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Wednesday, August 23, 2006
-untitled, I'm out of whitty titles for now.-
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 Good news and bad news...
Good news:
Last week the band I'm in was called for a photoshoot/interview with a local music scene magazine. The mag gets released and finish print today...
So six in the morning most of the coffee shops, bookstores, and music shops will know who we are.
Not to mention, the photographer was a very, very cute number. I would of asked for her number, but I doubt I would of got it. Hence the reason I didn't asked.
After the shoot was done, the interviewer, another cute girl, and the rest of us went down to a local coffee shop. We all took one car, it was cramped and I'm sure the drummer, a.k.a Moose wasn't wearing deoderant...Yeah, he stank. We got there, and the interview commenced right after we ordered. Great time, I had a lot of fun...It's always awesome to get some type of interest by someone for something you take so serious.
Now, I know we're making a great impact in the music scene.
Bad news:
I'm on the last level of Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cereberus. And I can't beat it...blah...
Plus, I have to walk to work tomorrow, cause the parental units are taking the car all day...
It's a hefty walk down to good ole' Target, where I work in the back of, in the warehouse section.
But I get paid on Friday, so plus.
And I'm not sure, if my R.O.D TV series perfect collection box set is gonna get here, while I have all this free time from work. Boo...indeed...
There's more, but really...I'm tired of typing. Call me lazy, cause it's the truth...disregard that, don't call me lazy...call me "youth".
Goodnight.
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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Saturday, August 19, 2006
-It's rather more pathetic, than sad even more so, it's the truth.-
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The title of this post strictly has to do with the ideals of friendship.
I've done some growing up in the last two months, I've become realstic (even more so) and yet, more intensely "optimistic", well optimistic isn't the word. But, rather more, "bright" on situations. I know, my problems aren't the thing that seems to feel like the end of the world. And that solely the world, doesn't revolve on me and my actions. That, like many, I'm one out of billions and billions.
But seems to me, my friend hasn't done that. And truely, he's the pimple on society's ass. He's nineteen and still acts like he is in the sixth grade.
If you don't do what he wants you to do, then he'll find a way to make you or he won't stop bitching about it.
When I'm around him, I feel like I'm babysitting. Of course, babysitting would be better, I assume I would get paid if that was the case.
When he recieves or encounters a problem, he sits there and thinks everything is wrecked, that the world is going to explode and everyone on it will die. He shows no compassion for other's problems, only time he seems to care is if the "problems" are interfering with his "good time".
I'm disgusted by him and his will to not change. What can I say, people evolve and others stay weak.
Now, he seems to find ditching me and our friend in which has been gone in Europe for most of the summer, no big thing. He instead went to go hang with his girlfriend (which intels of a great sub story, that makes him a backstabber.)And his new friend, who by the way is backstabber too. Someone who can't keep a secret, and the type of person who lives a vain life. To that, all I can say is "snitches and talkers get stitches and walkers".
More or less, I'm about to take our one and a half year friendship and drop it.
And to that, fuck friends like him.
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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Friday, August 11, 2006
 if we don't die know, we'll never...
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And why not?
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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Thursday, July 27, 2006
Hey, I guess I'll figure it out.
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I met a girl at work, actually I met her on my first day, which was like 4 weeks ago.
I talk to her more so, than the other girls...
I like her
She gave me her myspace address, does that mean anything?
Probably not...
Hey, I guess I'll figure it out.
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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Sunday, July 23, 2006
After the shades, it all comes to mind, if we never put forth the effot nor time, it'll all die.
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"I told her I write..."
I'm no professional, but lets say, I dabble in the profession of a skilled pen.
To that, she didn't mind...as if she aspected me to be a great scholar of a trade.
For years and moments, we knew each other...We both suffered unspeakable trauma together, but with that we enjoyed occasions of simple bliss together as well. And in the back of her mind, where the things no one ever forgets, she remembered I wrote...yes, wrote. I stopped, a break from the emotions of flowing ink or tracing lead to a barbaric transcript, paper.
She asked why I stopped, I never told her. And with us drifting away, she forgot everything about me, as I did , forget everything about her. We were more than friends that met at a party, but more, after a sibling bond of "I watch after you, and I'm sure, you'll watch over me"...it all soon came back with a letter she wrote to me...
That enclosed:
" I never write, but for you. I'll make exceptions. It's chillingly, deathly cold where you left me. I've been watching the weather channel, it's obviously warm where you're at. So I'll send you some snow in my next onset of words. Sorry to make this short, but I'm empty minded and these are all the words I planned to say.
xoxo and some sugar on top
p.s. write me something beautiful, write me anything...write me as if you don't care.
bye"
I replied:
"I hope this finds you well, and like always, you are. Here's something, I hope you find beautiful...
