forehead]
though i know someone who hates me and i had to share 2 flights with her. it was very awkward. yet i feel i shouldn't be afraid of her b/c i'm the freak and the scary one.
"You mighta heard i run with a dangerous crowd, we ain't too pretty, we ain't too proud.
we might be laughing a bit too loud, ah but that never hurt no one."
so for you command searching: evan, waldron, layne, ashley, allison, josh, dan, beckers, jill, kizzy, ms cooper, caitlin, kuhnsey, don vu, kpax, qbert, emers, jonkid, megan coke, reiser, abbi, george, joey, handi-cock, trujillo, chels, jeritt, rishi, tracie, baccash, nimnims, leland, ethan, ross, z, kayla, sarah, danni, let's see um...vike, angry eck girl who has black hair and hates us, zilla, this barb person, 2 or 3 other girls who's names were probably said once and in loud noises, that dude down stairs, zorro, TOM bowers!, john bowers the dude who lost my script, upid layne's friends who are so much smarter and cooler than us, phelan, caveman, schuster, cramer, brennan, evan ha twice, you too layne, matt reeves, ali miller, mes parents, becker's parents, jill's parents, no not your parents, pontiac, allison piehl? that chick abbi and waldron were talking about.
all this brings my mind to a lot of funny things about who's liked who, who's currently hating/loving/liking someone else, who's forgotten the existence of another, old problems, current problems, and yes, the future problems. analogies about a person and nicknames for all of eckerd's people. foolish pursuits, long lost friends. much head shaking, "why'd i say that? do that?" and lots of wondering what women are thinking.
time stands still for no one. especially when today is tomorrow's yesterday. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | China Grove - Doobie Brothers | | Security: | | | Subject: | sat. and st pats | | Time: | 12:20 am |
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| the suits, Valentines is both fun and genius.
sat nite was great fun.
this friday's the st pats get together.
so irish drinking songs and drinking.
dancing and jigging.
clovers? maybe. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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