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[19 Feb 2005|08:13pm] |
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Freshman/ Grade Nine year
[What year was it?]
02-03
[What were your three favorite bands?]
AFI, Eminem, Finger Eleven
[What was your favorite outfit?]
blue jeans, white dress shirt with red hurley shirt over top.
[What was up with your hair?]
at the beginning i had a remarkably short blond buzzcut, and then i had black liberty spikes.
[Who was your best friend?]
daniel steve leigh and michelle
[What did you do after school?]
went to steves or michelles
[Where did you work?]
NOOO0000oooooo....
[Did you take the bus?]
YEE3333ssss555.
[Who did you have a crush on?]
hehe... leigh... -hangs head-
[Did you fight with your parents?]
hmmm... gr 9 is when it mostly started.
[Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on?]
davey
[Did you smoke cigarettes?]
no.
[Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker?]
no, I lugged all my books around in my backpack because i had a rucksack, and it could fit... well probabaly me.
[Did you have a 'clique'?]
the forever smiling group of young adolescences' that everyone secretly despised.
[Did you have a "Max" like Zach Kelly and Slater?]
I think i was the max -raises eyebrows repeadedly like mccaully culkin-
[Admit it, were you popular?]
nein.
[Who did you want to be just like?]
davey
[What did you want to be when you grow up?]
a guitarist for a good band.
[Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now?]
-shrugs-
[What advice would you give your freshman self?]
don't change who you are to obtain someone elses respect.
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[05 Dec 2004|11:08am] |
Your Boobies' Names Are: Beavis and Butthead
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[04 Dec 2004|11:02am] |
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Mr Brightside - The Killers |
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Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking the drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control
Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullaby
Joking on your alibi
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
I'm Mr. Brightside
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[14 Nov 2004|05:48pm] |
Home is behind the world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow to the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
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[09 Nov 2004|11:13pm] |
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I'm so fucking sick and tired of my parents making dedications to me, and never following through with them. it happens so fuckin often now.
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[03 Nov 2004|04:08pm] |
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sweet home alabama - lynard skynard |
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i passed my drug test. n i think im in for sure now.... but i had to strip for this old fat man who seemed very intense. i hate physicals. at least he didnt grab my nuts. you can just call me Pvt. Finan.
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[02 Nov 2004|07:06pm] |
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against all odds - the postal service |
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had my army interview this morning... drew a few blanks, but did well over-all. i have my medical tomorrow, and i stole someone elses piss -score-. i stayed at school till 7:00 tonight, working on the sound system with mr smyth the ogre. that sucked. peace.
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[25 Oct 2004|03:37pm] |
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Dntel - Why I'm So Unhappy |
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I hate highschool.
and I hate being 16.
I hate friends.
and I hate drama.
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[19 Oct 2004|07:01pm] |
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right here in my arms - HIM |
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dungeon friday. good shit. got no ride home. hopefull i'll figure it out. moms being a bitch, dads being an effin' asshole. army interview tomorrow -bummer- all is shite in scottsville. shigity shwoa!
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[13 Oct 2004|04:16pm] |
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the postal service |
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( Against All Odds )
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[01 Oct 2004|05:05pm] |
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all my money's gone... and i feel liek complete shite. im gonna get hammered tonight, that'll help. i cant beleive i spent that much money, on nothingness.
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[28 Sep 2004|08:34pm] |
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brand new colony - The Postal Service |
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i just found this amazing band, called The Postal Service... i had heard of them before, but i had never listened to them... they're so unbelievebaly emo. its a callaboration of the lead sing of Death Cab, and the lead singer of Dntel. They're amazing! woot. i got a new cordless tonight... i can make any song i want the ringer, how rad!?