I never left her, but we all left on mutual thoughts...and when that water of the pacific hit that shore of land that encased us both to hard soil. We knew that this wasn't anything worth the detail, but a moment of pure obscurity. She looked at me, and I looked at her... and I knew, for the first time, I had no confusion but more of a path of set directions. I read her face like a map, I read her lips like brail and I read her eyes like a book ...every word, I knew, and ever movement I could til the objective. It was overcast, a gleeming gray that sets over and decides your mood, it tells you "be sad, if not already"...We weren't, we were speechless...nor sad. We were differed now. Her hair flowed as she walked, and I always acted like I never noticed, it was a part of timid act. Her dress fit her well, but never did I mentioned so... I didn't want to be caught in a innuendo backhanded comment to my compliment, it seemed rather odd, her smile was not the light of it all but rather the inspiration of her. And it drove on to fit every aspect of her.
If there was anything that made me stop, it was the though of beauty that can never be described, and I never saw to try to capture, such events...for it was impossible to contain in language...beauty wasn't a word, nor anything but you...itself...
something not so beautiful, for a beautiful event of my life and yours...
xoxo too much sugar causes diabetes...
bye, dany..."
My later enclosed pictures of us at the beach, me and my date at prom and some other random pictures she would of thought humorous...
I'm reluctant to say, this post almost has no meaning...but it has the perfect one...
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Is the music playing on my site?
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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Thursday, July 13, 2006
Can the days stop sucking...? okay,no...
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Well, well...
I had plans to go to bed early tonight, but a big problem has sprouted up...
And it all began wiht my friend telling me to visit this site, I went to it, and to my unlucky ass their was a nest of spyware...oh, serious...this day has become so ridiculous...it's like some fucking teen movie.
So, it's been two hours of finding free spyware remover software...downloading, then unistalling...the process sucks.
I had to work today, I'm sore, tired and way frustrated...
The spyware sat off the frustration...I want someone to make out with me, so it'll take away my worries on my pc...j/k (or am I?)
Alright, looking better...
Spyware doctor is doing an alright job, which is totally different than what I can say about windows defender made by microsoft...
WD by micro sucks...wow, what a waste of time downloading that piece of sh!t...
God, who invented spyware? Seriously, that bastard has pissed off so many people...
what a punk...at least, I believe it was created by human...not some lapse...
Oh, wow..385 infections found, I'm pretty pissed now...I need to get some protection...and I'm not just talking about condoms...(ha ha like I have sex anyways...)
I hope spydoctor can get rid of them...or I'm gonna have to pay a lot of clam shells to get this resolved...
good night
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Now the world looks at me through a glass eye...
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I've been too lazy to post...
But I do have a good reason, it's the fact that I'm always coming home so late, around 2 a.m. through 6 a.m. I know, that's so late...but I'm only eighteen for a little while, might as well take advantage of my youth while I still can eh?...
So, on Monday night, wow...can someone say...harsh?
Monday I went to this peace protesters meeting, cause my friend is a huge activist...It kinda was sucky, due to the fact that my family is in the military..and the activist were putting down the military. I understand, the whole "I hate bush", cause I don't like him either, but to put down the military, people who fight for the ideals of this very same country is messed up. And yes, I understand the military can be ruthless and totally wrong, but their not doing it out of free will, the have to do it...
Plus, I don't like the idea that my father might be sent to Iraq...to fight for this country, that has so little respect for what he's doing. I don't want him to die, for people who obviously take his efforts in vain. Fuck, I'm thinking about joining the Marine corp reservist recon team, who are deployed in Irag right now. And my father said that's the toughest unit...Of course, cause it's a recon unit, so they basically go behind enemy lines gather intelligence or do small unit sweeps to rescue people.
After, we went to my crazy activist friend's house and swam in our underwear, yeah, I didn't like the idea of swimming in my boxers so late at night, I don't know why...but it was fine.
Everybody else got drunk besides me, I wanted to stay sober, especially around water...so I had to play the babysitter role, which wore me out fast.
I was pretty much confined to myself alot that night, just thinking... and thinking...and more thinking...
I stayed in the pool everyone else went to the porch and drank more beer...and of course, they wanted me out..but I didn't leave till a hefty hour or so...
And I came to a huge conclusion about myself, as I sat in the pool gazing away at acres of non used land...
"That my life is virutally useless, if this is all I'm doing..."
I'm trivial, dazed and confused...I'm the type of kid, that needs to know the answere, and if not know, then I need them told to me...
