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[13 Aug 2003|07:26pm] |
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someone give me a new code... so i can start a new live journal.. please...thank you
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[16 Apr 2003|10:59am] |
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i'm 18...
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[25 Mar 2003|06:23am] |
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If your not - /anrgy/confused/heartbroken/scared/- over this war, then you are a heartless bastard ... and if you are but your still not doing anything to speak out agasint it, your a fucking worthless bastard.
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| when heros die, what's to keep me alive? |
[24 Dec 2002|11:05am] |
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the only band that matters |
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spanish songs in andalucia the shooting sites in the days of '39 oh, please, leave the vendanna open fredrico lorca is dead and gone bullet holes in the cemetery walls the black cars of the guardia civil spanish bombs on the costa rica i'm flying in a dc 10 tonight chorus spanish bombs, yot' quierro y finito yote querda, oh ma corazon spanish bombs, yot' quierro y finito yote querda, oh ma corazon spanish weeks in my disco casino the freedom fighters died upon the hill they sang the red flag they wore the black one but after they died it was mockingbird hill back home the buses went up in flashes the irish tomb was drenched in blood spanish bombs shatter the hotels my senorita's rose was nipped in the bud chorus the hillsides ring with "free the people" or can i hear the echo from the days of '39? with trenches full of poets the ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line spanish bombs rock the province i'm hearing music from another time spanish bombs on the costa brava i'm flying in on a dc 10 tonight spanish songs in andalucia, mandolina, oh ma corazon spanish songs in granada, oh ma corazon
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[19 Dec 2002|09:40pm] |
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ibm-bridgeport....the best band you'll never hear |
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i hate myself so fucking much. a few mirrors could never be enough. hollowed heads and gaping wounds baby ...that's my fucking therapy.
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[14 Nov 2002|09:43pm] |
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fuck the world ... last entry ... i'm done pretending to be alive
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[21 Oct 2002|12:45am] |
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jawbreaker and ac dc |
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i've had a pretty shitty week. first off i'm fucking up school... of course. that always happens, i'm such a predictable slacker. secondly, my mom moved back to philly, which upsets me enough but on top of that we still managed a big fight over nothing. life at the house is less then perfect as well; living with friends is weird no matter how much you love them. lastly, i never seem to hang out with a lot of the kids i'd (*like to) consider friends. that was a pretty depressing realization, my self image hit the fan shortly after. it's not all bad tho, shows to look forward to. grades to worry about. buckling down to do. beer to drink.
*things that made life worth living this week*
cable internet access
family guy and simpsons episodes
bright eyes
hannah
new ac dc shirt
beer
new small brown bike songs
ross
liz
onlyundiesclub.com
the thought that next week will be better
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| shed a tear, brake a nose |
[07 Oct 2002|06:56pm] |
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bruce springstein - no surrender (the boss is my new hero) |
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live journal, sweet live journal. how is everyone? sorry i haven't been updating or on line much lately but i moved out my folks house. we're hooking up the internet soon enough tho, and i'll go back to wasting my time on aim, reading livejournals, instead of reading the same cometbus over and over and over and over and over and over. and over and over...over and over. over over. over. i'm still going to hcc and some how pulling good grades in spite of my drunkenness. life's pretty boring, you know how it is when you force yourself to look forward to shows and visiting friends, kinda just killing time in between? well i seem to be relying on that mindset more and more. ending on a good note, one of the shows happened to be bright eyes. i loved it. he played almost all new songs; it's good thing i think the new record is his best one. everyone take care.
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| all that stress for nothing |
[26 Aug 2002|12:34am] |
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examination of the... |
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well you happy-go-lucky lj readers, it seems that i got all worked up about the move for nothing. a couple of weeks ago the plans (my plans) completely fell through. now i'm enrolled at the illustrious houston community college were i hope to major in 9th grade math. it starts tomorrow which is exciting and also not always a good thing. death is probably exciting too. i haven't been in school in over a year and a half and that sorta worries me. hopefully i'll pick it up fairly easily and laugh about how freaked out i've been. basically this post is to let yall know that houston will be stuck with me for at least one more semester ... hopefully.