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| power hungry |
[23 Sep 2004|05:53pm] |
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Under Pressure - David Bowie ft. Freddy Mercury |
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havn't posted in a while. things have been good. school is good. me n theresa are good. things with friends are good. things with parents are good. I'm the new "Chief Sound Tech". I don't know if i like it or not. I have a hige burden on my shoulders now. This is a huge production we're doing. I thought rob would be my assistant, but i didnt know if it would work out cuz he'd have to be in pickering for quite a few weekends. so, I need to find another one. I need to rent 4 headsets and 2 clip-ons... gonna be quite expensive, the good news is that i have no budget. I also got a new toy, this voice synth thing. I can play with ppl voices. its good times.i've got lackeys this year, i love it. they do all the running around for me. so instead of climbing all the way up to the catwalk, only to realize i forgot an rca cable, i can just get this lil gr 9 guy do go back down and get one for me. loves it. hmmm... yeah, skipping half of tomorrow to go to scarboro, i dont know how imma get to the bus stop, but i'll think of somefink. it turns out i am going out with the guys tonight... well garret only actually, brents trying desperately to get a girlfriend, so hes out with some melanie and lauren. w/e. I've gotten much better at guitar, i can actually solo now. -shocked-. i usually just play rythem, which is fine, but i wanted a change. so yeah. I'm lovin the new bass, its fun shit. I get to see shawn of the dead tomorrow. ha! yes! ok... buhbye.
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[10 Sep 2004|06:51pm] |
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C&C - Velourium Camper II: Backend Of Forever |
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today was the best picture day ever... my eyes were so god damn red. i was freaking out. I bet that was the biggest smile tho ;-) ahwell. good day. it was boring, so i had to spice it up a bit. meh...
later.
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[07 Sep 2004|07:43am] |
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the dreaded first day is upon us... what do we do?! put on our uniforms?
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| My Friend Misery, and Blue-Eyed Boy |
[05 Sep 2004|09:17pm] |
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Take Me To The Hospital - The Faint |
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my friend misery.
he's got small cuts in his left arm
he bleeds eyeliner from his veins
blackened eyes and blonde roots
an abstract design of sanity
crying tears of d.i.y. and mortality
it's nothing, darling
your campaign slogans
[right, left, somewhere in-between]
spray painted, stenciled avant garde art form
all that glitters is tarnished
pain = fuel
whatever
sorry?
no one is sorry
empathy is not sincerity
don't worry, you look gorgeous, darling
black and white and read all over
your nothing is my nothing as well
our only common ground
somewhere between plath and monroe
doesn't matter either way
i have befriended misery
and he's beautiful
but i want nothing to do with him
the war is over?
the beginning of the end
of the beginning
ends now
waiting forever
for a skip in the record
familiarity
similarity
of a drama queen
[king?]
i put my trust in you
and you spat it back into my face
you want to die?
good for you, so do i
so does everyone in this cruel world
all of your pessimistic cries
mean absolutely nothing to anyone
ain't that a shame?
yeah, we're hysterical and useless
the whole lot of us
believe?
ignore?
achieve?
you're so clever
sarcastic fucker but i still love you
a mess [you are]
a mess [i am]
my friend, misery.
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blue-eyed boy.
there's this blue-eyed boy i know
i see him maybe twice a year
he's an angel in disguise
when he smiles from ear to ear.
everyone's got a gripping stranger
someone that you adore
could be your closest friend
or someone you've never spoken to before.
but this stranger is special
unlike anyone you know
if they asked you to run away with them
you'd most certainly go.
you don't know why, you don't know how
this person is so dear
but who needs explanations?
when the obvious is quite clear.
blue-eyed boy, my darling
tell me, why the delay?
all you have to do is say the words
and then we can run away.
it doesn't have to be forever
just for a little while
i'll promise you perfection
if you promise me a smile.
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[03 Sep 2004|11:23am] |
"The Velorium Camper II: Backend Of Forever"
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby
panic stirred me awakened by a ringing phone in time
where and when would I see her?
Crazy were the words that scribbled out your mouth
I stuttered replacing your face to those words
where and when would I kill her?
I'll wish on this, I'll wish with this
I, I'll wish... to the bitter end of my day
Well, where were you?
[Chorus:]
So you had your turn and you made it work
now I'm the laughing stock of your joke
as crazy as it may seem I cried for you when you
told me to date all of the things that made you end up in my life
and I'll believe anything I have no luck with girls
I overheard that you were unhappy too
misleading trust into a relationship that makes no sense
over and out Connecticut
but you had your back turned there as you faded away
at the end of my day I found out
you weren't worth what I thought of you
what I thought of you
write this down in your diary you abuse
can we make plans can I just get through to you
is this weird...do I scare her?
I'll wish on this, I'll wish with this
I, I'll wish... that you could share the love you'd shared with others, with me
[Chorus]
This isn't love so forever let it go...forever will it burn
This isn't love there on the backend of forever
I wish I would never hurt again
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