My yearning to be happy goes beyond the touch of women or the companion of friends...but a deep self awareness about myself, to further know my weaknesses and used them, to build them...
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-CONTRIDICTION-
I won't be happy till, I see my happiness through another person...preferablly a spouse...I want to know, I'm needed and loved...I want to give my love and take someone's as well...
I sound crazy and desperate, but we all are...I figure...so why not be more blunt about it...it pures the soul and now, my tongue...
I'm out to go eat some pizza bites and watch the simpson's on dvd, I have all the released dvd box sets. I'm a huge simpson's fan, can't wait for the movie...coming out in O-SEVEN...nice...
goodnight, and to the ladies who read, I only get girls reading my site posts...which actually good...
*bows* descend your beauty to darkness, which is slumber, and remember no longer my name but the words that flow from thy tongue and pierce through thy ears...
that was a dumb thing...sorry, I need to write again..i get so bored...
this long, I keep mumbling on...
goodnight, ladies.
Contact me:
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Aim:
safetydate@aol.com
Myspace:
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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Monday, July 10, 2006
...the words are real, but the thoughts are fake...give or take.
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It's the greatest at this time, two thirty two in the morning. Where my muse of writing can be used to the point of annoying babbling of the same subject, reduntently being resited over and over..to the point of pure hatred towards me. But, to the hand of irony...this time of peak of execellent timing, has faultered to the fact of my grammer sucks cause I'm not coherrent enough...ha ha fuck coherrency....
I've been downloading tons of eighties music, I grew up with it. It's a great getaway from all the metalcore/post/hardcore music I usually listen too.
I've been working full time shifts back to back, eight hours...on weekends, kill me...I'm tired.
So let the ramble of my thoughts, and maybe some perverse statements...(since I'm a normal teenage boy) if you're offended by my perverted comments, I would say sorry, but nope...you chose to read my post, so...take it all with a grain of salt. And mind you, I'm not fully aware of my behavior being so late.
THE RAMBLING OF THOUGHTS BEGIN...NOW!!!
It's so simple...but delicate, as if the complexities was stemmed through the basics.
And the base, lucid it is, but later...oh, the time will have it, make it so intricate...
A labyrintine...of unblighted feeling...
How this can grow...to "maybe" to "love you"...
I hate it, complexities and time are two short sighted things, that can make you feel like slicing your throat from ear to ear...
Oh, Brandi...I haven't talked about you for months, actually, a long time six to seven I believe...I have mentioned you, but, nothing to make me think of you like I did...or now, do...
I smelled your perfume today, you always talked about how you used to get it for sale at Gap Body...so you always bought it in bulk, I laughed when you told me that...I remembered you spraying it on me, all over my shirt in this wet cirle it rose to my nose, you stated that this is something I shouldn't forget, and I didn't...
I smelled it on my bed sheets and on my pillows, on my clothes you wore...it surrounded me...a cruel reminder of you...like some fucking hideous scar...that shows, how niave and stupid I was or still am.
I miss your taste...your touch and the feel of your skin...
...I remembered I was growing a beard, or trying and it took me weeks to get those stubles...and you said..."Oh, baby your beard hurts" when we kissed. I shaved it for you...
It was never about the physical attributes, but the passion that we displayed...as if it didn't matter...I never cared for the sexual act, but the transfer of love...
You were so gentle, and your skin so smooth...and silky...
Three fucking o'clock in the morning...
Oh, I like lacey...she's so pretty and nice...she was my first friend when I moved her...she made me cookies when I was depressed and baked me a birthday cake on my bday...she was only peer that remembered....
she doesn't care about me in that manner, she prefers jerks...
and nice guys always finish last...
ah...ah...ah...ah, um...
Romantics fuck them, fuck romance, it's dead...it's buried...and no one can care less for it...
it's unrealstic...
bye.....bye...I'm gonna go make some phonecalls and hope to get yelled at for the time.
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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Wednesday, July 5, 2006
We are the revolution, the founders of what you live in today....think about it.
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Sw33tz
Yes, he's white...
but I'm a white asian, so is that why I'm so sad? naw... j/k And I see the irony in what you said, about how a person who has gone through more tragedies then another person, and that person complains more than the person with the more tragic life.
Bright Kage
We all have friends like him, the problem is how we don't become one ourselves?
SummonerRekka
I'll take that shot of vodka and prozac for him, but I'll leave him with that slap.
My fourth of July, started shitty. I went to bed around five a.m. cause the lady upstairs was vacuuming, why is she cleaning around that time, cause she's a drunken whore. It's the truth she's constantly drunk, and I see different guys at her apartment every night. I can HEAR EVERYTHING she DOES...Porno would be considered G rated compared to what she DOES.