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| maybe this scam can still save us all |
[30 Jul 2002|04:29pm] |
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against me-those anarcho punks are mysterious |
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last night was one of the few nights that i will never forget. every face i saw, every last detail will be etched into my mind for as long as i live. the energy and love pouring from the crowd will not be forgotten. it seems as if every time i begin to lose my faith in the human race the power of a handful of wonderful, dedicated people amaze me and restore my hopes for the future of us all... thank you to everyone present at cac last night and to those of you that were their in spirit. i love you all.
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| go back to russia |
[26 Jul 2002|04:40pm] |
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this machine kills |
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i've been neglecting my journal lately...more like nothing has happened that is worth typing up. just getting my move together, going to shows and helping out with fnb. speaking of shows, the locust played with lighting bolt and arab on radar yesterday. it was the best show of the summer, partly because of the number of bands i like on the bill and partly because the locust were at the top of their game. witty and not so witty back and forth exchanges followed by brutal noise with ear splitting screams...what could be better. other then the temporary excitement of shows my life has been boring of late. most likely because i am so preoccupied with moving that i can't think about anything else. my journal is a fucking broken record but i'll continue to let it skip.
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[08 Jul 2002|02:42am] |
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way too much bright eyes |
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i'm getting more and more upset about moving to dc. not the move as much as what i'm moving from *very odd considering i never had much of an attachment to houston until it became clear that i was leaving* now i can't do a damn thing without feeling depressed. a stupid way to spend my last month in town that has me resenting myself more and more...
i think the main reason i've been so overly emotional is that the move became concrete so close to the moving date. before, when it was less solid, it was easy to ignore. not once did it ever seem real, like i would actually be leaving my friends and city behind. now that it's finally hit me, i feel like i have to make up for lost time... everything just feels so rushed, so fucked up
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[26 Jun 2002|12:16am] |
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small brown bike - our own wars...over and over |
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my last few weeks in (near) houston and my friends will be outa town...or they already are. ah i feel a pity party coming, break out the small brown bike and toss a nigga a 40. all my memories that i used to rely on have turned bittersweet. fuck it... i'm just another sentimental bastard with shag-cut and a livejournal. someone kill me and hopefully i'll come back as a butterfly, because no one ever suspects the butter fly
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[10 Jun 2002|11:35pm] |
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radiohead - like spinning plates |
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i'm so fucking bored. and i still have another 6 weeks before i can even think about moving back to h town. it turns out i can't take the rest of my ged till july 18th because of the mixed up school system. that's not that bad, it just happens to be the day i'm suposed to leave for atlanta to visit my dad for his 50th birthday. arrg it's just more shit to get stressed over and sort out.
all the setbacks and bullshit might be good for me. if i don't find a job i am pretty much free to visit philly and my family any of the upcoming weeks i choose. maybe a camping adventure or something. gotta make the best of your situation i spose.
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[02 Jun 2002|04:38pm] |
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pretty girls make graves...been rocking to um non stop |
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these past few weeks have been good. well good in the sense that i haven't been stuck in shreveport. and i've made a few short steps in my ged...in a few weeks i will be officially under educated. my parents were out of town too, which led to o so high school drinking parties at the rents house. shit you know how we be doing it. pretty girls make graves played last sunday and rocked my ass. not as much as the wrath of beowulf show the other day tho. gotta love speed metal with vocals that remind me of montrose gay men trying to hit the high note in "i will always love you" on karaoke night at mary's. leaving for shreveport tonight, but returning to houston tuesday or wednesday after some ged tests. someone should go to the museums with me thursday, when they're all free. i definitely wanna go check out the pollock exhibit at fine arts and hit up the health museum too.
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