Lately, I've been bluntly honest and real. So, I've been now, labeled an official jerk by many of my friends. If they can't handle, what I believe to be the truth, then they shouldn't ask for my opinion. You know what, the should apperciate my honesty. Well, I've always been "real" but to an extent. But now, I'm letting the flood gates open up and wash everything with my brutal honesty. I'm frustrated with all these people and I guess my situation, and being so honest is my outlet.
Writing here, and writing and playing music isn't cutting it anymore, I think I'll right a book on my opinion...no one would read it, cause no one cares...nice, waste of fucking money.
back on track, so I went to bed at five, then I had to wake up at nine cause my grandparents were coming over to eat breakfast with us. So, I'm so tired. Then I went to a cook out at my friend's house, which went well for a while till we set off fireworks, my friend was dumb and faced the fuse of a firework on my dumb, and it burned my right thumb, alright...not too bad...then, got a phone call from another friend, asking us, if we wanted to go over and shoot some "illegal" firecrackers, so we drove down to downtown, where our friend lives, and when my friend parked the car, he clipped this metal jagged re-bar and popped his tire. So, I was in the car thinking "fuck this!!!", so I had to go and fix it for him, cause he knows nothing about cars. We skipped the firecrackers and decided to go home, but we had to get more air into the spare tired. When got to a gas station all these people tried to bum money and sell us stolen good. I just want go home, that's what I was yelling all of those people. I'm sure, I would probably get stabbed if I said it any louder. So, we got the air and went home, but wait...we got lost downtown for an hour and my friend was paranoid about the wheel, saying he's scared and can't driver over thirty miles, but it clearly says you can drove with it going fifty. Nice, so it took like an hour and a half to get home.
During the car ride, my friend (the same friend I talked about in the last post, the dumb one who wants pity from everyone.}Started talking about girls, but his ex girlfriend and how he misses her and how he should apologize to her, but he didn't do anything, she cheated on him...and then left him for the other guy. So, I sat there and when he said that I was like "whoa, what a fucking douche...", she he's going on and on and on, till I couldn't take it anymore, I just exploded and told him to fucking use his brain and stop being so emotional weak, makes him look like he's unstable, and girls can smell that a mile away, he's not going to find anyone, matter of fact, no one will want him if he's like that. I swear, I'm about to kick his ass...
He complains about his sex life as well, hmmm...I had about one real date, and he has about seven or so. He has sex, I don't...so therefor, he has a sex life and I don't...So what's there for him to complain about? How about complaining about what really matters?...like society or racism...? I compare him to myself, for the fact I know him well, I was like that...but with a way worst upbringing, he never had to suffer due to a broken home, I did...many people have and still do. And he hates his life...his life is fine...great parents and great life in general. He has no scars from abuse, he doesn't have to deal with knowing that he was made from a fucking monster and in future, you can or could turn into that very same monster.
fuck this....screw him.
Okay, sorry...for the language and just this dumb ranting. I'm being no better than him with all this complaining, sorry.
Well, I'm a CF of the revolutionist. I'm psyched and thankful to be part of this club...nice.
I just love the idea that I'm in it...I hope I'll do a great job for the club...Ah, thanks dany!!!!!!!!!!!"I'm a revolustionist, so what makes you think I won't cut you?" I said that to my friend, he was like "wtf"...oh, cool.
"we are the revolution, what are you?"
I have ideas for sw33tz aka Dany...you're cool!! Cause I have the same name as you!!
I'll p.m. you about them.
I think you'll like them, promotions on how we can raise our productivity of new joiners...sounds good?
This is long, sorry, but I trust you guys and confine in you, I know.
goodnight...
Contact me:
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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Tuesday, July 4, 2006
ACT of depression
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can't we all try something different and stop being so fucking emotional about girls and situations.
I said that to my, "let's pity me, cause I had a bad life, but so I think" friend. You know, people have worst lives than him and yet, he just feels like he's been screwed all his life. I mean I was abused, he wasn't. And yet, my life isn't and wasn't that bad compared to others. His thinking and the way he rationalizes his situation is self centered around him cause he takes pity on himself.
Life's not bad, okay...he has a nice family who loves him and supports him. Just because you're terrible around women, doesn't mean you're life is the lowest form.
He makes me sick at times... all the time...
I wanted him to die lastnight...
well anyway, I'm a revolutionist (sp? it's too early in the morning)
yeah, revolt against stuff and fun things
later
Contact me:
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Song: Hands In The Sky(Big shot).
By: Straylight Run.
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